Chapter 2 -If

This chapter takes place the same day as the first chapter, just later that night and from Michonne's POV

Sitting over here, starin' in your face

With lust in my eyes, sure don't give a damn

And ya don't know that I've been dreamin'

Of ya, in my fantasy,

Never once you looked at me

Don't even realize that I'm wantin' you

To fulfill my needs,

Think what you want, let your mind run free,

Run free to a place no one dares to

Michonne sighed as soon as the warm water from the shower hit her body. Lifting her head, she closed her eyes, letting the stream hit her in the face. She thought of what her mom and friends would say to her if they could see her right now. "Oh, so you had a day!" is what they would have told her and she couldn't agree more.

The day had started out normal enough. A few days earlier Sasha had requested her assistance in braiding her hair. Maggie had overheard and promptly decided that a ladies day was in order.

"We never do anything fun together anymore! The guys are always around or they are having their fun poker parties while we cook, clean and keep watch. Michonne, you can come over to my house and braid Sasha's hair there. We'll eat snacks, gossip and drink some wine. OH OH OH! Bring that I pod you found on the last run and we can make it a real party! I'll tell Rosita," the words tumbled out of Maggie's mouth in excitement.

Sasha and Michonne exchanged looks and shrugged their shoulders. They could use some female bonding time. "Why the fuck not?" the sniper said. "Not like I care who sees my with messed up hair. We've gone days together without washing! I'm down."

"Me too," Michonne quickly agreed. After the herd, Carl's injury and the rebuilding of Alexandria, she could use some stress relief. Since there were no day spas and she wasn't getting the stress relief she really desired, wine, music and company would definitely hit the spot.

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Several hours earlier

"Whoever owned this I pod before had very diverse taste in music. We've heard The Beatles, Elvis, Conway Twitty, Tupac, Marvin Gaye and now Lauren Hill," remarked Rosita as she opened another bottle of Pinot Noir. "Do you think it belonged to a man or woman?"

"I don't have a clue, but speaking of diverse and man, what's going on with you and Daryl?" Maggie said sitting next to Sasha on the floor.

"Who you talking to?" Sasha asked.

Maggie rolled her eyes. "I'm talking to you. Who else would I be talking to? Rosita has Abe and Michonne and Daryl are like brother and sister. Plus we are all just waiting for her and Rick to get their heads out of their asses anyway. So that leaves you."

"Michonne are you going to sit there and let her talk about you like that?" Sasha asked trying to change the topic of conversation from herself.

"Don't try it Williams. We all know something is going on. There's not that much target practice in the world. And considering a crossbow isn't that much different from a rifle…" Michonne didn't finish, her silence insinuating what she meant.

Sasha hit her leg since, causing Michonne to pull her hair. "Ouch that hurt! Really mature Michonne." She crossed her arms and pouted.

"Come on Sasha. It's not like Daryl is ugly or anything. I for one don't know why no one had jumped him before," Rosita plopped on the floor too.

"Maybe because he just started bathing again," Maggie said causing all the girls to giggle. "I don't know how you dealt with it in that house for so long Michonne. That funk had to worse than Judith's diapers!"

"He washed. Just not as much as the rest of us. Besides, B.O. isn't nearly as bad as some of the other things that we've smelt out there. Can someone refill my glass?" Michonne asked. "Suddenly a few weeks after watch with a certain someone, he decided to shower. The first time he was in there for at least an hour. Now he takes two a day. I wonder why that is?"

All three women looked at Sasha, Michonne ceasing to continue braiding. "FINE! Daryl and I are together! God!"

"I knew it!" shrieked Maggie. The only time I've seen him smile so much is when he's around Judith. Not to mention your frown seems to have been permanently turned upside down for weeks. Is he that good?"

Red began to flood Sasha's face. She and Daryl had been talking about loss one day on watch together, bonding over the deaths of their siblings Tyrese and Merle. From there the conversation just flowed, somehow easier since the two closed off people had finally opened up to each other. One thing lead to another and soon bam! They were a couple. "I'm not answering that question. All I have to say is for a rednecked, country white boy, I have been very pleasantly surprised," winking as she took a big drink from her glass of wine. "Now speaking of country boys, washing and smiling, Michonne. You've had a smile on your face for weeks. Has a certain officer friendly been putting those handcuffs of his to good use on you?"

"Why bring me into any of this? And what does washing have to do with Rick?"

"I had to answer. Now it's your turn," Sasha replied with a shrug. "With regards to the washing I'm talking about how everytime I'm at your house late at night, you are washing his clothes. Specifically his jeans. Michonne there are plenty of clothes around. I'm sure you can find Rick another pair of jeans so that you don't have to wash them every other day!"

"But why would she want to find him more jeans Sasha? His butt and thighs look great in the ones he wears. Michonne's not an idiot and she's letting us all enjoy the view every time he walks away," stated Maggie. "And for that I am thankful."

"Here here," Rosita seconded raising her glass.

Sasha nodded, conceding that Maggie had a point. "Very true on the jeans. But what's with the happy face all the time Michonne? Is there something happening with you and Rick?"

"Nothing is going on between Rick and I. I've been smiling because Carl is healing nicely and quickly. The kids are safe, smiling and growing like weeds. I'm surrounded by great friends and family. What is there not to smile about?" Michonne answered.

"Girl you were either in politics or a lawyer before the turn because you talked your way all around that question. Which was has it been getting beat up by Rick's baton?' Rosita said clearly feeling the effects of her wine. Michonne finally stopped working on Sasha hair as they all dissolved into laughter for several minutes.

