- This fic isn't exactly rainbows and sunshine. It features crazy Rick and the ending is fitting (I believe) for crazy Rick. -
Chapter 1:
Rick shuffled into his new house at the Alexandria Safe Zone. On passing the doorway to the living room, he noticed a figure standing in the middle of the room, her sword at her side. He stood still and leaned against the door frame. The alcohol from the party was still swimming in his system and making his body feel like liquid metal.
"Hey," he said. "I didn't see you at the party."
Michonne turned around to see an inebriated Rick. "Yeah," Michonne answered. "...I was trying..."
"Aren't we all?"
Rick walked further into the room. "What are you doing?"
Michonne looked down at the sword in her hands. It was heavy. It was starting to become heavier and heavier lately. She was contemplating putting it down. For good. Opening her mouth to voice her thoughts, Michonne stopped herself when she saw Rick's slouched frame and half-open eyes. He wasn't in the right state for her to talk about her worries right now. "Nothing..." she said.
She watched Rick give her a half-smile and then trail his eyes up and down her outfit. She felt herself get slightly self-conscious but she stood her ground.
Rick chuckled. "You're in a dress," he said. He found that amusing and...charming...for Michonne.
"Yeah," she responded. "Like I said. I was trying." She glanced at Rick's outfit in return. "You don't look too bad yourself. You look like you tried and succeeded." The corners of her lips lifted into a smile.
The smile was catching; Rick found it on his own lips. "Are you flirting with me?" he asked teasingly.
"Are you drunk?" Michonne reciprocated. Rick chuckled and Michonne took that as a response. "Yeah," she said, her smile wider. "You're drunk."
"Not really," Rick said. "It's just been a while since I had alcohol."
"I'm surprised you drank anything," Michonne said. "Are you starting to trust these people?" She studied his face. If he had begun to trust them, she could start feeling more at ease as well.
"Not all of 'em," Rick said.
"...But Jessie?" Rick and Michonne stared at each other. There was a sudden odd quiet in the air. "I saw you talking to her at the party."
Rick nodded. He had mentioned Jessie to Michonne on their first round of duty as police officers at Alexandria. There wasn't much to do but talk once they started patrolling. "So you saw me but I didn't see you," Rick said, not answering the question.
"Mm," Michonne responded.
Rick smiled at her. She smiled back.
"Just be careful Rick," Michonne continued. "She's married."
Rick shrugged. "I know that."
Rick squinted at her. Michonne stared back. "...What are you up to, Rick?" she asked.
Rick shook his head. "Nothing." The corner of his mouth was lifted into a small smile. Like a cat that ate a canary.
"Okay..." Michonne said. "Well, whatever you're up to...I hope it doesn't get us kicked out of this place because-"
"Nothing's going to get us kicked out," Rick said, interrupting her. "Now that we're here, we're not leaving."
Michonne tilted her head, wary of the threatening tone in Rick's voice. "Rick..."
Realizing that he was treading into dangerous waters with someone as intuitive as Michonne, he stepped forward and pinched the fabric of her dress between his forefinger and his thumb. He tugged, causing her to step forward, closer to him and he finished closing the gap. They were chest to chest. Michonne took in a breath of air, inhaling the scent of alcohol as well as the scent that was inherently Rick. "What are you doing?" Michonne asked, releasing her sword and allowing it to fall against the armchair behind Rick for support.
She didn't back down when she felt Rick's arms wrap around her waist. She studied his face closely. Rick was looking at her in a dangerous way. As if she was a wild animal that he could tame and he wouldn't mind taming her. Michonne's stomach flipped and her center of heat began to ask for attention. She was aroused and she wasn't surprised. She had begun to have certain thoughts about the man that was in front of her for a while now and those thoughts had begun to become more frequent now that they were in a place of seemingly relative safety. And that look he was giving her...she was sure he could tame her too. Because she had become domesticated long ago. He was the wild one now.
But she didn't allow her arousal to show in her features. The smell of alcohol on Rick's breath was sobering to her.
Rick smirked when Michonne didn't pull away. A darkening of desire flickered in her eyes and her gaze fell to Rick's lips long enough for him to know she wasn't immune to his advances. He cupped her cheek with his hand. "This evening I was told that everyone spoke highly of me in their interviews...what did you say?"
"You've done a lot for us Rick..."
"What did you say?"
"I told them you took me in when I needed it most..."
"Mm-hmm?"
"You're a great leader..."
"Mm-hmm..."
"You're a great father..."
"Go on..."
"And you're a great man."
Rick had been leaning closer to Michonne's lips with each statement. After her final statement, his lips brushed against hers. Barely a touch but it made their hearts flutter.
Michonne pulled back. Rick didn't release her. He was breathing heavily now and looking at her with hungry eyes. He held her tighter against him; Michonne could feel his hardness pressing against her pelvis. A throbbing started between her legs as her womanly needs became more demanding. "You're drunk, Rick," she said again.
