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Chapter 2

Rick opened his eyes slowly, squinting at the sun that beamed through the bedroom window. He could hear the sounds of hammers and saws, all the rebuilding efforts in full swing, going on with or without him. He rolled to his right to glance at the clock on the nightstand. All he could make out was that the hour was 7. The minutes were being covered by the black panties of Michonne's that he refused to throw in the wash since they still smelled of her.

He fell asleep with the scent in his nose and dreamed of waking up to her in his arms with his dick buried deep within her warm wet walls. He'd had the same dream for six nights in a row. His morning hard on, going ignored, not satisfied with the poor stand-in of his hand. He rolled to his back and stared at the ceiling, mentally preparing himself for the day ahead. He thought about all the rebuilding projects that still needed to be done. He couldn't think of anything pressing that he would be needed for at the early time so he humored himself with his shit list. He'd been making it since the moment Michonne drove away. Negan was at the top of that list, followed by Shane, everyone at the Kingdom, the breeze, rain and the last name listed was Peter on the run crew, because he asked too many damn questions.

He lazily got out of bed, and thought back to five days ago. He had fooled his mind into thinking he was okay without Michonne for the first two days, but that third day his mind couldn't keep up the charade anymore. He walked the streets of Alexandria, inspecting and checking on progress, liking what he saw, it was when he went to check the chapel, that his mind started to wonder. That day Gabriel almost ended up on his shit list too.

"Morning Rick."

"Morning Doug. How are things going?" Rick greeted the crew chief and looked around at all the progress that the community had made. With all hands on deck, they were about 90% done with the biggest projects.

"On schedule. The chapel's almost done. They completed the gazebo rebuild this morning," Doug waved his clipboard in the direction of the gazebo. "A few of the women on the paint crew are painting it now, the way you requested. They should be done soon."

Rick looked up at the sky to make sure there were no dark clouds on the horizon. The day after Michonne left it rained for two hours, throwing the cleanup off. Rick watched the rain trickle down the windows from his kitchen and couldn't help but think back to the groups time on the road and the day the rainstorm turned into a tornado.

The rain fell down on Michonne's already glowing skin making it glisten with a sparkling hue, like an ethereal halo that God had made just for her. He couldn't just stand there and watch her, but he noticed how the drops of rain rolled down her chest and disappeared underneath her purple tank top, to its destination only a select few had ever been. He was proud to say she had chosen him as one of the few, but as the rain fell, he couldn't help but wonder if the same rain shower he was watching was also falling on her, raindrops touching her in ways he longed to and hadn't been able to since she left.

"Good, good...and the windows?" Rick asked focusing on the man in front of him.

"They're bringing the rest of them in about an hour. We're lucky that all the houses in this area all use the same size, they should all be installed by the end of the day."

"Good," Rick placed his hands on his waist, just above his gun belt, "And that special project?"

"You'll have to talk to Morgan about that. He hasn't been back to give me any updates."

"Alright. Thanks. I'm gonna go check the chapel. Gabriel's in there right?"

"Should be, he hasn't left since we started. Doesn't want anyone messing up anything. He's been blessing everyone's hands and we all have to watch our mouths while we work. You should have seen Frank trying to think of chapel friendly words after he hit his thumb with a hammer yesterday."

"His chapel, his rules I guess. I'm heading over there now to see how things look. Come find me if you need me." Rick turned to make the short trek to the chapel, greeting passing ASZ members along the way. There was a group of people in front of the chapel planting flowers and edging the flowerbed with rocks. It was really starting to look like it did before.

"Good morning Rick. What do you think?" Gabriel greeted Rick and then walked in a small circle with his hands behind his back, inspecting the chapel for the tenth time that morning. "They've done a great job."

"They have." Rick agreed, looking Gabriel over and noticing his very clean black suit, which meant he hadn't been helping with the rebuild other than giving out orders. "So everything's to your satisfaction then?"

