Hey anyone that's still out there, I just want to apologize for the long time it took me to update. I really am very sorry, I've just had all kind of craziness going on. Anyway, thanks for the awesome reviews, favorites and for those who reached out to me. It is all greatly appreciated. I hope you enjoy these next chapters. Also, I want to warn everyone that some of the writing is very graphic, it's definitely rated M. I do not own TWD or any of its characters. Enjoy!

Chapter 11 – M for Michonne

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Michonne squeezed Rick's hand and noticed it was warm and sweaty. He slowly pulled his hand from hers and looked down at the floor. Michonne pressed her lips together as she felt Rick's hand slip away.

She sighed and moved to lean against the windowsill beside him. Michonne could feel a light cold breeze from a crack in the window. She smiled as the night's crisp air sent chills down her back. She never understood why she preferred the cold weather when things seemed to be going wrong, but somehow she felt more in control when it was cold.

"Rick?" Michonne asked finally breaking the silence. Rick took a deep breath. "We just keep running." He said shaking his head and looking over towards the door. "Every time…every single time I think we've found someplace safe we have to run."

Michonne turned to look at Rick hearing the frustration in his voice. Rick began to wrench his hands together. He waited for Michonne to say something but she was quiet. "I'm just so…" Rick grinded his teeth together and felt the heat from his chest permeate into his head. He wanted to yell… to hit something.

He moved off the windowsill and stared at the door. A few seconds passed while Michonne stared at Rick's back. He was breathing heavily and was completely tense.

"So…you're feeling sorry for yourself?" Rick saw a flash of bright colors as Michonne's question registered in his head. He turned to look at her in disbelief. "What?!" Rick asked tilting his head and glaring at her.

Michonne sighed and looked over at the candle still burning on the other side of the room. "I asked if you're feeling sorry for yourself." She asked again in a deliberate tone. Rick could not believe she would ask him that. Didn't she understand the risk they were taking going out there again?

"No, I'm not feelin sorry for myself…" Rick said, his accent was thick with anger. "Good." Michonne said in a calm voice wiping the dirt from the windowsill off her hands. Rick squinted his eyes. "Good?" He asked, annoyed by her calm demeanor. "Yeah, good!" She said moving off the windowsill and closer to Rick as he leans forward still glaring at her.

"You're worried about us going out there, and I understand that, I do. But you getting angry and acting like there's no hope is irritating to me." Rick shakes his head and starts to speak when Michonne interrupts him. "You have your children, they are alive!" Michonne said in a soft but stern voice. "You have strong people here that will starve, fight, and bleed with you!" She says as she stares directly into his eyes.

Rick began to loosen his fists as he considered her words. "No, shit isn't easy for us right now. Who knows, maybe it will never be easy." She said and her face furrowed at the thought. "But we're alive, and we're together, and everyone is standing with you." Michonne face softens as she waits patiently for everything she said to sink in. He was calmer, he breathing evenly again.

Michonne looked over at the map on the table with determination. "We're going to make it, and you are not carrying this group on your own. We are all in this together."

"You're not a failure, Rick. The world fell apart but you and the rest of us…we're still alive."

Rick gazed at Michonne. He was amazed that she could read him so well. Her words were both a shot in the gut and the soft kisses he needed to soothe the anger boiling inside of him. He knew that she meant every word. She would starve, battle, and die with him if necessary. Every one of them would. He was lucky to have these people that he considered his family on his side.

Rick and Michonne stood in silence. Each of them lost in their own thoughts. Rick looked down at his worn boots recounting what he needed to do in the upcoming days. Michonne stood watching Rick and then seemed to drift off into thoughts of her own.

She let a faint smile creep across her lips before starting towards the pool table. As she passed Rick, the soft intoxicating aroma of jasmine and lavender invaded Rick's senses. He turned and watched her lean forward and place her hands on either side of the map. He imagined that she was looking over the map again, but her silence told him that she had something else on her mind.

"What's wrong?" Rick asked as he moved a couple of feet behind her. Michonne smiled and shook her head. "Nothing, I was just thinking." "About what?" Rick asked in a low inquiring voice. He wanted Michonne to turn around so he could see her face. "It's nothing…it's not important." She assured him stretching her neck to either side causing a soft pop.

Rick puts his finger up to his brow and began to massage his temple. He knew what was on her mind. It hadn't escaped his attention that they hadn't been together since that early morning. He imagined that she was questioning the nature of their relationship.

Rick took a deep breath, "I'm sorry, Michonne." Rick said while his eyes skimmed over his favorite spot on Michonne's backside. She turned her head to look at him. "For what?" "For not being there for you. For being too busy." Rick raised his eyebrow and looked at the hardwood floor. "We've all been busy, Rick. Lots to do." Michonne said as she turned back to the map and started to trace the river with her finger.

Rick looked over at Michonne and then the flickering candle. "We haven't really talked about…us. We haven't spent much time together since that night and I wanted to…you know." Michonne lifted her head. "Wanted to what?" She asked worried about what he might say. "I've wanted to be with you, you know hold you and…" Rick couldn't believe how juvenile he sounded.

His stomach was flustered. He was never good at reading a woman's emotions, and Michonne was still a mystery to him in a lot of ways. Michonne smiled and chuckled. "Don't worry Rick, I'm not into that kissy face lovey-dovey stuff. Even if I were, I don't think there's much time for that kind of thing anymore." Michonne said a bit more callously than she meant to as she leaned into study the map.

Rick looked away and took another deep breath. He was a little annoyed with her detached attitude towards their conversation. He moved beside her against the pool table. "Well, what are you into?" He asked with a serious expression on his face.