"I'm really not," he said again. Overconfident. Cocky, maybe. But not drunk. He leaned forward and kissed her full lips again before he moved down and began to pepper kisses along her neck and collarbone.
Michonne released a sigh of pleasure and she hoped her good senses would keep her from going further. When Rick pushed his hardness against Michonne's center, allowing her to feel exactly what he had for her, Michonne managed to regain some sense of self. She pushed him, causing him to fall back into the armchair that they stood in front of.
He looked up at her and Michonne turned away, rubbing a frustrated hand across her face. There was so much wrong with this. Rick had alcohol in his system, they had an established relationship that couldn't and shouldn't be ruined, and Rick was obviously not feeling like himself. He hadn't been himself since they stepped foot into this place.
But... "Shit," Michonne cursed.
She was horny.
She turned to face Rick and pulled the long skirt of her dress up to her thighs before stalking forward to straddle him.
Rick grasped her hips and pulled her hard against him as he captured her lips with a growl.
Michonne opened her lips to him and allowed Rick to push his tongue into her mouth. They kissed passionately like that while Michonne ground against him, anticipating the feeling of having a man inside of her. Having Rick inside of her. After having been so long without.
Rick was anticipating being inside a woman such as Michonne as well. For so long he had admired her without ever really thinking that anything could come of it. Now she was moving atop him just as hot as he was. Rick flipped her over so that she was below him and pushed the skirt of her dress up to her waist.
Michonne gasped when Rick ran his knuckles across her throbbing center and her sword went crashing to the carpeted floor with the widening of her legs.
"Rick. Rick. Wait," Michonne whispered. She was still battling with herself over this.
"Why wait?" Rick asked.
Breathing heavily, Michonne fought to keep her senses about her as Rick kissed and sucked at her neck and as her vagina told her to just shut up and keep going.
"Stop, stop," she whispered.
Rick sighed and stopped kissing her. "What is it?" he whispered, looking into her eyes and stroking her cheek with his thumb.
"I don't know what's wrong with you, Rick. But I can tell that you're not...you right now," Michonne said. "...Maybe we should just talk. For a minute."
Rick chuckled. "I'm more me than I've ever been."
"No, you're not," Michonne whispered. "I can usually read you but lately you've been careful about...guarding yourself against me. I can't tell what you're really thinking."
"I'm thinking that I want to take your panties off," Rick teased. He ran his palm along her center.
Michonne sucked breath between her teeth and sat up, away from Rick. She would never get anywhere if she kept being distracted by her lust for this man.
Rick sighed and sat back onto the floor, seeing that Michonne wasn't going to allow herself to be distracted anymore.
They sat in silence for a moment, Michonne in the armchair and Rick on the floor.
"What do you want to know?" Rick finally asked.
"Do you not trust Deanna?" Michonne asked.
"It's not that I don't trust her..."
Michonne waited for Rick to finish his thought. But then she didn't have to wait anymore. She knew his thought. She had met Deanna and she trusted that the woman had good intentions...it wasn't that he didn't trust her.
"You think she's weak," Michonne supplied.
Rick looked up at her. "And not just her," he said. "Everyone here."
"Don't you think they must have done something right to survive this long?"
"They were lucky," Rick said. "Just think if someone like the Governor ventured through this area..."
Michonne sucked air between her teeth. She didn't even like the mention of that man. "Being lucky is a skill too," she stated. "And the fact that you think these people are weak..."
Rick stared at her; now he was the one waiting for her to finish a thought.
"The Governor thought his people were weak. The fight turned on him."
A surge of anger ran through Rick's body. His brow furrowed. "Are you comparing me to that psychopath?" he growled between his teeth.
"I would never want to do that," Michonne said. "But remember what Tara said. He told himself he was protecting their family. You're telling yourself that you're protecting us."
Rick stood up, unable to believe what he was hearing. "I am not that man."
"I know," Michonne said. She stood as well. "I know, Rick. You're not him. And you won't allow yourself to become him. I know that." She walked forward and cupped his face in her hands. "I trust you. Now trust yourself. Your gut is telling you that this place is good. That this is where we need to be. Allow yourself to trust the people here too. You can look at them as more than fodder. They're people who have managed to survive until now. Just like us. They may not be as strong as they need to be right now but we can make them strong. Like we've made each other strong."
Rick felt the warmth in Michonne's touch. He heard the warmth in her voice. His eyes fell to her lips and he moved forward to claim them once again.
Michonne allowed him to kiss her but kept the pace slow and then she pulled away to look into his eyes. She wanted to make sure he was hearing her.
Rick knew what she was looking for. "I get it," he said with a lopsided smile. "I don't know what I would do without you."
"Probably still be going around seeing your dead wife..." Michonne joked. She regretted saying it the minute it left her lips. "I'm sorry," she amended as Rick stared at her. "I shouldn't joke about that."
"It's okay," Rick said. "You're probably right." He walked away from Michonne for a moment, facing the photos of unrelated people...unrelated families...that still decorated the walls. "I've been thinking about her a lot lately. I was telling Daryl that this is the kind of place that she always wanted to live in with us. ...It's ironic that we literally had to wait until the end of the world before we could get here. And she's not even here with us..."
