Thank you so much to everyone who red this on Tumblr and enjoyed and requested a part 2. I am gonna do that for you. Shout out to Richonne fics on Tumblr for the awesome prompt.

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Michonne stood in the kitchen watching the maids clean the silverware. She stood rigid and tall, in her usual spot in the corner as she watched over the maids. Her duty to make sure that not only did every piece of silver make it back into the cupboard but to make sure it was all spotless.

She just couldn't seem to focus on her task tonight. Her mind kept drifting to someone it shouldn't. "Are you always so serious?" Michonne could hear his voice in her head so clearly she looked around to be certain he hadn't walked into the kitchen.

That was a foolish thought. Rick Grimes was gone. Gone for good. The beautiful 6 months they had spent together were the only things she had left of him.

"I am only joking with you." Rick said as he watched the grimace spread across her beautiful face. "You shouldn't smile if you don't want to." Michonne's face softened, trying to ignore the young aristocrat who wandered into her busy kitchen. "There isn't very much to smile about is there?" The young man whispered softly, looking downward toward his feet. Michonne looked at him then, he was tall and like the other nobles staying at the Walsh country estate, well dressed. Tall and lean, his hair was perfectly coifed, curly and brown. He had arrived with a young woman, his fiancé, she had been told by one of the other head maids. "I thought weddings were supposed to be a happy affair." Michonne said softly, looking at him. Rick looked over at her, his blue eyes that were clouded in sadness were suddenly bright and wide. Alive. "So she speaks and she has the voice of an angel." Michonne forgot herself and smiled at him, shaking her head. "You're an oddity Mr. Grimes." "Rick. Please call me Rick." He replied looking at the slender, curvy woman with luscious dark skin and the most beautiful eyes he had ever gazed upon. They held one another's gaze a moment longer. Michonne released the breath she had been holding. "Rick."

"Well ladies, good night. Your service was impeccable as always." Michonne said as she locked up the silver cupboard. "Aye Michonne you wanna stay and 'ave a drink with us." One of the maids asked. "No, not tonight, Andrea. I am tired." The maid nodded, hooking arms with her friend and heading off to the maid's quarters.

Michonne knew the last thing she would do that night was sleep. Michonne ran her hands along the spotless counter tops as she inspected the kitchen one last time. They had been reckless, smiling too much at one another, longing glances at one another in full view of others, and even caught more than once in conversation. Unusual for a maid and a nobleman but Rick was very quick and convincing with his excuses. He grew tired of them though. Rick had no desire to marry Lori Wayne and he was having difficulty pretending he was even interested in the idea.

"I am tired of this, sneaking about Michonne, it's beneath us." Rick said, his hands about her waist, she was pushed against a corner in the kitchen, the place where they would sometimes seek solace in one another throughout the day. When breakfast was long finished and lunch wouldn't need prepping for another hour or so, he would whisk her away from her chores to the quiet of the empty kitchen, press his lips against hers, his body flush against hers, moaning as they devoured one another. Not even their previous night of love making could dim this fire that burned within them both for one another. "Well what else is there we can do?" Michonne said, running her hands along the soft fabric of his shirt, feeling the hard muscle of his chest beneath, remembering how wonderful it had felt to be bare against one another. "We could elope and go to London. Would you like that? Will you marry me?" Rick said, staring down into the face of the woman he loves. He delighted in the sweet smile that came upon her face. "I would love that Rick with all my heart. Yes, I'll marry you." Michonne whispered. Rick let out a cry of happiness. "Shhh. We'll be found." Michonne said giggling at the man who made her blissfully happy, she loved him with every fiber of her being. "I don't care." He said smiling at the woman in his arms as he bent his head to capture her sweet lips with his own. His grip tightening on her waist. Rick moaned as Michonne's hands found there way into his hair."

Michonne watched as the tear drop landed with a soft thud on the countertop in the kitchen. It startled her to realize she was crying. Michonne reached her hand out to wipe the tear away and turned off the light in the kitchen. She began to make her away down the maid's corridor to her room.

The door creaked open as Rick stepped into the room. He figured Mr. Walsh summoned him to talk about shooting or the wedding he would never have with Lori, but as he entered the room he realized the topic would be of a grave nature. In the room was Mr. Walsh, his aunt Carol, his father, and to his horror Michonne was seated in a chair in front of them. Tears stricked her lovely face and she avoided Rick's glaze. "What is this?!" Rick demanded to his family loudly, coming to Michonne's side, bending to his knee looking up at her. "Are you alright, darling?" Rick implored as he reached up to caress the tears away from her cheeks. Michonne nodded, her eyes wide with surprise at his endearing sentiment in front of his family. "Rick, have you gone quite mad!?" His aunt Carol spoke her voice harsh and shrill. "You are engaged to be married. How could you be so careless to flaunt your affair in the kitchen? You both should be so lucky that it was only me who happened to witness your abhorrent display."