"It is. Look," Gabriel pointed upward, "They even replaced the stained glass. Did you know Ms. Morris studied art? She did all this. It's beautiful. Hands touched by God."

"It really is something. I'm glad you like it," Rick said, genuinely happy for Father Gabriel and his chapel. The people of Alexandria needed him and his spiritual guidance.

"I do. Now if I can just get Janice to stop dropping eff bombs in the Lord's house, it will be perfect." Gabriel looked over at Janice. "Excuse me. I think I hear her again." Rick watched him walk away, giving him the opportunity to scan the small chapel on his own, it looked good as new. His eyes stopped at the wooden podium, one of the few things left untouched by the Saviours. He couldn't help his smile as the memory of Michonne and him at that podium came to his mind.

"We're gonna get in so much trouble if we're caught in here."

"Oh you're already in trouble darlin'," Rick placed his hands on Michonne's waist and pulled her into him so she could feel just what that trouble was. The hardness she felt on her ass cheek had her moaning softly and Rick's tongue on her neck had her groaning loudly. "Just put your hands right here." She gripped both sides of the podium and her head fell back to Rick's chest when she felt his fingers in the front of her panties. He was such an expert at getting to her wetness, she didn't even feel or hear her zipper come down. "I want all of this." She felt his fingers slide through her folds, closing a little when her throbbing clit was in between them.

"Oh god."

"We're in the right place for you to call him." His voice in her ear did the same thing to her body as his fingers were doing.

"Fuck!" She gripped the podium tighter when she felt his fingers dip inside her, pumping in and out until she was practically shaking with the anticipation of her orgasm. "Right there. Yes… " Before she knew it, her pants where around her ankles and Rick's dick was deep inside her pussy. His fingers had her so worked up, she was cumming on his dick after a couple of strokes.

"That's it. Cum on this dick Michonne." He didn't stop or slow down. She was so deliciously wet and hot, he fucked her through her first orgasm hoping to topple her with another.

"Shit Rick. That dick feels so good. Baby don't stop. Fuck this pussy. Fuck… ahhh… " He gripped her hips tighter and felt her pussy squeeze around his dick.

"You like that baby?"

"Yes! Oh yes!"

"Show me." She knew what that meant; he wanted to feel her cum. He wanted to feel her body go still as the waves of euphoria swept over her body. He wanted to hear the gushing sound her pussy made when he stroked it into submission, making her cum on command as hard as he wanted her to.

"Ohh… right there… yes! Rick...Rick… ohh…," And just like he told her to, she erupted. Covering his balls with her sweet essence, his dick slid in and out of her faster with the added wetness, he could feel her knees start to weaken and he held her around the waist with his arm. Feeling the beginnings of his climax, he fucked her harder and deeper. The tip of his dick aimed for the deepest part of her pussy, and he touched it over and over, determined to shoot his seed in that exact spot when he exploded within her.

"Fuck… Michonne…," He grunted against her back.

"Cum for me Rick. Fill me up." He held her tighter against him and let go.

"Ahhh… shit."

"Rick, everything okay over here?" Gabriel asked, bringing Rick to the present. He hoped his jeans were hiding the evidence of his daydream.

"Yeah," he scratched his beard and blew out a breath. "Yeah, everything's fine. It looks good. I'm glad that podium made it. I gotta go check on... some other stuff." Rick turned and walked away without a bye, but took one last look at the podium before blowing out a breath and leaving the chapel.


It was the fifth day that the breeze ended up on his shit list. He knew it sounded crazy, but he didn't care. In his mind, it belonged there. He had his reasons.

"Hey Rick, you come to help out?" Jonathan asked.

"Yeah, what do y'all need?"

"We're just about to erect the west side sniper tower. Need all the hands we can get."

"I can do that." They walked over to the tower laying on it's side on the ground and them with the strength of fifteen men, the base of the tower was uprighted and bolted onto the ground. Rick stayed and worked with the crew to build the platform for the tower after. He needed to stay busy to keep his mind from wandering to his wife.

