Rick was a little relieved that she had at least acknowledged him. Michonne didn't exactly talk to him the way he wanted, but she noticed him. He was going to do everything he possibly could to show her how much she meant to him. For now, he was going to sit in front of her room all night. He went to get a pillow because he wasn't going to leave that spot; he was going to sleep there, even if his back was going to hurt the next morning.

He knew that he didn't deserve her because she was too damn good for him. She never once did anything to hurt him. Everything she had ever done for him was to help, even when she pushed or punched him around for making the wrong decisions.

Rick also got a piece of paper. She didn't really give him enough time to explain himself, so he was going to write her a letter and slip it under her door.

He started to write the letter, pouring his heart out to her. She just needed to know how much he really cared.

Michonne woke up the next morning, surprised to find a folded piece of paper with her name written on it. Beside the letter, there was a rose. Michonne wondered how the hell he had managed to find that. She unfolded the paper and there was a long letter written to her. She began to read:

Dear Michonne,

It occured to me that I could be sleeping in a bed right now if I hadn't messed up. I shouldn't be sitting outside of your room. I should be in there sleeping beside of you. I shouldn't have even had to write this. I promise you this is my last letter, I just feel like I have to explain myself more.

I'm sorry. I know I've said it about twenty times already, but I am. I know that it won't matter how many times I actually say it because I know you will not believe me.

Like I said before, I don't deserve a second chance, and I know that I am a worthless piece of shit for asking you to give me one.

I'm pretty sure you don't trust me anymore, so I know you probably think everything I say is a lie. There are two things that are definitely not lies. The first thing is I'm sorry, and the next thing is something I should have told you a long time ago. I LOVE YOU. I know you probably don't believe it now, especially after what I did to you, but I promise you, it's true. I'm sorry it took me so fucking long to figure it out.

I promise you that I will NEVER hurt you again as long as I live, and I promise to prove to you that I really love you. I know I've already promised so much already, but I intend on keeping them.

I hope after all of this, you can forgive me. Why? You want to know the fucking truth? Michonne... I'm nothing without you. NOTHING. Without you, I don't know where Carl would be right now. Without you, I don't know where I would be. Hell, without you, I'd probably be dead. You have saved our lives so many times. You have always been good to all of us. You changed our lives and have never once let us down.

I know you, Michonne. You may think I don't, but I do. In the beginning, when you first came to us, I know how hard it was for you to come around, how hard it was for you to communicate to us. I know how hard it was to actually let yourself feel something, but you came around. Now, you're family, and not just to Carl, Judith, and I, but to EVERYONE.

When you started to let yourself feel, you got a little carried away. Why? You fell for me. I really don't understand why you love me or why you fell for me. Why me? I'm a monster, Michonne. I've killed so many people I've lost count. I've done things that no sane person would EVER do. I'm a fucking time bomb; everyone I get close to, dies. I'm like a puzzle that's missing pieces; I can't ever be fixed or put back together. I can't change who I am because this world won't let me.

You looked past all of these flaws, all of these things that I can't ever take back. When you started to let yourself feel, you fell for me. I was just too big of an idiot to realize it. I messed up everything. I'm so sorry.

I know that I made a terrible mistake, and you definitely know what I'm talking about, but Michonne... It was always you. You have always been there for me. It was always you, has always been. I'm sure of it now. All I want is you.

I love you.

Rick.

P.S. I hope you like the rose. I don't know what your favorite flower is, but it's not like there is a huge supply of them anyway. I stole this from some old lady's garden for you. She isn't going to be happy when she finds out "someone" (she isn't going to find out) tore up her roses.

There were tears going down Michonne's face as she read this. How could he think he was a monster? If Rick thought he was one, Michonne had to be one too. She done just as much as he had. She killed people too. That's just the way the world was. Michonne always told herself to never think of herself as as monster because, to live in this world, everyone had to do things they're not proud of.

She reread the letter again. Michonne knew that Rick was sorry, and he really did love her. She didn't know how much more she could ignore him.

Michonne put the letter in her back pocket. Then, she headed downstairs to start fixing breakfast. She opened her door and saw a pillow on the ground. Had Rick been there all night?

When Michonne was at the top of the steps, she smelled something burning. She rushed to Rick's room to find that he wasn't there. She ran to the kitchen and Michonne soon realized where the burning smell was coming from: Rick trying to cook breakfast.

Rick turned around to face her. "I was just trying to make breakfast", he muttered nervously. The one thing he tried to do, he screwed up.

