A/N
Hello fans and followers, *high five*! Fourteen more days and then Sundays will belong to the dead… Come on February 8th!
Well its 12:50AM, Happy Birthday to me! We had a wonderful dinner date among other things a few hours ago, took a really nice selfie of us.
Thank you for reviewing the last chapter! Seriously, thank you! I am late, once again with this story; you see I could not get it together, it was not working so I did a whole new rewrite for Chapter Seven, I have no idea what to title it, the music motivation on repeat helps a great deal. Who else need music to focus? I know I do.
These songs were on heavy random rotate:
Personal Jesus Depeche Mode
Scary Monsters & Nice Sprites Skrillex/Midnight Sky M83
Motivation Kelly Rowland/Medicate AFI
Under & Over It 5FDP
All These Things I Have Done – The Killers
Once again, forgive me for the grammatical errors, run-ons and other issues with this chapter. Do let me know what you think. Enjoy- CodeName-M.e
P.S. You know I don't own any of song and characters right? I really do love them all, songs and characters especially AFI and Rick and Michonne.
The Past…At the Prison
Michonne slid to the floor pulling her legs in a lotus position and close her eyes and slowly begin to get in tune with the silence of the cell block a nice change since everyone are still eating breakfast, she inhales deeply and releases slowly she does this a few more times and yet she is still thinking about her conversation with Maggie, memories of her distrust of the group at the prison and now this new intense interest for Rick. Michonne opens her eyes and sighs; doing few shoulders stretches and closes her eyes again and she still couldn't clear her mind, she sighs in frustration.
A knock is heard on her cell and a familiar voice from outside her curtain calls out to her.
"Michonne are you decent?"
She recognizes the intense request in Rick's voice and a look of concern engulfs her. She stood up floor and reach for her katana in its resting spot on her bed. Something happened to the fence, or worse, the children she thought. Katana in hand she moves the cloth from the entryway to the side and walks right into Rick's chest, her forehead hits his nose and a plate of food falls to the floor.
Rick Takes a step back and rubs his nose moving quickly to his side she asks if he is okay.
Rick nods his head and notices Michonne is holding her katana, "Going somewhere?"
She adjusts the katana around her shoulder, "Maybe, I thought the fences were down again." She can clearly see the relief on his face and secretly smile inside.
"No, the fences are sturdy, for now. I didn't want you to miss breakfast." They both look down at the floor; at the eggs and not too far away the plate faces down. She watches him as he stoops down to the floor and notices the clean shirt he has on, stretched across his taunt frame while reaching for piece of egg.
Michonne smirks as her eyes travel up his back to his neck and finally stopping at his hand, working outside has done some good to his physique she thought.
"Well this is different, wasn't expecting breakfast in bed." She added
Rick looks up at her and shrugs his shoulders, "Didn't see you at breakfast. Figure you might be hungry, got you a plate before Tyrese and Glenn wolf everything down."
He stood up plate in hand and she realizes how close he's to her and he doesn't move. He stares at her, looking directly in her soul before she could feel it, like he had something to say to her. Rick then looks off in the distance then returns his attention to Michonne.
"Rick?"
Rick nods his head, "You better hurry and get something to eat then."
Then he left her standing there, Michonne watches him walk away from her cell slightly confuse but not surprise.
"What was that all about?" Maggie asks.
Michonne turn around and faces the sneaky woman and gives her a scowl for the third time this morning, "Maggie! Where did you come from?"
Maggie looks at Michonne first with a serious face then laughs, "Come on Michonne, It's not like I'm skulking around, that's all Daryl. I was looking for Beth; Carol said she went in this direction."
Michonne frowns, wasn't sure if to believe it or not, seems plausible but she shrugs it off, "What do you know about Daryl skulking?"
"Not enough, he takes off before I could say anything. One minute he's there and the next," Maggie snaps her finger, "gone."
"That's because he knows what you're going to ask him."
Maggie nods her head, "I know, you see it too right? Him and Carol, I see him around Carol a lot."
It's not like Michonne doesn't like gossip, she didn't want to get involve, she wasn't really surprise to this kind of news, been seeing the two of them together, almost all the time. She did ask Daryl about it once and he retort by asking her about Rick, yeah she got the hint and left it at that.
Michonne opt not telling Maggie about her conversation with Daryl, instead she took the first few steps back to her room closing the curtain behind her.
"You know Michonne it's not my business but I think that was Rick making the first move, bringing you breakfast. Never done it before and you should have seen the faces of everyone at the breakfast table." Maggie spoke through the curtain.
Michonne groans inwardly as she turns back around to face Maggie silhouette, not moving the curtain aside but rather spoke thru it, "Thought you had no idea what that was about earlier."
Maggie leans in closer, "He's doing watch tonight; I say you take advantage of it and ask him if he was making a move on you.