He wondered what she was doing while he was hammering nails into 2x4's. If she was doing the same thing at the Kingdom. Sweating like him, body aching. If the breeze that was cooling his sweaty body was also cooling hers. Then he was jealous of that same breeze since it got to touch Michonne and he didn't.

Was she thinking about him as much as he was her? Nothing about their "separation" had been easy. When he watched her drive away with the kids in the car, he just knew that she'd be back the next day, but when the sun rose and set on the third day, he started to think the worst. That maybe she'd found the happiness she sought within the walls of the Kingdom. Even if she said she didn't want anyone but him, how could she stay away like she was. There had to be something or someone occupying her time and keeping her from coming home to him.

"Last board Rick," Jonathan shouted.

"Huh?"

"It's the last one. We're all done. Thanks for all your help."

"Oh yeah, no problem."

"Looks like it's lunchtime." They both looked down to see a few members of the community covering picnic tables with tablecloths and setting food on top of them. The men tiredly climbed down from the tower and walked over to the hand washing station before going to fix plates to eat.

Rick sat and ate, talking to whoever was near about the rebuilding efforts. No one dared ask about Michonne and the kids. They knew she was helping the Kingdom, but it had been days since anyone had seen the Grimes clan, and the signs of distress were starting to show on Rick's face.

He stared at the apple next to his plate and he could almost taste the sweet juice that ran down Michonne's chin after she would take a bite. He wondered if she was eating one right now. He took the apple in his hand and went to throw his plate away, no longer wanting to hear the voices of the others.

He walked along the wall, needing something to distract him, he inspected all the steel and wooden posts, checking for the tiniest of cracks or flaws. He stopped when he got to the back of the community, out of eyeshot from most of the houses.

He remembered Michonne leading him there one night under the guise of needing to check the wall for damage. When he placed both his hands on the cold steel to push on it and test its stability, Michonne lowered herself to her knees, unzipping his pants and capturing his dick in her mouth before he could register what was going on. She took all of him in her mouth and moaned her enjoyment as she did.

He wanted to throw around a few choice words to tell her how good her mouth felt, how he loved how warm it was, how wet it was, how impressively and expertly she took his cock, letting it touch the back of her throat and the way she looked at him with those deep brown eyes of hers. He wasn't sure what it was, but that night her mouth gave no fucks about giving him time to get ready. He watched her cheeks cave in, heard those slurping sounds and then felt her hand on his balls, he was done for. He gripped the wall as hard as he could and watched as Michonne sucked down every drop of cum that he spewed into her beautiful mouth, swallowing and then licking the tip of his dick for good measure. She stood up and continued walking, leaving Rick scrambling to find his bearings and his ability to walk.

Rick let out a loud sigh and looked to the sky, silently asking anyone above for strength. He walked away from the wall feeling tired and more frustrated than ever.


On the sixth day, he found any and every project he could to focus on and take his mind off of Michonne. For hours he hammered, swept, painted, sawed and inspected all over Alexandria. He was worn out and beyond tired, but he didn't want to go home and hear the quiet of his house, so he walked to the gazebo, where he sat down and took a bite of the apple he got earlier. The flavor of it not as sweet as a bite taken after Michonne, but it would do for now. He chuckled to himself looking around at the newly built structure while he wiped the juice from his chin. It was painted bright white with purple paint on the roof. A surprise for Michonne, her favorite color. He wondered how long it would take her to notice. The last time they were in the gazebo, they weren't looking at the paint.

"I'm gonna take these tight ass pants off you."

"Now why would you do that Rick?" Michonne went to sit down, but Rick stopped her with a hand on her ass. He sat down giving him the perfect view of her backside.

"I've watched you walk around in 'em all day, hugging that ass more than should be allowed by the law."

"Good thing we don't have laws anymore." Michonne huffed out, feeling Rick's body heat against her skin. He reached around and unfastened the single button at the top of her pants and started to peel them down her legs.

"What's your plan once they're off?"

