A/N: A teeny tiny ficlet in an AU universe, inspired by a request from Tumblr's Sugaree82. Enjoy!


"That's the last time we ever do that," Rick leaned his head against the back of the car seat, exhaling as though he'd just completed a marathon.

Michonne bit back her laugh. "You're acting like going out is some kind of Olympic event."

"With you it is!" he sat up, whipping his head around to glance at her from the back of their cab. "I spend half the time glaring off men trying to push up on you and tonight—"

Michonne lost her fight against laughing, letting out a long held in chuckle. "You're telling me you aren't flattered?"

Rick flushed to the roots of his curly hair. "She was disgusting!"

"I've been told blunt bangs are making a comeback," Michonne's lips quirked, her amusement poorly covered.

"What about just spraying the ends of your hair yellow?" Rick still look horrified.

"I don't remember you feeling that way about that blonde. What was her name?" Michonne pretended to scour her mind. "Jessie?"

"Here we go," Rick scoffed. "She's just some mom at Carl's school—"

"And yet, her attraction to you didn't disgust you," Michonne could not resist the opportunity for low blows, not when he made it so easy.

"I don't remember Jessie asking you if it was ok to…" he trailed off, shuddering.

"Fuck you?" Michonne supplied easily, delighting in how Rick's blush deepened. "I think she was hoping you would but I wouldn't find out. At least this woman asked for permission." She shrugged.

From the driver's seat, the driver caught Michonne's eye in the rearview mirror. He was clearly laughing at Rick's expense.

"I…You didn't say no!" Rick accused, looking genuinely hurt.

Michonne reached for him, stroking his hair in the way she knew would soothe him. "You didn't hear me say no," she corrected.

He faced her again, his brow furrowing, his head tilting. "What do you mean?"

"I ran into her in the bathroom," Michonne smiled, kissing Rick lightly on the corner of his mouth. "I don't think she'll approach us again."

Rick grinned, his pupils dilating as he observed her. "Because we aren't ever going to that club again," he informed her cheekily.

"Shame," Michonne removed her hand from his hair, adjusting the hem of her skirt instead. "I guess I'll just have to get rid of these dresses then."

Rick look instantly chastised. "You don't need to do that," he paled.

"No need, if we never go out," she said lightly.

The driver laughed out loud as he came to a stop in front of their house. He tossed Michonne a look over his shoulder.

"I'll take you out sometime," he informed her. Rick instantly stiffened.

Sensing the impending storm, Michonne grabbed her husband's hand. Coyly, she climbed over him, careful to wiggle across his lap in her quest to exit the car.

"I'd rather you take me inside and take this dress off," she told Rick loudly, her eyes on him.

Rick's breath hitched. Without pause, he tossed a handful of crumpled bills into the front seat, seized Michonne around the waist, and quickly removed them both from the vehicle. Michonne giggled in his arms, burying her face into his neck as Rick all but ran them into their house. They collapsed on the couch in a frantic heap.

"You know you're the only man that matters, right?" Michonne gasped into her husband's ear as he went to work pulling her dress over her hips.

He grinned, glancing up at her before he returned to his task of kissing every inch of exposed skin that he could reach.

"Obviously," he sat up to tug his button down over his head. "You know I don't look at any other women, right?" he asked her in turn.

"Obviously," she laughed. "That's why I'm not worried."

He chuckled against her, wrapping his legs around his waist. "Maybe you could convince me to go out in the future." He groaned as she rolled her hips into him.

"I'll do my best," she assured him, pulling him down on top of her.