Oh my goodness! Thank you guys so much for the reviews, following, favoring and reading. The reviews were so awesome and funny. I'm happy you are enjoying it. I am having a blast writing these characters in a more lighthearted crazier way. Other TWD characters will appear in following chapters and yeah, some OC as well. We will see more of Malory. I have so many ideas with her character and other eccentric ones.

Warning: Adult content due to language and…Uhm… Well, it's still date night, isn't it?

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You and me….

Michonne is sitting on a chair at the kitchen table and is looking straight at me with an expression that can be interpreted as shock, confusion or a combination of both. After I told her what happened before she got home. Our uninvited guests are in the living room. I am sitting on a chair across from her where our knees touch each other as I hold her hands.

"Maybe, if we stay in here long enough, they'll just leave." I say. Michonne tilts her head and gives me a stare, then shakes her head knowing very well that's not going to happen.

"Rick, we need to talk to them." She says as she sighs deeply.

"I know Babe. I know. But this was supposed to be our special date night, just you and me." And that blue nighty, dammit! "I was preparing dinner and everything." I Look down for a couple of seconds then look up at her beautiful face. Despite all that happened she still holds a very calm demeanor. "I told them to leave, but they wouldn't. Want me to take out my gun?..." I say with a smile, trying to lighten the mood, a little.

"Rick, no." She slightly smiles back.

"Put a few tickets on their cars?"

She places a hand softly on my face, "Rick, we will go out there, talk to them briefly, see what we can do and then tell them to leave."

"What about Carl?"

She breathes deeply again and then sits straight up as she places both hands on her lap. I finally see her get a little fluttered when I mention the boy. "I know he's your nephew and all, but we were going to wait before having children of our own. I mean our jobs, we just got married, and I'm not ready to be a mother right now. I…"

"I know, Mich. I'm sorry about that. My brother can be a prick sometimes." I say and I can feel my face becoming red with anger as a look away.

"Rick…It's not your fault." She says as she cups my face with the palm of her hand. Then we place our foreheads together.

"He's only a boy. Good thing it's Friday. We'll figure that out over the weekend." I don't know if she is trying to convince me or herself.

We can hear noise coming from the living room, it sounds like another argument. Now what?

We stand up, I see my girl take a few deeper breathes and remove her suit jacket. We walk into the living room and there they are. Shane, Andrea and Daryl arguing and Carl sitting at the corner of the couch, while looking at his phone with his head down and his over grown hair covering his face.

"Enough!" Michonne yells and the arguing stops and all attention are on us. "What is going on here?"

"Mich, I need to speak with you." Says, Andrea as she runs towards her and embrace her.

"Yeah, give her some advice on how to be a sane woman, while ya at it." Mocks Shane and looks my way with a smirk. Michonne looks over at Shane with a stern stare that would put a shiver down anybody's spine. I slightly shake my head for him to stop and Shane stops smiling and looks away as he rubs his head.

"Come Andrea." Michonne takes her into the kitchen as she slowly takes her angry eyes off of Shane.

Shane walks over to me. "Damn man, did you see how your woman stared at me?"

"Shane, Mich and Andrea are pretty close. You know that. "

"Michonne is the protective type I gather?"

"Yeah, so be careful with what you say about Andrea around her. Michonne is also the kick your ass first and not bother to ask you anything after, type too."

"But I've heard you say tons of shit about the crazy bitch."

"Yeah, but Michonne loves me and knows no matter what I'm always gonna hate Andrea, so she accepted it." I shrug my shoulders.

"Well, I tell ya, that woman drives me insane. Listen to this, after we're done and I gave her the Shane special, she wants to snuggle and shit. Can you believe that?"

"So, she is crazy, because, after making love…"

"Yeah, that's right. After I hit it good, I'm all hot and sweaty, she wants to snuggle."

"Did you explain to her that you don't like to cuddle after sex?"

"Yeah, I told her to let me go, cause I'm all hot and sweaty. I'm not snuggling."

"Cuddling."

"Snuggle."

"Cuddle."

"Snuggle, cuddle. What's the damn difference?"

"Shane, you snuggle with a blanket, but you cuddle with a person."

Shane walks close to me, lowers his head a little and speaks in a low tone, almost a whisper. "Maybe, I'll give her some Nyquil right after? I heard that shit puts people to sleep quick. What ya think? Then she can snuggle with her blanket and leave me the hell alone."

I look down and pinch the bridge of my nose.

"Look at you, with all that romance terminology and shit! Come on man, I ain't got time for that."

"I guess she wants more than you can give her right now?"