Michonne empathized with him. She wanted to go forward and touch him but she knew this was a moment that he needed to go through by himself.
They were silent for a moment more before Rick turned to her. "What about you?" he asked. "Did you ever want to live in a place like this?"
Michonne shrugged. "This place isn't too bad. But I liked my old apartment better." When she saw Rick's curious eyebrow, she explained. "I had a high-rise in Atlanta."
Rick's eyebrows shot up to his hairline. "No kidding! What did you do before all of this?"
"I was a lawyer," Michonne answered.
"Really? I didn't know that."
"There's a lot you don't know about me."
"I should really start fixing that..." The air grew thick as Rick stared at Michonne. "You wanna know what I want to know about you first and foremost?"
"What?" Michonne asked.
"What the rest of your body looks like."
Michonne stared at Rick, her breathing slow and heavy again. "What's going on with you tonight?" Michonne asked, her heart beating in her chest.
"Nothing," Rick said. "I just know what I want. And it's time that I started going after it." He stalked forward towards Michonne. "Because even though we're behind these walls...we still live in a dangerous world. So we should make use of the time that we've got."
He reached Michonne and placed his hand on her shoulders. When she didn't stop him, he slowly began to bare her shoulders by pushing the fabric of the dress aside. When he began to meet resistance with the fabric, he tore it so that it slid down her body with ease. In no time, she was standing with a bare torso – only her bra to keep her modesty. Michonne drew in a breath of air.
"I still don't know what's going on with you," Michonne said quietly, as Rick began to move closer. "But I'm gonna trust myself to you. All of myself..."
Rick couldn't know how much those words truly meant for Michonne. She had been through hell and back with Mike and her brother. And the person who had brought her back was Rick and her son. He would never know how much that meant to her.
She slid the dress off of her arms and let it slide to the floor and pool at her feet until she stood in only her underwear in front of Rick. He admired her smooth, dark skin. She was beautiful.
"You're beautiful," he rasped aloud.
Michonne kissed his lips and she began to unbutton his shirt, pushing all doubts and reservations about what she was about to do to the back of her mind. This was Rick. She would die for him. She would follow him into hell. She loved him. That was enough.
Rick finished pulling his shirt off once Michonne had gotten it completely unbuttoned. He felt her hands move to his jeans and begin to work the button and zipper free. He did an inward victory dance. Michonne was his. This was happening.
He and Michonne finished ridding themselves of their clothing until they were both bare in each other's eyes and then Rick took her to the floor. He entered her and her quiet moans filled the darkness of the room until they were both sweating and shaking in each other's arms.
As they both came down from their explosion of ecstasy, Rick buried his face in the crook of her neck and tasted the sweat there. He knew it was because of him. His passion. He bit her with his teeth, marking her, leaving behind the imprint of teeth marks.
Michonne winced but allowed him to do as he pleased. When he rolled off of her, Rick and Michonne breathed together. They let the air in the room cool their bodies and dry their sweat.
"...We should probably get upstairs," Michonne said. "I don't want anyone to come down for a drink of water and find us like this."
"You go ahead," Rick said. "I'll follow in a minute."
Michonne turned to him. "...Okay," she said. She started to make a move, hesitated, then decided to finish what she started. She kissed Rick quickly on the cheek and then stood up. It was going to take some getting used to on her part to start thinking 'Rick Grimes: Boyfriend...' She smiled at the title as she began to dress. Then again...maybe it wouldn't take long at all. When she was done dressing, holding the dress up so that it wouldn't fall, she bid another goodbye to Rick (who was now sitting up and watching her with a smile) and then she made her way upstairs.
Rick put his own clothes on then stood in the middle of the living room for a moment, looking down at the spot where he had just taken Michonne. He smiled.
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The next morning, Rick walked around Alexandria with a spring in his step. He hadn't been lying when he told Michonne that there was no way they were leaving this place. This is the place they had been searching for all along.
He saw Jessie and Pete stroll by with smiles on their faces. Jessie saw him and flashed him the 'A' on her hand. He smiled and flashed it back.
Her husband placed his hand on the small of her back to continue leading her down the street. Rick watched them with a predatory glare. He placed his hand on the forbidden gun he had tucked into the band of his pants.
He had heard the words Michonne spoke last night, but this time...he couldn't quite agree. These people were weak. And he would do anything to protect his family. And there was nothing anyone could do about it.
He had been through hell out there on the outside and he had survived it all. There was nothing he couldn't get through. There was nothing he couldn't have. He could have Michonne. He could have Jessie. He could have Alexandria. He could have it all.
- Ugh. You can tell I had negative feelings after the last episode. It leaked into my writing and I wrote a disgusting Rick. He succeeded in bedding Michonne so now, more than ever, he feels like he can get anything he wants. I'm tempted to write a follow-up story. We'll see. -