"Speak to me: I will spend my lifetime trying to understand you."
― Kamand Kojouri
"So, you are in Miami?"
"Yeah. Last minute, change of plans." Rick informed. He sat up in bed. He allowed the blanket to fall away from his body.
"Where's Michonne?"
"Sleeping." Rick glanced over at Michonne who had morphed into the sexiest woman alive to him, who's naked back was uncovered by the white sheet that moved based on his movement.. Michonne was asleep on her stomach her face was buried in her pillow. It was New Year's Day. Mid-day.
"Your kids want to FaceTime you this morning. It's evening for us in Australia."
"Are they disappointed?"
"That you aren't here? Just a tad bit, Rick. You on FaceTime will make up for it I am sure."
"My laptop needs charging."
"Can you ask Michonne to use hers. I have her on FaceTime. Can just connect under hers or..."
"I hate the small screen of the phone. One second and let me get Michonne's laptop that happens to be on my side. Michonne, can I use your laptop to FaceTime, my kids?"
"Yes." Michonne answered falling right back to sleep.
"What is your password?" Rick whispered.
"I love Grimes."
"Michonne?" Rick questioned the accuracy and the sleepy mind of Michonne.
"I'm so tired." Michonne whined.
"What is your password?" Rick insisted.
"I love Grimes."
"With spaces?"
"Yes. We weren't Blurring until recently. Now let me sleep." She grabbed an extra pillow and placed it over her head.
...
"Are we going to watch the Walking Dead or are we going to talk? Make up your mind, Grimes."
"I don't understand the character that you said represents me. Why in the hell does he go into Alexandria and falls for the blonde who is married with children and not make a life with the woman who had been by his side since the prison?"
"I recall your blonde haze. I think if you actually pondered a little bit longer you would have the answers. Can I press play now?"
"Wait, Michonne, hear me out...why do you insist that I fit that characterization?"
"If there was a Zombie Apocalypse and you were into being Character A and I -I'm taken liberty here Grimes, I was thrown into as Character B to your Character A-are you following me?" Michonne asked before she continued.
"Of course I am."
"We have gone through shit together. Blood, fighting, sweat, hunger, survival, no bathing or brushing our teeth for an extended period. Imagine that. Your marinated funk. My marinated funk. The groups commingled funkiness, just fricking Grimy because hygiene takes a back seat. Things that make another person pleasant to be around is no more for awhile until they finally get to Alexandria. You and I and your children. This blonde never been outside the gates. She is clean. She smells good. She has had hot running water, deodorant and toothpaste. You would probably leave the dirty fighter because your mind snaps to a time where cleanliness represents home, the past when things were safe. She's blonde; you want her at any cost even though she is fucking worthless."
"I have the distinct feeling we are talking about real life Jessie which was almost two years ago, Michonne. You have a thing against blondes?"
"Just the worthless ones. No value. None." Michonne did not hide her displeasure.
"You are trying to re-live a moment that isn't a good moment for neither of us. Let's get back to the topic of the Walking Dead, please. Do you think they smell bad?"
"Every single one of them and anyone that finds them attractive I am judging every single person. Maggie and Glen. Ughh. What does that smell like? Not enough baby wipes."
"I can't imagine you smelling bad, Michonne."
"I have no words for you, Mr. Grimes."
"I bet you are very resourceful. If I were stranded on a deserted Island and I had a choice of one person, it would be you, Michonne."
"Yeah?"
"Yep."
"Not even your current fling?"
"About that-"
"Please spare me the details. I can't handle details and I don't want to know who it is. I don't want to meet her. I don't want to know."
"I spend a lot of time with you, Michonne. That should be a clue for you of what is happening to that relationship."
"I'm sorry, my mind went blank. I blacked out for a moment. Were you talking about something?"
"Yes. The Walking Dead and if they smell bad." Grimes gave Michonne a curious look before smiling.
"I give you permission to take me down. Shoot me right here if there was a Zombie Apocalypse and you came back with no toothpaste."
"We would be together?" Grimes asked.