Rick stood up quickly. "Watch your tone. Michonne and I are in love. We wish to be married and I want to call off the wedding to Lori. I never wanted it in the first place." The three stared at Rick in shock. Mr. Walsh reared back and laughed, breaking the silence in the study, his eyes fell on Michonne. "My, my dear girl, who knew under that serious demeanor of yours, there was such a seductress." He leered at the young maid. Rick stepped in front of his friend's father, blocking his gaze of Michonne. "Michonne and I are in love." Rick spoke again. Mr. Walsh sat back again in his chair, looking up at Rick. "I have no doubt you feel that way but whatever is between you ends tonight. Michonne came here to earn money for her sick father. If she chooses to live in destitution with you then surely her father will die. I will indeed terminate her employment here." He said, he spoke the words calmly. "Destiute? I am not poor. I can buy whatever medicine your father needs, Michonne." Rick said looking at Michonne but she would not meet his gaze.

"I am afraid son, that this will bring ruin to our family, to the noble name we have built. If you marry this woman…I will disown you and move your inheritance to your brother." Rick's father said in one breath. He looked at his son, it killed him to be this cruel. To snatch away his son's happiness, he couldn't even deny his son had been in fantastic spirits the past months. He knew his son's love was genuine but he didn't control the world. Rick was beyond hurt his father would do this to him, as he stared at him, heartbroken. "Rick." Michonne said softly, as she arose from her seat, touching Rick's forearm. He turned from his father to look at his love. Her eyes were red from her tears but there were no more tears. "We were foolish to think we could do this." Michonne began staring into his eyes. Rick's beautiful cerulean eyes filled with tears. "Michonne -" Rick said quickly, he knew what she was about to say. "Rick. I will always love you and I would be happy being poor with you for a thousand life times." Michonne said as she struggled to keep herself from crying as she watched fresh tears spill down his cheeks. "My father is very ill. He has the consumption and I am holding on to hope that I can keep him alive long enough to see him one last time. If the physicians will even allow me." She took a deep and continued. "I can't let him die on the streets like so many others. He's a great man." Rick dropped his head and placing his hands on her waist, pulling her closer. He put his forehead against hers as the tears flowed freely from him. "I love you so much." Rick whispered. Michonne pulled her head back to gaze up at him, her hand brushing his tears away, her other hand caressing his hair. "I will always love you, Rick Grimes." She whispered before pressing a soft kiss against his lips. Rick sought her lips eagerly, kissing her deeply, pulling her closer to him. Neither cared that they were not alone as they kissed good bye. Michonne reluctantly pulled from his arms, turning to Mr. Walsh "Am I allowed to return to my quarters?" Mr. Walsh swallowed hard. "Yes and this better never happen again. Do you understand?" He asked shakily. Michonne nodded. "Yes sir." Michonne said avoiding Rick's eyes next to her. "You're dismissed." Mr. Walsh said with a wave of his hand. Michonne moved quickly past Rick and to the door, she looked back at Rick once more. She shouldn't have, it took all the strength she had in her to leave him standing there so broken.

Rick and Lori were whisked away from the country estate that same night. Michonne never knew what they told Lori in regards to leaving so early. Today they had finally wed and The Walsh's were there to attend the wedding of their oldest friend's son but the preparations for the journey had been a painful time for her and now it was surely done. Rick was gone forever. Michonne hastened her pace, she wanted to lay in her bed, she was exhausted. When she rounded the corner however Andrea was there waiting for her. "Is everything OK, Andrea?" Michonne asked, taking a deep breath. "Oh yes, miss. I'm fine indeed." Andrea said quickly, lowering her voice. "I 'ave somethin' for you and I didn't want the other maids to see." Andrea pulled a thick envelope from the pocket of her uniform. She handed it to Michonne. "Rick's valet 'ave it me this morning, yea." Michonne eyes shot up to look at Andrea. "Don't worry miss, your secret is safe with me yea. I got paid handsomely to deliver that letter, I did." Michonne collected the letter closer to her. "Thank you, Andrea." Andrea nodded and headed off to where the other maids were drinking.

Michonne quickly entered her room, closing the door to her quarters, she sat on the bed and tore into the envelope. As she unfolded the paper, several notes fell from the letter, littering the bed and floor. Michonne frowned and quickly went to gather the money. It was over a £1000. Michonne placed the money on her nightstand and reached for the letter.

To my dearest, Michonne

Words can not express how desperately I miss you. There is not a day that passes where I do not think of you. I miss your clever words and the sound of your laughter. I miss your sweet smile. I miss holding you tight to me as you sleep. I long for you. I will always love you. You deserve to be happy. I have included money for you to leave the Walsh's and arrangements are being made to move your father to a home just outside the city, that belongs to you. I have arranged for a live in physician to help care for your father. In the morning my carriage will take you to your new home.

I will never, ever forget you my love. I will always be yours no matter the circumstances. I belong to you, forever and always no matter what happens. One day I know we shall be reunited.

Your love for all of time,
Rick Grimes

Michonne couldn't recollect how long she laid sobbing on her bed, clutching the words of her true love to her chest, she sobbed until no tears were left. Michonne lay in bed looking at the ceiling, the letter pressed against her breast. She smiled and sat up, her finger tips danced over his typed words. "We will be reunited my love." Michonne whispered. She placed the letter on the bed and stood. Michonne grabbed the bag she arrived at the Walsh's with and began to pack away her few belongings.