- This is the result of a prompt I received from someone asking for a fic featuring a threesome between Rick, Michonne, and Sasha. A Rashonne fic, if you will.
Tenth Tale:
Abe's Perversion: Dream or Reality
Synopsis: Abe thinks nothing would be hotter than to have the knowledge that Michonne, Sasha, and Rick went at it. The only thing he's gotta do is convince Michonne to make it happen. Is it at all possible?
Abe's Perversion: Dream or Reality
"I bet he wouldn't."
"I bet he would."
Daryl shook his head. He was currently in the living room of Rick's house along with some of the other members of the team. He and Abe were over in the corner discussing nothing that was quickly becoming something. Rick was pacing the room, probably still thinking about the news that he and Morgan had brought him about the threat of a group of people who called themselves the Wolves.
It was the day after Rick had received the news and put a bullet in the town doctor's head. Now that it was evening and Deanna still hadn't emerged from her house to lead her people in the face of the coming threat, Rick was probably feeling more tense than ever.
Sasha lounged over in another corner of the room with a scowl on her face. Daryl was sure that she was just as ready as Rick to start making moves against the threat, but due to her current state, Daryl knew she would be reckless where Rick would be careful.
As if she was having the same thoughts, Daryl glanced over to see Michonne leaning against the wall on the other side of the room by the window. She was watching Sasha like a hawk.
Sasha felt her stare and glared back at her. Their eyes stayed locked for a full minute before Sasha turned away with a scoff and a roll of her eyes.
"There ain't no way," Daryl said.
Abe folded his arms across his chest. "You sayin' you don't think Rick would get in on the action if Michonne and Sasha just started going at it," Abe said, disbelief tingeing his voice. "The man may be a little uptight but he's still a man."
Daryl shook his head again, wondering why he even allowed himself to get into this conversation with Abe. Things had just been so tense in the room that he found the meaningless chatter with the redhead to be a welcome distraction, but now he had to question his choices of talking companion. 'I should have gone over to talk to Michonne,' he thought.
Daryl shrugged his shoulders, trying to dismiss the conversation. "It don't matter what he would or wouldn't do," Daryl said. "'Cause it ain't never gonna happen." He pointed his chin at the two women. "Those two wouldn't start "going at it" unless "it" was each other's throats."
"That would be hot," Abe said. "But you wanna bet?"
Daryl sighed, realizing just how much of a one-track mind Abraham had. "No," he said. "I don't."
"That's 'cause you know you would lose. Watch this."
Daryl watched in slight disbelief as Abe went over to talk to Michonne. 'He wanna get his nut sack cut off?' Daryl wondered, hoping to God that the lumbering redhead wasn't idiotic enough to bring up their discussion to the pensive Michonne.
Like watching a train wreck, he wanted to look away but he couldn't.
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"Hey, Michonne."
Michonne took her eyes off of Sasha to look over at Abraham. He came to stand beside her, propping himself against the wall casually.
"Yeah, Abe?" Michonne asked, giving him a curious once-over.
"Things seem to be pretty heavy around here."
Michonne nodded her agreement. "I figure we should get Maggie to try to talk Deanna into getting some defense on those walls. If she doesn't make a decision about it soon, we'll just have to act on our own."
"Yeah," Abe said. "Sounds like a good plan. But some folks around here could really use some loosenin' up tonight. Especially those two." He pointed at Sasha and Rick.
Michonne looked at the two of them. The still-grieving Sasha and the burdened Rick. She couldn't say Abraham was wrong. "What are you suggesting?" she asked Abe. "We break into the pantry and go into the liquor cabinet while Olivia's not around?" Her voice held a slight teasing lilt.
"While that sounds all fine and dandy, it don't sound as good as somethin' else. The ultimate stress-reliever."
Michonne stared at Abe questioningly. She felt like she knew where this was going...
"Sex!" Abe declared quietly.
Michonne rolled her eyes. She couldn't believe he actually went there. No, wait. It was Abe. She could believe it. "Why are you talking to me, Abe?" Michonne asked.
"No, listen! Hear me out! I know for a fact neither of those two have got it in for a while-"
"I'm leaving."
"No!" Abe caught her arm before she could walk away. He felt her bicep tense beneath his grip but he didn't pull away. If he could convince her into a threesome with Sasha and Rick, a black eye and whatever else she might deal him would be well worth it. "Okay," he said under her stare. "Maybe I started off wrong. Just think-"
"What are you suggesting, Abe?" Michonne asked shortly. "Are you suggesting that we hook them up?"