"Kind of weird that we sit on the couch like them sometimes." Michonne smiled.
"The one with the Katana just doesn't seem like the type to just stay quiet and not tell him straight up; you are fucking up."
"Hell, yeah. When she hit him in the head with the brick that would have been your wake up call that I had enough of your shit, Grimes." Michonne agreed.
"Would that be the Blurring event?"
"You keep asking me about blurring. Do you want to blur or not?"
"I don't keep asking." Mr. Grimes denied.
"You are always looking for a lead in."
"Curious."
"It is a strange phenomenon because when we blur, there is no un-blurring."
"Why not?"
"That's how I know you aren't for sure."
"What if I don't like my vision being altered and want to step back from this phenomenon you speak of?"
"There's no stepping back. Your view will be okay when we are officially blurring. In fact, it is only then you will see everything crystal clear."
"Are we permitted to Blur with other people when we want?"
Michonne presses play to the Walking Dead where the female character with the Katana speaks in the scene that they randomly started because they couldn't remember where they had left off .
Michonne: Deanna hasn't given me a job yet.
Rick Grimes: You want one?
Mr. Grimes stands up grabbing the remote from Michonne and turns his television off.
"What?" Michonne was surprised by the act.
"I don't want to watch this if you aren't."
"I am."
"No you aren't."
"How do you know?"
"Because we are way past this and until we can get the air right between us, No more Walking Dead. It's made you weird."
"Weird?"
"Weirder. Better?"
"You think I am pissed. I am not." Michonne countered the un-hurled accusation.
"You have no reason to be Michonne."
"You want me to leave?"
"I would have said that. You know I would have. I haven't. What is going on in your mind?"
"I would never blur with you knowing you would even consider blurring with anyone else, after we have blurred. I am putting it out there. That was right there on my brain."
"You and I have a good thing going and I have no idea why I would blur. It sounds oddly scary, all consuming and don't forget career suicide thing to do with you."
"Why are you looking at my lips?" Michonne became self conscience.
"I'm looking at your face in general, Michonne."
"Are you going to sit down or what?"
"I was thinking we go for a walk."
"A walk?"
"Get a pizza at that fancy shop and sit out back by the pool tonight. You can tell me all about your dress that you chose for the Office Christmas Party this year."
"It's in three weeks and I would love to go for a walk with you, Mr. Grimes. Pizza sounds fantastic if you are going to try the alfredo sauce."
"I will try the Alfredo Sauce since it is coming highly recommended by you for the 100th time, Michonne."
...
"I know I have never missed New Year's Eve with you guys before, but I'd promised Ms. Michonne that I would come to Miami and meet her family."
"Grandpa thinks you like, Ms. Michonne, like as in a girlfriend. Mom does too. They don't seem to understand how much trouble you could get into if you did."
"Well, that's where the navigating comes into play. What are your thoughts, Judith?"
"You are a good dancer, Daddy."
"What?"
"Oh, yeah. We watched a video of you dancing. Mom says you never dance." Carl informed.
"Dancing?"
"Mom." Carl was partly visible on the screen as he yelled for Lori.
"Yeah." Judith answered.
"Hi. What's up?" Lori appeared with the kids on the screen.
"Where's the video of Dad dancing?" Carl asked. He was prepared to reveal it in the background.
"Oh. That. Rick. I should have led in with that huh?" Lori looked at the confused face that belong to her ex-husband.
"What video?" Rick asked Lori.
"Whatever you are doing in Miami and at the Christmas Party has merged into a growing sensation on the internet. CEO gets Jiggy with it."
"What the hell is Jiggy?"
"I think, Michonne was getting Jiggy and you were certainly with it?" Lori was trying to reason with the terminology.
"I wasn't drunk. I didn't do anything obscene. I was drunk at the Christmas Party, but I wasn't at the New Year's Eve. I had a glass of Champagne with Michonne, and that was it."
"No one said you did, Rick. You danced. It will go down as the year you danced."
"What level is this Lori?"
"Highly Inappropriate."