"More?! What the hell?! Did you hear what I just said? I gave her the Shane special. I use to knock that ass to sleep; now I don't know what's wrong."

"The what? OK…" Why did I ask?

"Yeah, the Shane special. I developed it in high school. Remember all my girlfriends?"

"How can I not? You never let me forget."

"Well, you didn't know what the hell you were doing, so I thought telling you would, you know, help you. And see, all my help led you to that babe you got now. You're welcome! So, as I was saying, I was giving her the Shane special…"

"Shane, I really don't need the details anymore, especially when it comes to you and Andrea." I hadn't eaten yet I just wanted him to stop. "Besides, there's a kid here." I motion with my head to where Carl was sitting on the couch with his head down looking at his phone.

"A kid? Damn! That's Carl? What's he doing here?"

"It's kind of a strange story."

"There's nothing stranger than Andrea that's for sure." He shakes his head then rubs it again. "I just don't get her. One day I have her with her leg up on my shoulder screaming 'Oh my God' like a hundred times. I tell you Rick, by the time I was done, the Almighty was wearing hearing plugs."

Carl gets up from the couch and walks to the kitchen without looking away from his phone. Smart kid.

"Rick, I did a lot for that woman. There was that one time that she wanted me to lick…"

"What? Michonne, you need me to…?" I didn't hear her, but I needed to get away. "I gotta go see what she needs… Women, am I right?" I shrug and run into the kitchen.

XXXXXXX

I dodged a bullet. Well, if it's sex talk related to Andrea, I pretty much dodged a missile. I see Andrea and Michonne sitting at the kitchen table. Andrea is quiet and listening to Michonne. I walk over to the stove and I see Daryl with a kitchen towel over his shoulder and plates in front of him.

"What's this?" I ask as I look at what he is doing.

"You were takin' too long so I finished it for ya." Daryl put the raviolis in the sauce and seasoned the asparagus and even completed my chocolate soufflé.

"Bro, how do you know how to do all this?"

"Well, Carol also offered to teach me a few things."

"Trying to impress Sasha?"

"What?... Nah man… A man just needs to know how to cook ya know? So enjoy." Daryl nods, he bites his bottom lip and puts his hands in his pockets.

According to him, he and Sasha are just friends and he is not dating anyone at all. But, why would he even accept to learn how to cook fancy meals, when he is usually happy with a roasted squirrel he just hunted? He barely uses utensils. What's up with him?

"I guess, I best be leavin'" Says Daryl. "I don't want to bother since ya married folks and all."

I look at the food and just felt for him. He cared enough that he finished our meal. I look over to Michonne and she stares at me and smiles. Sometimes we don't have to talk to know what the other is thinking.

"Daryl, wait. Have you had anything to eat yet?

"Huh? Well, not since yesterday. Merle didn't pay the light bill like he promised and it was cut. Everything we had in the fridge went bad and I've been so pissed I couldn't even hunt right"

"Would you… You know, like some?" I ask. I look over to Michonne and she gives me a small smile and a nod.

"Well damn, I thought I smelled something good!" Says Shane as he comes into the kitchen. "Where should I sit?"

"Shane… I didn't cook enough… I mean." I try to tell him we don't have enough for everybody.

"Wait a minute. You were gonna offer hillbilly here, but not me? Ain't I your bro? Bro." Shane questions angrily.

"Watch what you call me GI dick!" Shouts Daryl.

"Call me that again you inbreed piece of shit!" Shane yells back.

"Mich, I would like some too. I haven't eaten since this morning either… I mean… How could I, after how he has been treating me?" Questions dramatic Andrea as she looks at Michonne with tears in her eyes. She's such a freaking actress.

"I… Don't… I…" Michonne looks my way and opens her eyes.

"Girl please, you know you can eat a horse under any condition. I bet you had about three meals before you got here. Sucked it up like a vacuum!" Chuckles Shane as he looks at Andrea and crosses his arms.

"You know what Mich? Give this man some pork, so he can eat his own kind!" Yells Andrea.

"OK, stop the arguing and name calling. Just stop it!" I shout as I look at the three supposed adults.

"Well, then fix it!" Shouts Shane.

"Fix it? Me? How?" I ask.

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I'm sitting at the kitchen table.

"Boy, this smells really good Rick." Says Michonne. I look to my side and nod as I look at her, but I can't say a word. I just sit there breathing heavy, clenching my jaw.

"Only two raviolis and one asparagus? You could have used a smaller plate, Rick." Laughes Andrea.

"Yeah, I'll break a world record. First man to finish dinner in a one second." Chortles Shane.