Abe lifted his eyebrows and shrugged. "Anything for the team."
Michonne scoffed in disgust. "I'm not going to be a part of this," she said. "You can go talk to Sasha. Maybe she'll be merciful and go with a clean headshot, but I think she'll go for your kneecaps first."
"What?!" Abe asked, stopping her from walking away again. "What's wrong with trying to get two friends together? Two friends who desperately need courtship. Companionship."
"Right. Like that's what this is about..." Michonne mumbled.
"It is!"
Michonne only responded with a disbelieving stare.
"Fine," Abe said. "Even if what I'm suggesting is for my own reasons-"
"What, are you gonna watch them?"
"No, that's more Eugene's deal. Abe ain't gotta watch anything; standing on the sidelines isn't Abe's deal. He gets right up in there-"
"Why are you referring to yourself in the third person?"
"Because you're makin' me nervous girl! This isn't at all going like I planned."
"Don't call me 'girl'. And exactly how did you think this would go?" Michonne asked. Her arms were now crossed over her chest. She couldn't believe that Abe was coming to her with something as inappropriate as this.
Abe sighed. "Okay," he said, realizing that he was losing her. Heck, he had never hooked her. "First, tell me why it's so wrong to want Rick and Sasha to get together."
Michonne rolled her eyes. All she wanted was to get away from this conversation, but she decided to let Abe try to redeem himself. She shrugged a shoulder. "Sasha's still grieving Bob, and Rick just wouldn't carelessly sleep with Sasha."
"Why not? He seemed pretty horny hoppin' after that blondie before you knocked him out."
Michonne gave Abe a glacial stare. He rose his hands in defense, her stare making his blood run cold. "Okay. Okay," he said. "Abe gets the point. Sore subject. I'll drop it." He appraised her, wondering how he could voice the proposition in a way that appealed to her. "I just think..." he said. "As a man...that Rick needs to get his rocks off." He shrugged, not knowing a more delicate way to say it. "The man's under all kinds of pressure. A little stress relief will help him...clear his head. And if this happens, I guarantee...he'll have a solution to this whole mess come morning time."
Michonne was still scowling but she was still also standing there listening to the words that were coming out of his mouth, so Abe figured that must mean something.
"...Why Sasha?" Michonne finally asked.
'Here it is...' Abe thought. He shrugged. "Well...not just Sasha."
When Michonne's brows furrowed in confusion, Abe decided to plow ahead. Before speaking his next words, he made peace with himself and came to terms with the fact that this might be the day that he died.
"Like you said," Abe continued. "I don't think Rick would just carelessly jump into bed with Sasha. And with her state of mind, she's not likely to even let him get close. But...if there was a third party...you know...someone that they both trusted...and listened to...whocoaxed them into letting go a little by being there with them..."
The crease between Michonne's brows deepened. "You want to have a threesome with Rick and Sasha?" Michonne asked, hard disbelief edging her voice.
Abe's mouth dropped open in slight shock. "No! No," he said. He looked around to make sure no one had heard Michonne's slightly raised voice. They hadn't. "Though that would be...interesting," he said. "But no." He met Michonne's eyes. "I want you to have a threesome with them."
A dry, short, shocked disbelieving laugh left Michonne's throat.
When Abe just stared at her, she knew that he was serious. She stared back at him. A couple moments must have passed.
"What?!" she finally asked. "Why would I do that?"
She was looking at him like he was a mutated walker with two heads.
"Because you care about them!" he conceded. "They need this! I mean...look at them!" Sasha was huddled in a corner with her head against the wall and Rick had stopped pacing only to sit on the couch and cradle his troubled head in his hands.
Michonne looked at them and then looked back to Abe. He thought maybe she was going to give him a miracle, but the words he wanted to hear didn't come out of her mouth. She dismissed him with a "Get the hell away from me, Abe," and walked away.
A dejected Abraham walked back over to the corner with Daryl who didn't hesitate to comment.
"Dumbass..." Daryl muttered, wiping down his crossbow and shaking his head.
Abe shrugged again. "I tried..." he said.
That night he went to sleep and had an odd dream.
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"Hey, Sasha...You okay?"