Michonne couldn't help but smile at this information, "We'll see Mrs. Matchmaker."
Presently at The Smelling Sweet Hookah Lounge
Since returning from checking out the hospital Daryl did not enjoy the air around him, pulling the pack of smokes out and taking one out and lights it as he made his way to the window. He inhales and eyes them again; once again Michonne avoids eye contact and Rick, being Rick. 'I should have stayed out there so they could get their nasty off and done with.' He says under his breath.
He listens to Rick and Michonne as they discuss the new plan, Rick shakes his heads as he disagree as Michonne shrug her shoulder in indifference as to how they should act, Rick opt for a more direct approach in motion and points to the makeshift map of sticks and rocks on the floor.
"Daryl, you with us?" Rick asks.
Daryl blew smoke out before responding, "If what that cop says is true then why not put all three of us there. I don't think they'll do anything."
Michonne smile smugly to Daryl's response and raise her brow at Rick, "Even Daryl's making sense."
Rick shakes his head and points to the stick on the floor, "Michonne, you'll be here-"
"The real problems are Lerner and O'Donnell, if anything happens while inside, WE'LL arm Carol and Beth and take them out." Michonne piped up interrupting Rick.
Rick frowns again; he rather Michonne not being there at all. It's hard enough to worry about someone he love when the slaughter are about to begin. What could he say to Carl if anything happened to her? And him, what could happen and what would she say.
Rick tilts his head to the side as he weighs his nil to none options and signs, "Okay, you're with us." He says standing up from the floor and kicks the article on the floor and watch as they scatter across the room.
Michonne stood and adjusts her katana, "Good." A frown, on her face and stares at Rick, "I can't believe you were planning on sidelining me Rick."
Rick exhales deeply, "I had no intentions of side lining you. I-"
Daryl watches as an F-150 drove by "What the…" He drops the cigarette to the floor and smashes it then quickly ran to the door moving the table aside, "Aye Rick! Michonne! I just saw Maggie!"
The Past…Up in the Tower
The moon, full above the night sky gives Rick all the light he needs to walk the fence to inspect certain area the wind blows sends a crisp scent through the air and leaves once green, are slowly changing colors, soon they will fall, all this the tell tale sign that winter is near. The usual sounds of snarls came from the few walkers as its makes their way to the fence, the noise disturbs the silence he longs for, he frowns at them but walks on. He nods to Lee; a native of Macon and former professor, on his way back to post from his perimeter check gives Rick the all clear. Rick signals to Sasha that he's heading up the guard tower.
He opens the door to the tower and notices he has a guest and not the least bit surprise Rick smiles and closes the door behind him.
With her back to him she says, "Area looks safe."
He watches as she casually adjusts her weight from one hip to the other and put her hands through the pockets of her jacket, Rick can see the outline of her ass in her tight black jeans, her katana missing from her shoulders but on the desk next to her and walks over to her standing beside her and inhale realize how intoxicating she smell, like peaches and having the need to pull her towards him, he looks out the window.
"Were you waiting long?" Rick asks.
Michonne shakes her head still staring forward, "Rick, were you making a move on me?" Her voice barely above a whisper but he heard her.
Rick shock by the question turns to face her, "You mean this morning, I, well, I just wanted to do something nice for you," he sighs while running both hands through his hair, "Yes."
Michonne smile at this, with the moon so high she could see Leon and Sasha walking the fence. "Do I make you nervous Rick?"
Not exactly sure where this conversation's going but Rick wasn't complaining, she now knows this morning was him doing his best to make the first move.
Rick can see the smirk on her face and chuckle to himself as he slid over to her, their shoulders touching, "Not at all Chonne, it's pretty tempting, especially when you frown or annoyed about something."
Michonne looks at him with "Pretty tempting? When I frown? What are you talking about?"
Rick watch her watch him and doesn't answer her question instead he let his eyes do all the talking for him.
Michonne inhale deeply and slowly let the air out, "Rick?" she whispers his name again.
Calling to him sparks something from the very depth of his soul. Rick pulls Michonne to him and brought his lips down on hers. He could feel her surprise and afraid he took it too far, she wraps her arms around his neck pulling him in and Rick deepen the kiss and tongues dance. He brought his hands up to hold her face in his hands and pulls away to search in her eyes any regret not seeing any he kiss her again. It's gentle; sweet, he nibbles on her bottom lip before letting her go.
If anyone was to ask Michonne how was the kiss her response would be arousing and passionate. That was the way she felt when they finally move slightly away from each other. Yes, it was passion that made her step back from him only enough room so she could remove her shirt.
The F-150
It is truly a blessing seeing Maggie, Glenn, Sasha and Sasha as Michonne watch Rick and Daryl hug Maggie, Glenn and Sasha and nods at Abe. She along with Rick grew apprehensive when it was just them and no one else.
Looking worried Rick inquire on his family, "Where is Carl, Judith, everyone? What happened?"