"No you didn't say that! It was perfect! Come on and tell us 'Chonne. I've been dying to know what Rick is working with since the farm. I mean that bowlegged walk makes you think that he is accommodating a certain something that resides between his legs," Maggie stated when she was finally able to speak.

How many nights I've laid in bed, excited over you?

I've closed my eyes and though of us a hundred different ways,

I've gotten there so many times, I wonder how 'bout you,

Day and night, night and day,

All I have to say is

"Once and for all, nothing is going on between Rick and I," Michonne said with a sad smile. It wasn't that she hadn't thought about Rick in that way before. How could she not? She'd seen first hand the changes his body had gone through from the prison to their arrival at the Alexandria Safe Zone. Every time she folded that ratty brown shirt of his she got wet at the memory of him standing in the rain looking like Grizzly Adams. She'd even taken to sleeping in the thing whenever he went on overnight runs. Rick was everything that Mike wasn't; a strong, loving man that would stop at nothing to protect his family, especially Carl and Judith. She didn't know when she'd fallen in love with Rick, but the way he'd attacked the herd to protect his family had certainly opened her eyes to the fact that she did. Add in the fact that she adored the corny way he acted, snapping his fingers to that terrible hoe down music he listened to on runs. The way he called Judith sweetheart and brushed her sandy brown hair away from her forehead before giving her a kiss. Yeah, she was sprung. "We're just raising the kids together."

"So in all this time, you've never even walked in on him coming out of the shower?" Rosita said in shock. "You don't have any clue what he is working with?"

"Nope," she lied coolly as she resumed working at Sasha's head. Michonne had a very good idea of what Rick Grimes was working with after sneaking in his room to borrow toothpaste one morning. He was sleep with the covers down by his feet, morning wood pitching a massive tent in his black boxer briefs. It had caused her to do not only a double but a triple take. He appeared larger than most and considering the constricting nature of the briefs, one could reason he actually was much bigger. Yeah, Michonne knew what that gait of his was certainly accommodating and she desperately wanted to get not only her hands on it, but her mouth and other parts as well. Besides her mother had always told her not brag about what you had because then someone else would go after it, taken or not. Rick wasn't hers yet but she hoped one day he would be and she didn't want to beat someone's ass over dick. "But..I will throw you guys a bone. I have seen him without his shirt on plenty of times and that man has one spectacular body."

"Finally! Was it so hard to acknowledge what the rest of us as well as probably every woman he comes in contact already knows?" Maggie asked. Seeing the confused look on Michonne's face she continued. "Rick's whole alpha man thing is hot as fuck and is seeps out of his pores. That man is huge piece of walking testosterone."

Rosita nodded. "If you and Abe weren't in the picture, I'd be all over that Michonne. He's sex on bowlegs. You must be rubbing one out at least once a week."

Michonne choked on her wine as once again her three friends chuckled at her uncomfortable position. "Whoa! That would be way too much information! I admitted that he's hot."

Janet Jackson's 'If' began coming through the speakers. "You need to give him a lap dance. To this song. Let him know you are interested before someone else comes along." Rosita stood up and perfectly did the dance moves from video to the chorus earning an applause from her audience. She gave a bow before sitting down. "Abe loves a good lap dance. It gets him in the mood."

"I didn't think Abe needed anything to get him in the mood. He's like a cave man sometimes," Sasha replied with a snort.

"Well, I love my Fred Flintstone. He can bam bam me any day, anytime," Rosita said sticking out her tongue at Sasha who threw a pillow at her.

Michonne kept her mouth shut, happy that the conversation was off her and the Grimes patriarch for the time being.

Present time

"Too bad it didn't stay that way," she spoke out loud as she removed herself from the shower. Her body filled with horror once more as it had when she had turned around and saw all the guys standing there, staring as she booty popped in the Rhee's living room to "My Boo". Her eyes immediately had locked with Rick's, his red face making her wonder how much he'd seen and heard before Carl had announced their presence.

Michonne didn't know if it was a good thing or a bad thing that Rick had immediately hightailed it up to his room and closed the door once they reached their house. She'd heard the shower running and when he still hadn't returned 45 minutes later, she sent Carl to see if he was joining them for dinner.

"He's passed out on his bed asleep," the long haired teen told her as he sat down at the table. "Can we eat? I'm starving."

That was hours ago and she hadn't seen him since. Instead of thinking on it, she'd busied herself by playing with the kids, bathing Judy and changing Carl's bandage once more before they had story time together. She'd then retired to the comfort of her own room.

Settling into bed, Michonne turned off the light, thinking of what Rosita had said earlier. They were bringing in new people to the ASZ everyday, same as at the prison. Attractive women were becoming more prevalent around their home. Maybe she should make her move and let Rick know how she truly felt about him.

"Nah. I can't risk messing up what I have with the kids. I can't risk losing that of he doesn't feel the same," she said with a sigh. Instead she turned on her side and went to sleep, dreams of her best friend filling the hours until morning.

If I was your girl, oh the things I'd do to you,

I'd make you call out my name

I'd ask who it belongs to,

If I was your woman, the things I'd do to you

But I'm not, so I can't

Then I won't but, if I was your girl.

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So yeah, I know it's been a while, but I'm inspired by the show and music. I heard this song while I was at the gym today and with all the Walking Dead action going on right now, I was inspired to write this. I hope you like it or at least it makes you laugh. We'll all need that after the premiere in two days.

If wanted a chapter highlighting Michonne's feelings about Rick. I already have most of the next chapter written and will hopefully post that soon.

Vegaslover

Song inspiration: If by Janet Jackson, off the album 'Janet'.