Sasha raised her head from against the wall and looked around the empty room. The only person still there was a haggard Rick who was staring vacantly into space. "Where did everyone go?" she asked Michonne, who had gently shaken her awake.
"Carol and Daryl have gone on a hunt," Michonne said. "Carl and Judith are over at Maggie and Glenn's. And everyone else has gone to their own home."
"Oh," Sasha said. "Well, I should probably get going too then."
Michonne put a firm hand on her shoulder and kept her seated and received an irritated look that she had now grown accustomed to from Sasha. "You're not going to sleep in the tower," Michonne said. "I know that's where you go instead of sleeping at home."
"That's not my home," Sasha bit out. She glared at Michonne, ready to pick a fight. "And what? You keep tabs on me now?"
"I keep tabs on everyone I care about," Michonne said. "It's kind of a must in this world."
Sasha brushed Michonne's hand away and stood up. She reached for her rifle in the corner but Michonne stood in front of her, blocking her way to it. When Sasha leveled another glare at her, Michonne stared her down.
"Go to my room," Michonne ordered. Sasha balled her fists but Michonne didn't blink. "Now."
Sasha scoffed and shot Rick a disbelieving look. Wanting him to tell Michonne that it wasn't her place to order anybody around. Wanting him to tell Michonne to stay out of her damn business and let her handle her grief her own way. But Rick only stared back at her and gave a nod, as if to say 'Listen to Michonne.' Sasha scoffed again, wanting to rebel but knowing it wasn't worth it. "She acts like she's the damn Buddha," she grumbled as she made her way upstairs.
Once she was gone, Michonne turned her focus to Rick.
"You need to rest as well," she said.
"I know I should," Rick said gruffly. This was the first time he had spoken in hours. "But for some reason I'm just not tired. We need to fortify this place. But these people...Deanna...will they even listen to me?"
"We can think about that in the morning," Michonne said.
"I don't think I can stop thinking about it," Rick said.
Michonne sympathized with him. Her eyes ran over his weary form. "Go wash up," she said, coming to a decision. "And meet me in my room afterwards."
He sighed and vacated the couch, obeying her words just for the sake of something to do. Michonne touched his shoulder reassuringly as he began to make his way upstairs. "We'll get through this, Rick," she said after him. "We will."
Rick gave her a halfhearted but grateful smile over his shoulder and continued his tired trek.
When he was gone from her sight and she heard the bathroom door close, Michonne made her way upstairs as well and went into her bedroom. Sasha was lying on the bed and staring at the ceiling. She had laid Bob's jacket on the dresser to the side of the bed. She wore a black, form-fitting shirt with half sleeves that fell to the elbows and jeans. Her feet were bare.
Michonne released a breath and took her own extra layers off until she was only in a tank and a pair of pants.
"Sasha..." Michonne called the other woman's attention to her. Sasha turned to her with an irritated look on her face. But Michonne knew that the irritation only masked the pain the other woman felt inside. She sighed and shook her head, walking towards the bed. 'I can't believe I'm going to do this...'
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Still feeling heavy from the day he had, Rick trudged toward Michonne's room rubbing the exhaustion from his eyes. As always, Michonne had given him helpful advice. A short stint in the shower with warm water sliding against his skin had put him into a state of comfort longing for sleep. He figured he would just stop in, say goodnight, and make his way to his own room.
Rick paused in front of Michonne's door, which was slightly ajar, and tapped his knuckles against it carefully.
"Come in."
Rick stepped into the doorway and glanced around. "Where's Sasha?" he asked. He only saw Michonne sitting on the edge of her bed.
"In the bathroom," Michonne responded. It was one thing Michonne loved about this room...her own personal bathroom...
"Oh..." Rick said.
"Come in," Michonne declared, noticing the way Rick hovered in the doorway.
"No," Rick said. "That shower did me good...I'm ready to hit the sheets."
Michonne looked Rick up and down. The shower had done him good in more ways than one. The plain, white t-shirt he wore stuck to him in places that were still wet and his jeans hung low on his hips while his hair was still slightly wet and messy. Michonne smiled. She suddenly felt nervous. "I have to talk to you about something," Michonne said, not allowing Rick to leave the room.
It worked. Rick gave her a concerned look and stepped forward into the room, closing the door behind him. "What is it?" he asked, walking towards her.