"Well, you weren't invited. If you don't like it you can kiss my…"

"Rick!" Interrupts Michonne. "Why don't we say Grace especially since there is a child at the table. Remember Carl?" She looks towards where he was sitting. "We can't curse in front of him." She whispers.

I cross my eyes and swallow hard.

"So Rick, ya gonna say Grace since this is your home?" Asks Daryl.

Everyone looks at me. I didn't feel like saying anything, but I did anyway. Michonne asks everyone to close their eyes and bow their heads. I start. "Dear Lord up there in Heaven. It must feel pretty good up there in peace. Yeah, peace. I wish I knew what that feels like. I want to say some words, hope you can hear me now. I called out to you a few times today, are you on break or something?..." I hear Michonne clear her throat and nudge me with her elbow. "I mean, thank you for this meal and… Our guests, amen."

We are all about to eat…

"I haven't sat at a family table like this in a long time. It's kind of nice." Says Carl.

Everyone stops and looks his way. There is complete silence. Suddenly my anger begins to disappear and I can feel myself smile. I look around the table and can see that the others are beginning to smile as well. All the bickering and name calling didn't seem to matter at the moment.

"Yeah, Rick thank you for letting us stay for dinner. It looks like an appetizer, but it also looks really good. " Says Andrea. What? She gave me a complement. Andrea? I should have recorded it, because that ain't happening again.

"Yeah, Rick. This is kind of nice. Although I feel like I'm eating a kid's meal… I'm happy I'm here bro, thanks."

"I guess it's kind of nice after all. " I say. I look over to my wife and she is smiling at me. I hold her hand and kiss it.

"Yeah, Rick. I didn't think I would tear up, but I can't help it. Thank you." Says Eugene.

"Well, you are welcome Eugene…Wait! Eugene? How the fuck did you get in my house!"

"What? Rick let me eat these here two sad raviolis and I go kick his ass and arrest him for ya." Says Shane as he swallows his small meal quickly.

Eugene stands up from the table and runs, but runs back and grabs his plate then runs back out.

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The meal was eaten in about three seconds and Michonne takes Carl upstairs to his room, well his room for now. I am in the living room when Shane returns out of breath.

"Well Rick, the fat bastard is pretty fast. I couldn't find him and it's too dark to keep looking." Reports a disappointed Shane.

"It's fine. He'll probably pop up behind a bush somewhere. I just wonder how he got it my house." I ask. "Anyway, I guess you guys are on your way." I pat Shane on the shoulder with my right hand as I motion towards the door with my head. I have my left arm behind my back concealing something. I need to get upstairs and I want them to leave.

"Rick, no dessert? Maybe a teaspoon of ice-cream?" Jokes Andrea.

"No, but I got some mints in my jacket pocket. Take plenty, you need it. Now, bye-bye." I respond.

I was on my way upstairs.

"Rick!" It's Daryl, now what?

"What is it Daryl?"

"I don't want to bother ya guys since ya married folks and all, but can I crash on the couch tonight?"

"Go ahead Daryl. Just lock up behind Shane and Andrea… Oh and don't let them back in even if they beg."

"Got ya."

"Even if their cars are broken down and they have to walk home."

"Got ya."

"Even if they are being hunted by a pack of wild hungry wolves and their only way of survival is coming back in."

"Got ya."

"Even if aliens are trying to abduct them and they are scratching on the door screaming for mercy…"

"Bro… Jeez, got it!"

I nod and hurry up stairs.

XXXXXXX

I run upstairs open my bedroom door and I see Michonne sitting on the corner of our bed looking down.

"Hey." I say as I walk in with what I was hiding behind my back from the vultures we call friends. Her dessert and a spoon.

"Hey." She says back with a tired smile. "What you got there?"

"Your dessert. I made it special for you. Well, I started it, but Daryl finished it." I sit next to her and place a napkin on her lap and take a spoon and offer to feed it to her.

"Rick…"

"What's wrong babe?" I notice that she is visibly sad.

"I took Carl to his room. He looked at it then me and apologized for being a burden."

"I always knew he was a smart kid. You know, us Grimes have this smart gene where we can pick up hints without having to…"

"Rick! He shouldn't feel like that."

"Uhm… Yeah… You're right."

"I know I'm not ready to be a mother, but I don't want him to feel bad because he is here. It's not his fault."

