A/N - The usual disclaimers, I don't own anything but the words. The characters belong to TWD/AMC. I just wanted to play with them. Please enjoy and any mistakes are mine and mine alone so please excuse them.
Blanket
The booming of the thunder and the hard pellets of rain against the windows were loud inside the Grimes home. The afternoon was gloomy and dark, more reminiscent of early evening time. Judith buried her head in Michonne's chest her little body trembling at the claps of thunder
"Michonne I got the blankets and pillows what else do we need?" Carl's voice was loud in the sudden absence of the sounds from the thunderstorm.
"That's all we need. Here hold Judy while I build the fort." Michonne whispered words of comfort to the little girl before handing her over to her brother. Grabbing the blankets she quickly draped them over the chairs they had brought into the living room. Pulling the cushions from the couch she made them a comfortable pallet within the wall of blankets.
"Mama! Mama!" Judy called anxiously for Michonne as the thunder resumed loudly outside.
Peeking out of the blankets Michonne smiled at Judith, "I'm here sweetie. I'm getting our little nest ready, just give me a minute." Ducking her head back inside Michonne finished placing the flashlights nearby before poking her head out calling to the waiting children. "Carl, bring Judy inside."
Carl placed Judith down laughing as the little girl ran into the blanket fort calling for her mother. "Judy it's not that bad, it's just thunder." A sudden clap of thunder shook the house causing Carl to let out a startled "Shit" as he dived into the safety of the fort.
"Carl…language!" Michonne chided the teen before bursting into laughter. She looked down at Judith who was clinging to her neck, before glancing over at Carl, a smirk on her lips. "No need to be afraid, it's just thunder…right?"
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Lemonade
"Chonne?" Rick woke up as the lack of body heat sent a chill through his body. "Michonne?" His hand searched the bed, sitting up he wiped the sleep from his eyes. Peering around the room he frowned. Rising from the bed he slipped on a t-shirt and his boxers before making his way downstairs. Seeing a light in the kitchen he entered quietly. "Baby are you ok?"
Michonne was sitting at the table wiping her eyes, "I'm fine…I just…" She looked around before shrugging her shoulders.
Rushing to her side Rick kneeled down, "Chonne, what is it? Is it the baby?" He ran his hand over her swollen stomach, feeling the movement of their baby, a smile tugged at his lips. Looking up he frowned again. "Tell me babe…what's wrong I can't fix it if you don't tell me."
"The baby's fine…" She looked down at Rick, embarrassment coloring her expression. "I…I drank the last of the lemonade and there's no more."
She was crying over drinking all the lemonade? Struggling to keep his expression from changing Rick rubbed soothing circles over her stomach, "That's ok Chonne, I'll take care of it. Come on, let's get you back in bed, I don't want you and the baby to catch a chill." Biting back a grin he helped his wife back to their bedroom.
The next day.
"Rick what in the hell are we lookin' for?" Daryl pulled his cap down further on his ears as the cold wind whipped around them as they stepped from the truck.
"We're looking for lemonade mix." Rick walked up to the store's windows banging on them to see if any walkers would shuffle forward.
"Lemonade mix?!" Settling his crossbow on his shoulder Daryl grunted, "What the hell? You got me outta my bed to look for damn lemonade mix?"
Rick shot him a quick glance over his shoulder. "It's for Michonne. I found her last night sitting in the kitchen crying because she drank the last of it." He shrugged, "I'm not gonna have her crying over some damn drink when I can do something about it."
"Well why didn't you say it was for Chonne from the get go?" Daryl kicked in the door. "Let's go get this shit for her."
That evening
Rick walked into the house, noticing the quiet he slowly made his way toward the kitchen. Hearing footsteps he saw Carl approaching.
"Did you find any?" Carl looked anxiously at his father.
Nodding Rick gave him a quick grin as he pulled his backpack from his shoulder. "This should hold her for a while." He opened it to show his son the 15 large cans of lemonade mix. "Where is she?"
A look of relief crossed Carl's face. "Thank God! Carol baked her cookies, Rosita painted her nails, and Beth sung to her. None of it helped, I'm telling you dad, you and Daryl are gonna be heroes" Carl patted his father's shoulder, "Mom's upstairs, I'm going to take Judith and let the rest of the family know it's safe to come back over again."
Chuckling Rick shook his head, "Go on, I got this." He watched as his son and daughter left before heading into the kitchen. Making a pitcher of lemonade he put it on a tray along with some of Carol's cookies. Pushing open the door to their bedroom he saw Michonne sitting on the bed, staring at the book balanced on her stomach. "Hey babe." He smiled at her sweetly. "I got something for you." He walked fully into the room holding the tray in front of him.
Michonne looked up, "Hi Rick." She smiled weakly at her husband before staring back down at the book. Looking up her eyes widened in shock, "Is that…is that lemonade?" Pushing the book to the floor Michonne sat up, her eyes sparkling.
"Not only lemonade, but lemonade and cookies." Rick placed the tray down and poured her a glass, handing it to his wife. He watched as her eyes filled with tears. "Michonne what's wrong? I thought you would be happy!" Hurriedly putting the glass down Rick wiped her tears away, panicking at the thought he had did something wrong.
"I…I am happy…you found me…some lemonade." The tears spilled from Michonne's eyes as she grabbed Rick, hugging him tightly.
Laughing softly Rick kissed her head, "Didn't I tell you I'd take care of it." Drying his wife's tears he handed her the glass. "Drink all you want, I stocked you up."
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