"I notice how you've been feeling a little stressed lately..." Rick tilted his head, wondering where she was going with this. "You know...the meltdown in the street...Morgan coming back...killing Pete...it's weighing on you."
Rick shook his head, feeling like he was about to get a well-deserved reprimand. He knew that Michonne had taken things far too well when he had confessed the gun plot. She probably just needed time for it to sink in; now she was angry. And rightfully so. "Michonne..." he shifted on his feet. "I told you...I'm sorry about what happened. I-I didn't want you to have to deal with it. You were going through your own stuff-"
Michonne stood up and placed her hands on Rick's own to stop him from coming down on himself harder than he already was. "No," she said quickly. "Rick, no. I told you I was with you and I stand by that. I know why you did what you did." A grateful and relieved expression washed over Rick's face and it broke Michonne's heart. He was always waiting for the other shoe to drop. When would he be able to just be fully happy?
She stepped closer to him and surprise flickered in Rick's eyes. They were so close. Chest to chest.
Michonne looked up at him, her face inches from his. "I just...I wanted to help you feel better tonight...if you let me..."
Rick's chest heaved as his breaths deepened. Was Michonne saying what he thought she was? All exhaustion from a moment before was wiped away. He watched as Michonne's face drew closer to his, as her breath hit his lips...her eyes on him all the while asking if it was okay. When he felt the first brush of contact, he closed his eyes. Michonne took that as the green light and pressed her lips firmly against his.
Rick reacted automatically. His arms encircled her waist and he tasted of her lips as if he was a man dying of thirst and she was his oasis.
Rick's tongue snaked into Michonne's mouth and she welcomed it wholeheartedly. Her body was pressed flush against his and she gasped when she felt Rick's proof of passion pressing against her. Her body ignited. What was once simply passionate became frantic. Michonne pulled Rick's t-shirt off with his help and they got her tank top off the same way.
Rick caressed her shoulders. Trying to experience everything – the feel of her, the sight of her bare torso, her kisses – all at the same time. He slid the straps of her bra down and Michonne unhooked it while their lips remained in contact. They finally broke apart when the bra was flung to the side. Breathing heavily, Rick rested his forehead against Michonne's as he took in the sight of her perky breasts. He ran his hands up her waist to cup them.
Michonne closed her eyes and moaned. "I've wanted this for so long, Rick," she whispered, the unacknowledged desire coming to her lips in the heat of the moment.
"I have too," Rick whispered. They chuckled, their foreheads touching, happy to be of the same mind.
Michonne was so caught up in the moment that she was startled when Rick pulled away from her. Her eyes opened to see what had happened. She knew when she saw a slightly uncomfortable looking Sasha standing near them. She had on a see-through, black nightgown that fell down to her mid-thigh and fully displayed her black bra and panties underneath.
"Sasha!" a startled and embarrassed Rick said. He had completely forgotten that she was in the near proximity. "I'm- I'm sorry. I was just-" He began to bend down to pick his shirt up off of the floor, but Michonne stopped him by taking his hand.
"Rick..." She looked into his eyes, conveying to him that he should follow her lead.
Still holding his hand, she turned to look at Sasha – who still looked as uncomfortable as she had upon first walking out of the bathroom and seeing them in such an intimate embrace. Sasha felt like she shouldn't be there.
It was a feeling the other woman had become all too familiar with after the loss of her brother and her boyfriend. Where did she fit into the group now?
Picking up on her feelings, Michonne reached out, putting her arm around Sasha's waist and drew the other woman towards her. She had no idea what she was doing; this was her first attempt at something like this...but she decided to dive in headfirst. She placed a tentative kiss on Sasha's lips and Sasha responded weakly.
It was awkward at first, but the two women grew bolder after their lips' first touch and began to give into the softness of each other's lips. Michonne marveled at how soft Sasha's lips were in comparison to Rick's.
"M-Michonne..." Rick stammered, unsure about what was happening in front of him. He wasn't sure how to feel. His body was aroused but his mind was resisting. He was a traditional man. He devoted himself to one woman and one woman alone. Not to mention...he was slightly territorial... "Michonne!"
He yanked her away from Sasha.
Michonne was faced with a hard stare when she faced Rick again. She didn't waste a second in snuggling against his body once more. She attempted to turn his face to her lips again so that she could kiss away his doubts but he resisted.