I sigh deeply when I see the despair in her beautiful brown eyes. "Mich, we will deal with his situation this weekend. OK? He is safe and sound in a warm bed after having somewhat of a meal." I get closer to her and kiss her on the lips. "Now, I brought you this. Let's have a little time for just you and me." I let her smell the dessert. I tell her to close her eyes and I scoop up a little and brush it against her lips. She opens her mouth and slowly wraps her full luscious lips around the spoon. I'm hoping God got some more ear plugs, because the sight merits his name being called with every spoonful. Michonne continues to close her eyes and opens her mouth to receive what I was giving her. Every time those gorgeous lips enclosed the spoon I can hear low moans. I was trying to keep it together, but with every spoonful the room became warmer, my heart would beat faster and my jeans became tighter. Once it was all gone she opens her eyes and looks at me with a smile. I don't know if she can tell I'm a sweaty mess.

"You know what I was thinking?" She asks with a smile as she caresses my sweaty face.

"I know Baby. I'm so horny too. My dick is so hard right now. If I was a carpenter, I wouldn't need a hammer." I say as I lean forward to kiss her.

As I reach for her lips all I can hear is her laughing. "Rick, I was thinking that regardless of all that happened tonight, here we are just you and me, finally. "

I lean back and laugh with her. I am a little embarrassed and I know she can tell. My red face gave it away.

Then she leans in to kiss me. "Oh, yeah. I'm horny too." She says with the cutest smirk ever.

I kiss her with so much force that we fall back on to the bed. Me over her beautiful body. I know she can feel I want her here and now.

"Wait, did our guests leave." She asks as she pushes me up by my shoulders.

"Yeah." I continue to kiss her. Then I stop. "Mich, why don't we play hide and seek?"

"Rick, what if the boy hears us… Hears me? He is in the next room."

"Babe, just… If it gets too intense, just bite the pillow. Come on… Please."

She smiles at me and I bring the blanket over us. I hide under the blanket and go south seeking my treasure. She loves it and now it's time for my dessert.

I kiss her collarbone, then her chest, raise her blouse to expose her lace black bra and kiss her succulent breasts. I stay there for a little while as I bite on her hard nipples over the fabric. With every soft bite I get a little moan. Oh how I love my little rewards. I continue down the treasure trail as I kiss and lick her tone abs. Damn, my woman is fine as hell. I finally reach my treasure. I kiss her panty line and I hear her moans getting louder.

"Bite the pillow babe." I say and then continue.

"Uhm… Oh yeah… Oh Rick…Oh… My."

"Bite the pillow!"

I look up at her and see her biting the pillow with such force that there are feathers everywhere. I shrug and go back to my duty. I gently bite at the fabric right on her sensitive wet zone. I love making her wait a little with anticipation, although it was killing me too. Finally, I begin to lower her panty slowly off her legs, completely, and then I cover her firm beautiful dark legs with kisses on my way back up. I don't think the pillow can stop the moaning at this point, or what's left of it, for that matter. She opens her legs wide and I can see that she is wet and ready. The first lick is heavenly for both of us. I continue to lick and suck and gently bite.

"Oh, Rick… Yeah!... I'm…" She can only get a few words out.

I'm face deep in her juicy love spot and doing my thang, as she rocks her hips letting me know that my thang is right! Her breathing becomes more labored and her hips move quicker. I hold them tight and not stop at all as my tongue goes faster.

"Rick… I'm going to…"

"Mmmimmmooon….looo…uuuu." Translation: Michonne I love you.

"Rick!...Rick!...Right there…. I'm going to."

"Mmmimmmooon…dooo…eh….gurrrrrl." Translation: Michonne, do it girl!

"Knock, knock, knock"

"Hey, guys, I don't mean to bother ya, since ya married folks and all." It's Daryl. What the hell?

I lift my head up quickly from under the covers and turn my head towards the door.

"Daryl! What the hell do you want?" I yell. I lift the covers off my head, but I'm still over Michonne. I look at her. "That's it Mich. I'm getting my gun! We'll just get new friends."

"Rick, stop. I thought you said everyone left?" Says a sweaty and frustrated Michonne.

"He asked to stay the night."

"Just find out what he wants." She is pulling feathers out of her hair and off her face.

I stand up in a huff, try to adjust my pants and fix my hair. I open the door and come out quickly. I close it behind me, leaving an irritated Michonne cursing under her breath while fussing with feathers all over the bed and on her. I'm face to face with a visibly embarrassed Daryl.

"What?" I ask.

"I don't want to bother ya since ya married folks and all…"

"You already said that!" I interrupted. "And you already bothered. What is it?"

"Well, I can't stay on the couch."

"Daryl, you've slept in worst places."

"I know that, but not next to Shane and Andrea while they make out and shit."

"Wait, they're still here? And they are making out on my couch!"

"Yeah, so can I stay in one of 'em empty spare rooms for the night?"