Michonne walked over and saw a burnt pancake that was as black as coal.

"Sorry", Rick muttered.

Michonne really wanted to laugh, but she thought Rick would be hurt even more. At least he was trying.

Michonne just simply said "I got it."

Rick started to walk away, but he almost fell down. He gripped the counter for support. By instinct, Michonne quickly went to Rick and grabbed his arm. They were only inches apart. Rick made eye contact with her.

"Sorry. My back isn't doing too well today", he told her. He really had slept on the floor. Michonne knew because that's the only time his back hurt him. They had slept on the floor a lot in the past, and both of them hated it. Michonne was surprised that Rick actually slept in the floor.. for her.

He started to walk away, but he went back. "Since I obviously can't cook, I can help you gather what you need."

Michonne nodded, and that's exactly what he did. Rick helped her gather the plates and the silverware, and he set the table.

Before Michonne could call up to Carl that breakfast was ready, Rick beat her to it.

Carl appeared with Judith. "Dad, why did you call us for breakfast? Michonne always does that. Did you cook? What is that burning smell? It never smells like this when Michonne cooks."

"No", Rick said. "Well, I tried, but I burnt the pancake."

Carl started laughing. Who doesn't know how to fix pancakes? Even I can fix them. You probably can't fix them because you haven't even cooked before."

Rick had never tried to cook? Michonne made it to the kitchen just in time. He could have burned the whole house down.

Carl continued laughing, and it made Michonne smile, but she stopped herself. At least he tried.

Everyone sat down to eat. Just like the previous day, Rick pulled out her chair for her. Michonne still couldn't decide if she was going to talk to him or not. She thought the best thing to do was start out with small talk. Michonne was going to start talking to Carl. Somehow, she would add Rick to the conversation.

Michonne glanced at Rick, and he was already staring at her.

"I haven't made dessert in awhile. I think I'm going to fix something later. What would you like me to fix, Carl?", Michonne asked him.

"Cookies or brownies", he said. "They're both the best."

"Well, which one do you want?"

Carl shrugged. "I don't care. They're both awesome."

This was her chance to add Rick into the conversation.

"Which one would you like, Rick?", she asked him.

He jumped a little, obviously surprised that she spoke to him.

Rick cleared his throat. "Brownies. I like those."

"Okay. I will fix brownies." After that, she didn't speak to him.

After everyone was finished eating, Michonne began the process of cleaning the kitchen.

Michonne was surprised when Rick said, "I can do that."

Carl was standing next to Michonne. "Can you, dad? You might break something. You could have burned the whole house down earlier. Are you sure you can do it?"

Michonne couldn't help it, and she started laughing.

Rick sighed. He was trying to do something important, and Carl wasn't making it any easier for him. "Yes, Carl. I know how to clean up a kitchen."

Carl started laughing. "Since when?"

Rick sighed again and rolled his eyes. "Don't you have something to do?"

Carl shook his head. "No."

"Then, go to your room", Rick told him.

Carl let out a big huff. "Fine." He walked away and went upstairs.

Michonne continued to gather the plates.

"Seriously, Michonne, I got it", Rick told her. "You go do whatever you like to do."

Michonne walked away and started smiling. What did she like to do? She realized she had two favorite things that she liked to do. One of them wasn't the best idea right now; that one was staring at Rick. She really liked to look at him. The other was a better idea. She liked to aggravate and tease Carl.

She stood in Carl's doorway laughing.

"What?", Carl asked her.

"You were joking, right?"

"About what?"

"When you said that you have never seen him cook. You were just kidding, right?"

Carl shook his head. "No, I was completely serious. I have never seen him cook, ever. I've never seen him clean up the kitchen either."

"Oh", was all Michonne said. The only reason he had even tried was for her.

"Yeah. He really must feel bad. Are you still going to ignore him?"

"I don't know. Should I?"

"He is trying. You shouldn't just completely ignore him, but I wouldn't go kiss him or anything if that's what you want to do. Well, I mean, if you want to, you can. I.. Yeah. I'm just going to shut up now."

"Good", Michonne said, clearly embarrassed, but she was still smiling.

"Anyway", Carl started to say. "Don't ignore him, but don't fully accept his apology, at least not yet. Just remember that he is trying."

"Carl?"

"Yeah?"

"When did you get so damn smart about everything?"

Carl laughed. "I've always been smart. It's just that no one has listened to me until now, except you."

Michonne started laughing and left.

She took the letter out of her back pocket and read it again. If she kept reading it, she was going to have it memorized.