He wasn't able to escape though. Sasha, who had been given a reprieve from the ghost of Bob's memory for the first time since he died, aggressively pressed herself to Rick's body and grasped his crotch through his jeans. She kissed and sucked at his neck.
Rick tried to pull away, but he was pushed between the crook of a bookshelf and the wall behind them. Michonne followed Sasha's lead and kissed at Rick's shoulder and his neck. Feeling his tension she moved her lips to his ear. She nipped his lobe and whispered. "Rick please...we need this..."
Rick's eyes fell closed. He tried to will away the pleasure that was bombarding his system. Both women were rubbing at his hardness now. His breathing was fast and heavy. If he was going to get out of this, now would be the time. He opened his eyes to meet Michonne's, silently asking her what she wanted.
"We need this..." Michonne whispered again.
Sasha was still aggressively kissing at his neck.
Still still felt blind-sided and slightly confused, but Michonne only looked this serious when she really felt strongly about something. And Rick couldn't deny that all thoughts of the problems he had had before were gone from his head. He closed his eyes again...and submitted.
Michonne and Sasha knew the exact moment when he gave in. All of his muscles relaxed.
Relieved, Michonne placed a kiss on his lips. The whole pace of the three-person group slowed down. Michonne still rubbed at the front of Rick's jeans. At a few opportune moments, she grasped the shape of his hard member through the fabric.
Sasha languidly kissed at Rick's neck. Then his shoulder. Then his chin. She had to admit that she had wondered on a few different occasions what Rick's lips would taste like.
Michonne broke her kiss with Rick to give Sasha a chance. Rick gave sent Michonne another curious look as if asking for permission before turning to Sasha and giving her a deep kiss.
Michonne nipped Rick's shoulder with her teeth while his mouth was occupied and unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans with one hand. She slipped her hand into his clothes and gripped his hot length in her hand. Rick groaned and kissed Sasha harder. Michonne bit her lip, thoroughly aroused.
His heart pounding in his chest, Rick went from Sasha's lips to Michonne's once again. He grasped both women to his chest with each arm. The hand at Michonne's waist fell to her hips and gripped. Michonne removed her hand from inside Rick's pants to undo her own jeans.
Sasha took that moment to crouch down and pull Rick's manhood free. She engulfed him in the warmth of her mouth in record time. Rick pulled away from Michonne's kiss, to suck air between his teeth, feeling intense pleasure.
Michonne rid herself of her pants and underwear. She felt that it was slightly unfair that Sasha got the first taste of Rick Grimes, but she tamped the feeling down. She turned Rick to face her again and entered into another deep kiss with him – claiming him where she could.
Rick wasn't sure how threesomes normally went but as good as it felt, it also felt slightly overwhelming. It was hard enough having one woman to please...now he had to please two.
Rick moaned into Michonne's mouth as Sasha pleasured him with her tongue. He moved his hand around to Michonne's naked center and felt that she was hot and wet. What he thought impossible happened...he became more aroused. He began to pump gently into Sasha's mouth as he gently palmed Michonne's womanhood. He soon slipped a finger...and then two...between Michonne's second pair of lips. As her heat welcomed him, he could only wish it was his throbbing hardness that was exploring her instead of his fingers.
Michonne let her head fall into the crook of Rick's neck and began to move her hips, enjoying the feel of Rick's fingers against her and inside of her. She glanced down and saw Sasha's head still bobbing on Rick's member. His head was thrown back and his eyes were closed in ecstasy as Sasha suctioned at his hardness and swirled her tongue around him. Michonne knew when Sasha made him feel extremely good because his fingers would start to move inside of her at a quicker pace.
Wanting to taste him for herself, Michonne gently gripped Rick's wrist to pause his pleasuring of her. She crouched down beside Sasha and wrapped her hand around the base of Rick's penis. Not bothering to wait anymore. She was claiming it. Sasha pulled away from Rick and took that moment to unclothe herself.
While she disrobed, Michonne wasted no time in taking Rick all the way to the hilt. He groaned. He had thought Sasha had been the best he had received in this area but Michonne was starting out as if she had something to prove. He pushed his hands into her dreads and pulled them into a ponytail, out of the way as she pleasured him.
"Michonne..." he groaned.
Sasha finished undressing and Rick's eyes took her in. And he knew that he was the luckiest man in the world to be able to have this night with two of the most beautiful, capable women he ever knew.