"Go ahead!" I rush past Daryl and run down stairs to find Andrea laying on my couch with her left leg on Shane's shoulder on my damn couch! They are rocking like there is no tomorrow. I'm about to approach them when I look to my right. What in the hell! Its Eugene crouched down hiding behind Michonne's potted plant in the corner of my living room.

"Eugene!" I yell and he jumps up, drops the plant on the floor and Shane and Andrea sit up on the couch. I turn on the lights and walk over to Eugene and grab him by the collar. "What the hell are you doing?"

"You have no bushes, so…"

"This is my house! Why would I have bushes in my…" I hit him over the head.

"Rick, I guess I lured him out of hiding. You're welcome." Says Shane as he stands up and pushes his shirt in his pants.

"Why are you two still here?!" I shout.

"Well, if Daryl gets to stay." Says Andrea.

"Are you kidding me? Out! Now!" I roar as I point at the door.

"Well, if you really want us to go. I guess… Wait, what's that on your face?" Ask Shane as he looks at my mouth and tries to touch my face. I slap his hand.

"Nothing, get out."

"Rick, were you. Oh man, you were fucking? Damn boy, and you were doing some freaky shit, weren't ya?" Chuckles Shane as he nods. "Tell me, did ya cuddle after?"

"That's it! Out!" I stand behind them and start pushing them out. I get their jackets and throw it at them.

"Rick, I always thought you were a quick in and out kind of guy. You know, boring." Snickers Andrea.

They were at the doorway.

"Funny Andrea, I always thought you were a quick in and out too. You know, cheap." I slam the door.

I turn and there is Eugene. I walk to him slowly. "Eugene, give me a good reason why I shouldn't just shoot you, bury your body? You know, no one will come looking for you."

"That is true." Eugene takes a few steps back. "Rick, she is so mean. I can't go back. She want's me to have a job right away and that takes time. She's unreasonable. " Says a very nervous, and for good reason, Eugene.

I stare at him for a few seconds. Look away, look back and tilt my head. Then I pick up my cordless home phone. "You sit your creepy ass down." I point to my poor couch. "Don't move. And if I see you hiding behind anything plant related when I come back, consider yourself a ghost, got it!"

He nods a few times and sits. I go to the kitchen to make a call.

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It is twenty minutes later and my doorbell rings. At this point I hate that thing. I just want to shoot it off. I open the door and it's Mrs. Potter.

"Where is he?" She asks from the door way. I point towards the couch.

"Come on Eugene, let's go." She says as she motions with her hand.

"Rick, I…I can't." I stare at Eugene, tilt my head, take one step and he hesitantly gets up and walks towards the door.

I look at his mother. "Mrs. Potter, I will give Randal a call in the morning. He can definitely use a person like Eugene at the gaming and comics' store. Well, until Eugene is back on his feet and teaching again."

"Yeah, yeah, but you'll still put in a good word for me with Dale? Right? That poor man should not be living in an RV all by himself. And that hat. Oh Lord, makes him look so distinguished. Don't ya think?" Asks a very excited and disgustingly horny Mrs. Potter.

"Sure, good-bye." I'm about to close the door.

Eugene stops at the door way with his back to me. "Rick, you are a true friend. Thank you for getting me that job. Thank you for helping me and not shooting me and… Oh, those raviolis were great. Rick…" He turns his head to look at me with tears in his eyes. "You are truly a great guy."

I put my hand on his back. "Eugene."

"Yes."

"Get the fuck out!" I push him out and slam the door.

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I enter my bedroom and see that the lights are off. Michonne is in bed with the covers up to her shoulder and she is laying on her side. She looks so peaceful there. What a day? At least it is quiet now and my girl and I can relax. I remove a random feather from her hair. I change into my pajamas, slide in behind her. Oh she feels so warm and wonderful.

"Hey." She whispers in her sleep. "It's nice to snuggle with you."

"Cuddle."

"Huh?"

"Nothing… Shhhhhh, go back to sleep."

Finally, silence, calm and peace. Sleep, yes, and wait until tomorrow comes. God seems to have finally answered my prayer. I sigh deeply and I can feel myself drifting away as I hold on to the woman of my dreams…

"Knock, knock."

"Hey, guys." Daryl whispers. I open my eyes. "I don't want to bother ya since ya married folks and all, but can I make a sandwich? I'm still kinda hungry."

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Talk about a dysfunctional family and only married for six months. What is Richonne going to do about Carl? Will Daryl ever leave? Will there be another date night? Will Shane and Andrea last? What's up with that Shane special anyway?

Got read the next chapter to find out.

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