"Rick we sent them to a peach farm we found. It has walls, concrete and wood, solid." Glenn exclaims happily as he and Maggie went into great detail on the road. Daryl sits on the truck bed eating his third peach and juicy. Michonne sits in the cab enjoying the a.c. and quietly listens not the least bit surprise over Eugene lies. Rick says nothing to this new information, just glad his children are okay.
Michonne wasn't in the mood to eat a peach but the bag next to her is open and scent is heavenly she picks one up and bites into it, the juices flow from it and trail along her hand. She laps it up. Not knowing she has an audience in Rick, he hungrily watches her in mid lick. Wondering if by her eating a peach brought back memories so long ago at the prison, Rick whispering how like a peach she smell Michonne frowns at this thought, she doesn't want to remember the prison. Finishing the lick she takes another bite and looks away. Rick smile and tilts his head as if to crack his neck and divert his eyes away from her.
Daryl throws the peach pit over his shoulders and reaches for another one. It's really shitty news about not having a cure but he was optimistic. If the CDC had no clue what this all was then, he shrugs his shoulder and glance at the Rhee family again.
"How you feel about that?" Daryl asks.
"I am under and over it." Maggie answer, "We drove like hell when we found out my sister is alive and Carol too."
Daryl scowls, "Yeah, well Carol is just fine. We're going to get them back and I'm going to kiss my woman and thank the ground below her feet from now on."
Everyone then turn to look at Daryl, now on his fourth peach, in awe over his confession.
"What?" Daryl suck his teeth, Ah hell, don't act like you aint know."
"Well hell, I didn't know." Abe announced quickly.
"You're excuse then." Daryl replies and bites into his peach again.
Rick glances over Sasha, worried about her, Bob believed in the cure, believed in Eugene saving the world.
"How's your aim, you focus?" Rick inquire
Sasha exhales, "It's spot on, I'm ready."
Rick nods his head; "Good," He motions for everyone to get closer, filling them in on the new plan, "If anything happens take them all out."
The Past…Two in the Laundry room
Few more months in and things are going great at the prison, Daryl lucky in his hunt brought back a deer. Glenn and Maggie are married, His children are happy, the pavilion is complete and Rick could not get enough of Michonne and would seek her out the minute she walks into the room. Knowing it's a problem for her and he had respect her wishes in keeping quiet but he really didn't care if anyone knew about them.
They were all eating breakfast and Rick is listening on Carl and Michonne discussion about the in and out of the Marvel universe and in awe as how verse she is in comics Rick has no idea who the Abomination is but chime in when they spoke of Thor, he knew some Norse mythology and Carl applaud him on this and pulls out the most recent comic he's reading to show him. After a detail history on the Realms of Asgard, Rick looks up and notice Michonne is gone. He returns his attention to the open comic and looks at the picture of Thor.
Much later in the day Rick found her in the laundry room. He stood at the door and watches her before casually walking over.
"I had a crazy dream a night ago." She said as she folds her clothes.
"Oh yeah, about what?"
She continues to fold a small frown on her face, "A dinner party hosted by you."
Rick couldn't help but laugh at this, but Michonne frowns deepen. Upon seeing her face Rick quickly apologizes for being rude and asks her to continue. She does, folding each piece of clothing.
"At this dinner party you hosted. Everyone I care about are around the table eating and drinking, enjoying each other company and Mike is there too but wasn't really there, I'm the only one who can see him. Mike is standing there pointing to this silver dome in the center of this massive table; I could feel that he wants me to lift the dome up and I do, I lift it up and it the governors' head on a silver platter an apple in his mouth."
Rick inhale deeply, he could have sworn that her dream would be a funny one but it was a curt reminder that the governor is still out there. Michonne finish the last item and place it on top and face him, "I'm going back out there again, I must look for him."
The last time she went out it was for a long time, a month or so. Finally returning riding on top a horse bleeding profusely from her right shoulder. Everyone worried especially him, Carl kept asking if she'll be okay and will she make it. Both Grimes being pulled out from the infirmary by Daryl so Hershel can take care of her. Thankful when she pulled through.
Rick knew anything he says, if he object, Michonne would not change her mind, "No, look what happened the last time."
"The last time was a mistake."
He moves closer to her and frowns at her responds. "And Carl, I don't' think he'll like it to much if he knew that you're leaving again."
Michonne looks at him for a second then turn to face her clothes again all folded nice and neat. "Carl will understand"
Rick not satisfied with that answer reach for her but stops, placing his hand back to his side, "And me?"
"Another head aches, another heart breaks...And my affection, well it comes and goes. I need direction to perfection."
Rick frowns, confused by her response, "Are you saying I'm perfect, I'm not. And what this about heart breaks?"
Michonne shakes her head again and picks up her clothes and walk past him, leaving him there, confused.
On that night it began to snow.