"This..." His hand dipped into her pants and his thumb rubbed her clit over her panties." And my tongue need to spend some quality time together. But first…" He sat her on his lap and slipped two fingers inside her slippery wet pussy. Her eyes fluttered closed and her body relaxed into his while his fingers began a steady rhythm, strumming her core, making her wetter, the delicious sound getting louder.

"Oh yes...Rick...fuck…" He removed his fingers, leaving her feeling empty and frustrated that he stopped so soon.

"Kick those boots off and lay back." Michonne bit her bottom lip and looked around. It was dark and quiet and they hadn't seen a soul since they'd been out. The throbbing of her clit won out against the rightness of her mind, she was too far gone anyways. She took off her boots, helped Rick pull her pants and panties down, then stood up to let him stand in front of her. Before she could get into position like he told her to, Rick pulled her into a kiss. Holding her by the waist and then moving his hands to her naked ass to squeeze the warm smooth flesh there. He didn't stop until he felt her knees go weak and heard her start to moan.

"You're gonna get us caught. Shh…," he pressed down on her hips to get her to sit, then lifted her left leg placing her foot on the top of the bench. He used his fingers again to play in her folds, teasing her. He loved her face when she wanted to be fucked and he was taking his time. Those eyes of his turned a shade of lagoon with a hint cocky, she loved every bit of it.

"Rick…"

"What? You're so impatient." He smiled and watched her roll her eyes. Before she could start to beg for his tongue on her pussy, he was licking and sucking and making her head spin. She pinched her lips together to keep from screaming but she still made sounds. Rick put his fingers in her mouth to muffle her moans. She sucked and he sucked. She sucked and he licked.

Every taste bud on his tongue was covered in Michonne. He swept his tongue over every fold of her pussy and then used the tip of his tongue to write his name on the inside of her walls. When he got tired of hearing her muffled moans, he slipped his fingers out of her mouth and into her pussy while he sucked on her clit. She couldn't hold her satisfying sounds in, she moaned and called his name and then when she felt that tingle in her belly, she held her breath and gripped the side of the bench, letting out a long slow moan as she peaked, giving Rick all he'd been working for. He lapped at her pussy, drinking in all her sweetness as she used her hips to grind herself against his face, coming down from one of the best places he'd ever taken her.

"Rick Grimes, I love you more than you can imagine."

"Hey Rick."

"Morgan."

"We got it done."

"Good."

"Thanks for trusting me with this Rick. I know it's hard, but it was the right thing to do." Rick had tasked Morgan with using one of the houses a few blocks away for a jail. Making sure he knew to reinforce the cell that would hold Negan. Morgan being the only one he thought could handle such a job, the only one he trusted to get it done right. He had a crew of ten men and they got the job done in four days. "We're gonna move him in the morning before sunrise. We'll be real quiet about it."

"Tape his mouth shut. He doesn't do anything quietly."

"We already have the roll of tape." Morgan smiled and nodded his head slowly.

"I'm glad you're doing this...better you do it than me."

"You don't think you could do it?"

"No….I don't think I could. After what I've seen him do, it would be so much easier to just put a bullet through his brain."

"You can't do that Rick. Not with him."

"I know, but I still want to ask why the fuck not? It would be as easy as breathing, Morgan. You remember what that felt like?" Rick looked at Morgan's eyes to see if any recognition could be seen. "Being able to watch the life drain from that mother fuckers eyes, would bring me such a sense of peace."

"That peace doesn't last, Rick. Why are you keeping him alive anyways?"

"I made promises. The council agreed on it. I've got Carl, Michonne and Judith to think about. I can't have Carl thinking he's a monster... I can't have him knowing that I am one."

"Your family is everything Rick. Maybe if I still had mine, I would be in the same mindset as you. Doesn't seem so bad sometimes…. the trade off." Morgan's somber look as he thought of Jenny and Duane was heart wrenching for Rick.