Sasha's eyes stayed fixed on Michonne and Rick as she made her way to the bed. Watching them, she opened her legs and began to pleasure herself.
"Michonne..." Rick groaned again. His body being pleasured by Michonne, his eyes being stimulated by the way Sasha's body arched on the bed. "I won't be able to last much longer if you continue..." he rasped out.
Michonne slowly drew away from Rick's length. "We can't have that," she said teasingly.
"Rick," Sasha said from the bed, still writing. "Come over here."
"No," Michonne said, standing up. Sasha had already gotten to taste him first; she wanted him to be inside of her before the other woman. "Me first."
Rick smirked, glad to see he wasn't the only one who was territorial.
He allowed Michonne to lead him to the bed where he situated himself between her thighs. He entered her and he had never felt anything so good or right. As he pushed in and out of her, Michonne pleasured Sasha with her hand. Rick's thrusts grew fast, wild, and deep at the sight.
Michonne moaned. The sight of Rick looking so out of control above her drew her over the edge. She climaxed, her thighs clenching around his hips. Sasha rode out a climax as well as Michonne stimulated her clitoris aggressively due to her state of excitement.
Rick clenched his eyes shut tight and held on, trying to keep his own release at bay. Because he knew he wasn't done yet. And he was right.
Coming down from their first climax, the two women switched places.
Sasha pushed Rick onto his back and lowered herself onto his shaft, riding him slowly at first. Her body moving like fluid. Rick gripped her thighs and watched the passionate woman through hooded eyes. He felt as if he was holding on for dear life at the peak of a cliff. He didn't know how much longer he could hold himself together.
Michonne watched the pleasure playing on Rick's face and grew aroused again. She placed her hand between Rick's legs and ran the pads of her fingers up and down the underside of the base of Rick's manhood as Rick dipped in and out of the warm tightness that was Sasha.
Rick threw his head back into the pillow, assaulted with intense pleasure. He couldn't last much longer. "Oh God," he gasped. Sasha showed no signs of slowing down.
'Please,' he pleaded silently. 'Please finish. Please.'
Angels sang when Sasha finally released a loud scream and her walls came clamping down on his member.
"Don't come inside of her," Michonne said quickly.
Rick held on for a little while longer and Sasha quickly moved off of his body where she flung herself down and recovered from her second orgasm. Michonne grasped the base of Rick's manhood tightly and he let go with the most intense orgasm he had ever felt. His seed fell against his stomach and Michonne's hand as his hips jerked involuntarily until he had ridden out his climax entirely.
Michonne laid next to the heavily breathing Rick and nuzzled into his neck. "...How was it?" she asked softly.
Rick wrapped his arm around Michonne on one side and felt the warmth of Sasha's body on his other. "I...feel better than I have in days..." he answered.
A moment passed.
"...So do I..." Sasha said.
Another moment passed and then the three people broke into soft laughter.
"Maybe Abe's not completely full of bullshit..."
"...What?"
"Nothing."
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Abe awoke with a jerk to find himself perched in the armchair in Rick Grimes living room. "Well shit...did I just dream all that?" he wondered aloud.
He sighed, disappointed, and began to lift himself up out of the chair to leave and go find Rosita. He stopped in his tracks when he heard a door from inside the house open though. He stared as a disheveled and tired-looking Sasha made her way down the stairs. She paused when she saw him. "You're still here?" she asked.
"...I was gonna ask you the same thing..." Abe said.
"Yeah..." Sasha said. She hesitated then continued her way down the stairs and to the kitchen. "I felt too tired to go back to the tower last night."
Abe watched her enter the kitchen and turned just in time to see Michonne making her way downstairs as well. Looking just as tired as Sasha. Abe stared suspiciously.
"Didn't know you were still here, Abe," Michonne said, not pausing or even looking at him. "But now that I do...don't you think it's time you go home?" She only threw him a furtive glance over her shoulder before she made her way to the kitchen as well.
When the sound of more footsteps reached his ears, Abe turned to see a Rick he had never seen before. Definitely not the Rick he had seen hours before. This Rick looked light as a feather and his expression was bright. "Oh, Abe! You're still here!" he greeted. "Good. I know a way that we can fix this mess with Deanna; my mind is clearer than ever."
Seconds passed as Abe's brain worked in overdrive. "MOTHER DICK!" he finally exclaimed, his eyes wide.