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Rick and Michonne are both overcome with the familiar feeling of their climax in the early sunlight of the lazy Saturday morning. Soon after catching their breath and entwining their lightly sweat-covered limbs, they lay in bed with no intention of moving. Rick admires her features as she comes down from her pleasure-induced high.

"We should stay in bed all day," he said huskily; his southern drawl more pronounced than usual.

Michonne rolled over so that her head was then rested on his chest.

"I wish," she offered as she ran her hand up and down his bare torso. "But I've gotta go into the office after lunch."

Rick groaned and mumbled and complained as Michonne giggled.

"What am I supposed to do with myself while you're at work?" he asked, only half annoyed.

"Well, you can get some reading done," Michonne offered.

Rick scrunched his face up, even though she did not see him.

"Nah," he replied.

"I'm sure you have some reading to catch up on, don't you?" Michonne asked as she leaned on her elbow and faced Rick.

He looked thoughtful a moment, and then shook his head.

"Rick, you have to read the first issue of Wytches if you want to come to Comic Book Club tomorrow," she said as she slapped him playfully.

"Shit. I almost forgot," he replied honestly.

"Rick…"

"Don't worry, I won't embarrass you in front of Tony and your other friends," he said in a slightly more snarky manner than he had meant to.

Michonne kissed his forehead.

"Good," she offered. "And I'd never be embarrassed of you, even if you are a huge noob."

"What's a 'noob'?" Rick asked, causing Michonne to chuckle.

"You are, all o' this," she said while gesturing to Rick.

"You love all o' this!" he countered as he grabbed Michonne and pulled her body close to his.

She giggled once more and pressed a languid kiss to Rick's lips.

"Yes I do," was her reply.

The couple unhurriedly explored each other once more; Michonne rolled to her back and drew Rick on top of her. Out of nowhere, her phone signalled she had received a message. In between fervent kisses, she spoke.

"Rick…I should…probably check…that."

Rick's mouth shifted to her neck.

"Oh, God," she breathed. "Just like that."

"You were sayin'?" Rick teased before pressing his mouth back to the spot that made Michonne come undone.

"I should check that message. Right there, Rick. Oh, yes. It could be work. We might get to stay in bed all day," she said sounding both hopeful and aroused.

That encouraged Rick to shift his body so that Michonne could check her phone. She reached over to the nightstand and picked up the cell. She frowned and placed it back down.

"Not work. Was only Tony," she said while trying to pull Rick back to her.

"Tony? What'd he want?" Rick said, not budging.

"He just asked if I could bring the sodas tomorrow, now come here and do that thing with your mouth again," she said teasingly.

Rick stayed where he was.

"Why does he even have your number?" he asked, sitting up in bed.

"I don't wanna talk about him right now," she said while running her fingers up Rick's back.

"Why does he have your number? I shop at Johnson's hardware and old Mr Johnson ain't got my number," said Rick causing Michonne to sit up.

"He's a friend."

"He's the clerk who sells you your little books, Michonne. He doesn't need to be textin' you," Rick said, realizing right away that he said something to offend her.

"Tony owns the Basement, and they're not just some silly little books, Rick," Michonne chided as she began to search for her clothing.

She put on Rick's t-shirt and crossed her arms.

"I didn't say that they were silly," he said, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"But that's what you think. It doesn't matter. Tony's my friend. He's had my number for ages. Don't tell me you're jealous, Rick?"

The room went silent.

"I get it. I probably wouldn't want some random chick texting you either, but you have nothing to worry about. Tony and I are just friends, okay? You don't want to talk about my silly little hobbies all day, so it's good that I have friends that like the same things as I do. Tony's one of those friends. He gets me…"

"I get you," said Rick, feeling offended himself.

"Of course you do," she said with a smile. "But we have different interests, and that's okay."

"Yeah but I'm sure your buddy Tony is more interested in you than he is in comics," Rick countered.

"So you are jealous?" Michonne asked, half-smiling.

Rick rolled his eyes.

"Just admit it, he's into you," said Rick.

Michonne shook her head.

"No, he isn't," she replied.

"You're too into your comics to notice that he's into you, but he is," Rick said.

Michonne sighed and then clambered onto Rick's lap; she ran her fingers through his hair and kissed his mouth.

"Yeah well, I'm only into you," she said as she drew Rick's t-shirt back over her head.

xXx

Rick sat out on the front porch of his house and placed his cup of coffee down on the step; he held the book that Michonne had left for him, turned it over in his hand and then placed it down. He was going to need some help, he mused. Reaching into his jeans pocket, he retrieved his phone and found the number he was looking for. It rang a couple of times before a voice at the other end answered.

"Hey, Dad. What's up?" said Carl in greeting.

"Hey there, buddy. Not much. How's it goin'? How's Judy and Mom?" Rick asked.

"I'm fine. Mom's good. Judy misses you. Will you be picking us up next weekend?" Carl asked with hope.

"Sure will. I put the new shelves up in your room so we can go and get that entertainment system for you right away," Rick said with a smile.

"Awesome! Thanks, Dad. I can't wait," the boy said excitedly. "How's Michonne?"

"She's doin' good. Which reminds me, I need some advice from you," Rick said feeling a little sheepish.

Carl chuckled.

"You need advice on women from me?" he asked dubiously.

"Very funny," replied Rick. "I need comic book advice from you."

Carl let out another chuckle.

"That I can do," he said. "What did you need to know and why?"

"Well, you know how Michonne loves comics?"

"Comic books, Dad," he interjected.

"Yeah, right. Well, I sort o' volunteered to go to her book club on Sunday," said Rick.

"Really? That's so cool. I've always wanted to go with her but I'm never there when they have it. She was gonna ask Tony if he could swap it one weekend so I could go too. Tony's pretty cool, so he most likely will," said Carl excitedly.

"Yeah, Tony's a good guy," Rick said sarcastically.

"He's the best. He always lets me take a couple of things out of the one dollar bin. He's awesome," said Carl.

"Right. Got it. Tony's great, but I need some pointers right now," Rick said.

"Sure. Sorry. I just love going to the Basement. But anyways. What did you need help with, Dad?" asked Carl.

"I don't know. Michonne left me this book to read by tomorrow, and it looks pretty thick. Not like a comic book. Do I have to read it all?" Rick asked.

"Which book is it?" he asked.

"Wytches, he said. "But it's spelled funny."

"Oh that one is so fricken cool, Dad!" Carl said excitedly.

"Right. So do I read the whole thing or…"

"No, Dad. It's a trade paperback. You only need to read the first chapter as it'll be the first issue," Carl said.

"Okay, sounds simple enough. So, when I get to the book club, what do I talk about?" Rick asked.

"Well, you usually start by talking about the cover artwork and then the artwork in general; then talk about the story. What you liked about it; what stood out to you; what you want to see in the next issue. It's nothing too scary, Dad. You're a cop. You got this," Carl offered with a smile.

Rick chortled.

"I know. I just don't want to embarrass Michonne. She loves this stuff and I want to see what the fuss is about," Rick explained.

"That's good boyfriend material right there, Dad," Carl laughed. "But hey! How come you never took an interest in this stuff for me?"

Rick thought for a moment, caught out by his son.

"Well, Carl," Rick said. "You can thank Tony from the Basement for that. He really encouraged me to take an interest."


A/N: I was almost gonna write next issue lol in the next instalment, Rick goes to Comic Book Club!

Wytches is by Scott Snyder for Image Comics – check it out if you love horror! It's awesome.