"I can't have my family here... with him here. Negan is keeping me from them, and I can't have that anymore. Moving him away from here is the safest thing for both of us." Rick took a deep breath and closed his eyes. "I've done it before you know."

"Done what?"

"Killed the man who tried to take my family from me. It was one of the hardest things I've ever done, but it was either him or me. He was my best friend and he kept my family safe when all this shit first started, I was grateful for that and told him as much. But then he had already taken up with Carl's mother and didn't want to give them up when I found them. This thing with Negan is the same thing, I have to get rid of him somehow since I can't kill him."

"This isn't anything like that, Rick. Michonne has been with you since the day you two met. You, Carl and Judith...that's all she's about." Rick nodded his head, hearing Michonne's voice say she's still with him. "She's not her, she would never do that to you." He knew Morgan was right, and then the memory of Hershel's words came to his mind; "Things break, but they can still grow." The old wise man's words were definitely ringing true. Things might be broken, but Rick refused to let his family stay that way. If letting go of his anger was the superglue that would put them back together, then he'd figure out a way to do it.

"They're all I got. I'm nothing without them. I need them here," Rick pointed to the ground for emphasis. "In Alexandria, in our house, sleeping in the beds that belong to them. My wife, my kids… here with me, where they belong."

Determined that today would be his last day taking a cold shower, Rick decided that if Michonne wasn't going to come back to him, he'd have to go get her, but first he needed to make a stop.


"Look who it is...Sheriff Rick! You come to welcome me to my new abode? It's really nice in here. I can't believe I get to break in the brand new digs."

"You done?"

"Why are you here Rick? You come to kill me? Doing it while I'm behind these bars is a real pussy move."

"You are the expert on pussy movies. Negan. Nah I didn't come to kill you. Just came to talk."

"I have to say Rick, a talk was not what I was expecting when you walked in here. So what's the topic? The weather? Sports? The deficit? How's that boy of yours?"

"Just shut the fuck up so I can tell you why you're still alive."

"I know, I know...you're being the bigger person and all that. Very commendable."

"It would be too easy to kill you. Even if I dragged it out and killed you slowly, it would still be too easy."

"And you don't take the easy route right?"

"Not anymore."

"How honorable... So only long bumpy routes for you now? What changed?"

"Demons. I'd rather not have yours haunting me."

"Oh… you know I would right?" Negan chuckled, hiding his relief that he wasn't dying that day. "I wonder if Lucille will haunt with me."

"Can ashes haunt?"

"You burned her?!"

"Yeah. It was pretty fun." Rick smiled, wanting Negan to know how much he enjoyed watching his bat burn.

"You should've just killed me." Negan said soberly, looking down at the concrete floor.

"Nah. You'll live for a long time and you'll get to hear the voices of everyone living their lives outside these walls, happy and no longer controlled by you."

"So visiting hours on Sundays? Tell Carl to come by and see me. I miss our talks.".

"No. He won't be coming by. The next time he sees your face will be after you're dead. You won't be seeing very many faces at all. What would be the point?"

"So it's just me and my thoughts then."

"Yea… Figured you could think about the things you've done to people. How you hurt people...killed people just for your own enjoyment."

"I was protecting people!"

"You weren't protecting anyone! You raped women. You beat people into submission. Husbands in front of wives! Sons in front of mothers! You created widows for boxes of spaghetti and jars of olives."

"Come on….I…" Rick cut him off, no longer able to tolerate the sound of his voice.

"Now you have nothing but this cell... People to protect you now, and your thoughts to keep you company. I won't be back to see you. I've got better things to do and a family to do them with." Rick left the cell feeling lighter and more hopeful about bringing his family home. He was able to control his anger and didn't put a bullet in Negan's skull. His hand didn't even touch his Colt the whole time he was in there. He felt proud of himself for being able to do it. To basically wash his hands of Negan and trust in what the council had decided. Negan was no longer a threat to anyone locked up in his cell. Rick was able to find peace in that, now he needed to show Michonne, so that she would come back home.