hello! i'm back sooner than usually! We're nearly at 100 reviews, WOW. I thank you all for supporting this fanfic! The times that I was too lazy to write a chapter makes me hate myself lol. I didn't appreciate you guys as much as I should have. TYSM :)
After two days of thinking, debating and torturing herself with everything that was going on, Michonne was now standing outside of Rick's apartment door, which was on the third floor. His room door number was Apt. 183.
She'd gotten the address from the station since she had no other way of contacting him.
She was finally going to tell him—and probably break his heart in the process—everything. From the abuse, to the Walsh's pedophilic family member and lastly, the recovered memories of the events of that night and that his partner had actually been the one to murder Mike and has been lying to him the entire time.
She wore a black frilly blouse and a black skirt, with a blue furry overcoat, she wasn't going to risk turning into an ice sculpture. Michonne clutched a blue-lidded Tupperware container, inside was chocolate chip cookies she had made a few hours ago for dessert. She didn't know why she brought it while knowing he probably wouldn't eat it after learning all of the information.
She breathed deeply before raising her fist and knocking four times.
Suddenly, her stomach fluttered heatedly and she was attacked with nervousness. Michonne quickly pulled the hairclip from her dreads and stuffed it into her pocket, she let the cords stream wealthily down her back. All while the door was swinging open.
She was welcomed to the appearance of Rick. He wore a white t-shirt and baggy blue pajama bottoms. His hair was a curly, fuzzy dark mess.
"Room service?"
Michonne rose her eyebrows.
"Just kidding."
She laughed weakly, as she stared at his genuine smile.
He's going to lose that smile…she thought. Because of me.
But…
Do I really have to tell him?
"How did you know where I lived?"
"Got it from at the station, they gave it out to me so easily. You should probably tell them not to. Wouldn't want any previously prosecuted criminals to come after you." She said.
"Yeah…you're right." Rick slipped one of his hands around her waist and leaned in, pressing his lips against hers.
She chuckled through the kiss. "We…mmm…haven't even gotten into the room yet."
With the satisfying smack of their lips parting, Rick pulled her inside the room by her unoccupied hand.
"I don't care." He kicked the door shut with his feet, which he wore black and blue flip flops on.
The carpet beneath her was an ugly orange and green stripe one, but it certainly set the warm, home-like mood. She loved it.
"Look, Rick, there's something I have to tell you." She blurted.
"Me too." He helped her by taking the Tupperware out of her hand and setting it on the counter.
"Really?" She raised her chin curiously. "What is it?"
He grabbed each of her hands in his. "No, you first."
"Mmm mmm." She shook her head reluctantly. "You. First."
Rick shrugged. "Okay. Fine."
"Well…?" She curiously widened her eyes up at him.
"I'm not drunk." He said, while interlacing their fingers.
She raised one of her eyebrows. "Okay…?"
"I'm not suffering from lack of sleep, and I'm not torturing myself with the fact that maybe you killed Mike—because now I know you didn't. I'm myself right now."
"Are those accomplishments?" She asked with a grin as she bit onto her bottom lip, leaning into his chest.
"No…" His voice was smooth and calm. He fit his chin on top of her head as she pressed her face against his chest, their hands still connected. "I'm just saying…I'm myself, and I still want to be with you, Michonne."
She opened her eyes against him, her eyelashes brushing his shirt. "I feel the same way."
"So, you're not having any second thoughts?" He moved his head back to look at her face.
She lifted her hand to rest on his shoulder. "Would I be waiting for you to kiss me again if I were?"
He smirked, lowering himself to her lips. Her chest began heating up, and her stomach was still fluttering. Michonne tightened her grip on his shoulder to deepen the kiss. They were moving as they made out, until the back of Rick's leg found the arm of the couch and he fell onto it, Michonne on top of him.
She pulled her coat off her arms, fixed her straddling pose and quickened to lock their lips again. Her entire body felt like her heartbeat, she was just thumping.
She let her fingers explore his hair, while pushing him toward her.
*PING*
Michonne jumped, parting their lips and looking around.
"What was that?"
Rick, rosy-lipped, sat up in question. "Oh, that's my phone. I lost it a few days ago. Someone's texting me. Can you help me look for it?"
Michonne let herself cool down, she had been getting a bit too into the kiss.
She nodded. "It sounded like it was on you, though."
"Really?" Rick stepped off the couch and got on his knees, where he scanned under the couch.
"There we go!" He came away with his phone. "I swear,—" Rick chuckled happily while holding the device— "I really love you."
Michonne froze.
Rick's eyes slightly widened when he realized what he'd just said to her.
"In like a completely platonic way," he continued with an awkward grin. "N-not that we're friends or anything, I just mean—"
"It—it's okay." She blinked. "It was just a slip of the word, I understand." Her heartbeat was pounding roughly in her body.
Rick nodded slowly, looking a bit relieved as he pressed the power button of his phone. As soon as he tapped a few buttons, he seemed to be reading something on his screen, and every second that he read it he seemed to get a bit paler.
"Rick, are you okay?" She asked, crawling off the couch and onto the floor beside him.
She squinted at his screen, holding the side of the phone to get a better look at the paragraphed text, he didn't seem to mind that she was reading it.
"[3 DAYS AGO] from Alannah: Over the years that we've known each other, Rick, I found this warm comfort in being around you. Especially with all of the help you put in. Practically raising Jesse, and helping me get through the divorce. It was so hard to avoid, so Rick, I just feel like it's time to tell you that I have been crazy in love with you the entire time. I love you, Rick."
"She confessed." Michonne said out loud, biting her lip and looking over to him. "Finally."
He looked to her. "'Finally'?"
Michonne shrugged, unbothered. "Well, I mean, I'm sure it was obvious to pretty much everyone. Alannah likes to stare."
Rick shook his head at the text. "So random…"
She raised her brows at the man she was sitting beside. "Wow."
"What?"
"Rick Grimes…have you honestly known your partner has been in love with you this entire time?!" She was smiling in surprise.
He turned to look at her hesitantly. "…is that wrong?"
"Oh my god!" She shoved his shoulder playfully. "You poker-faced faker! You knew!"
He raised his shoulders, holding his hands out in defense. "I-I wasn't even sure! And wouldn't that be a bit narcissistically vain? To guess that someone was in love with you? It was just a…a—"
"A spot on observance, officer." She shook her head at him. "You have successfully skipped past the clueless crush cliché." She brushed off his shoulder, inwardly appreciating him further. For some odd reason this made her like him a lot more if it was possible.
Rick's eyes glinted as he put his phone down. "Call me that again."
Michonne stopped dusting his shoulder to meet his eyes. "…officer?"
Rick sat there a moment, they were both in silence, staring into each other's eyes.
Michonne squealed out loud as he caught her around the waist and knocked her gently to the ground on her back. Rick thumbed her jaw as he gazed at her face, it was almost like he was admiring her. Their lips eventually met, her arms circling around his head, and their bodies tightened against each other's.
Maybe it isn't so bad—she thought with her eyes shut as his tongue disappeared into her mouth and her lips puckered up against his—that he doesn't know the truth for now…
I apologize for the short chapter, but I'm happy that I was able to fit everything I wanted into it. Still sorry for it being small. Q&A: What was your favorite line? Did you know that Rick partially knew about Alannah's feelings? What do you think of the new cover? I made it myself! Tee hee!