Michonne took a few seconds to consider this question. "I don't want things to get weird between us again. I don't like not knowing if we're good or not." Michonne honestly confessed as she finally turned to face him. The light from the candle played in her russet brown eyes making them flicker from a dark brown to a deep alluring red. Rick shifted his stance and nodded his head in agreement.

Rick understood what Michonne meant by things getting weird. The awkwardness had been distracting. He knew that they would have to come to grips with their feelings for each other. Rick felt a sinking feeling as the thought of them just being friends entered his mind. He didn't want to go back to that. He didn't feel a "just friends" way about Michonne. He wanted more with her. He just needed to know what she wanted.

Rick laughed to himself, wondering why it was so difficult for him to come out and tell her what he felt.

"Look Chonne…" Rick said moving off the edge of the pool table. "I don't wanna go back to where we were either. Like I told you before, I want us to be a family. I just need to know what you want out of this?" Rick questioned with a low voice. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest.

Michonne leaned backward, still not use to having him that approximate to her. His lean masculine frame was intimidating yet inviting, and thoughts from their previous encounter began to ensnare her thoughts.

Michonne closed her eyes hard trying to think of something else to stay focused.

"Just be honest with me, don't feel like you have to keep things from me. I can handle the truth, Rick." She declared.

Rick did a little nod to the side. "Okay, I can do that. But you have to be honest with me too." He said leaning closer to her. "You have to share with me too."

Michonne considered his offer and after a few seconds she nodded her head with a rare accepting smile on her face. Rick couldn't help but smile back as he looked down at his hands.

"Well, since we're going to be honest with each other, there is something that I should admit." Rick said as his face turned serious. Michonne waited but he continued to look down at his fingers. "What?" She asked. "You looked kind of sexy covered in mud and kicking that girl's ass all over the place." Rick said as he shot an eye over at Michonne.

Michonne tried but failed to stop another smile from forming on her lips. She looked away and nodded her head. "So you liked that, did you?" She said darting a devious eye back at Rick. Rick chuckled. "Yeah, I never thought I'd admit it, but yeah." Michonne finally laughed. "I thought you were pissed about that." "I was, but it was still sexy as hell." Rick shamelessly admitted. They both began to laugh.

Michonne looked down at the healing cuts on her knuckles, and fondly remembered them crashing against Debbie's face. "So did you talk to them?" Michonned turned to ask and was surprised to see Rick had moved closer to her.

He reached up towards her face and Michonne instinctively moved her head back. There was a twitch in her lip as she immediately regretted the action when she saw that he was reaching for one of her dreads.

Their eyes met and stayed fastened on each other as Rick began to fondle the end of her hair between his fingers.

"Talk to who?" Rick asked, breaking eye contact and glancing down at the thick soft lock. Michonne looked at her hair that Rick was gently winding with his thumb.

"Those women." Michonne replied. "Oh… yeah, I talked to 'em. I don't think they'll be much of a problem. But we still need to keep our eyes on them." He said as he let go of her hair and put his hands on his hips.

Michonne looked away and nodded. "Well, the red head seems to have a thing for you, Rick Grimes." "Yeah, I know." Rick said as his eyes focused on the M pendant on Michonne's gold necklace. He reached up and held it on one of his finger. They both stared at it for a moment.

"M for Michonne? He asked and squinted his eyes. Michonne's lips formed a sad smile and she slowly shook her head no.

Rick's eyes went from the glinting golden M on her necklace to Michonne's eyes. He could see that the necklace was a memento for someone she'd lost, someone she'd loved.

"I'm sorry." Rick said with complete sincerity. Michonne took the necklace from his fingers. "It was a long time ago." She professed sadly as she stared down at it.

She looked up at Rick and felt his lips softly press against her own. Michonne was surprised by the sudden kiss from Rick. It seem to pull the breath right out of her. She closed her eyes as blood and energy seem to surge through her. She moved closer to Rick as their lips stayed locked and slid her arm around his neck.

She loved the faint smell of musk on him as he wrapped his arms around her waist, which made Michonne want to kiss him even deeper. She didn't realize how badly she needed to kiss him. She wrapped her other arm around his neck and he pressed his hot tongue into her mouth. Michonne's head tilted to the side and began to suck and pull at Rick's lip. She closed her eyes devouring his kisses. They were so soft and wet against her own. Rick slid his hands down her waist and cupped her ass as he lifted her up and closer to him. She pulled up to secure herself and wrapped her legs around his waist.

Rick pulled out of the kiss as he sat Michonne on top the pool table. "I thought you didn't want to play kissy face with me?" Rick said with a smirk as he leaned back to catch his breath. Michonne rolled her eyes and laughed. "Shut up." She said as grabbed his shirt and pulled him closer to her. Rick chuckled as he caught Michonne's lips again.

She squeezed her legs around Rick's waist pulling his midsection to hers. Rick let out a rough moan he felt her grind against him. His hands found their way beneath her shirt. He slowly ran his fingers over the hot smooth flesh, adoring her softness.

Michonne pulled out of the kiss this time letting her head fall back as she took a deep breath. Her eyes were riddled with desire and the touch of his rough fingers sent ripples of lust through her body. She loved the way his strong arms felt wrapped around her and the soft kisses he tenderly planted on her shoulder and neck.

Rick's fingers found Michonne's round and firm breast. He began to run his thumbs over them causing Michonne to hold her breath. Her clenched jaw and the strain in her slender chocolate neck excited Rick's already hardened member.

He slid his hands down Michonne's waist to the front of her pants. Rick stared at her studded belt buckle and started to unlatch it. Michonne leaned forward and laid her head on Rick's shoulder as she reached down and began to undo his belt buckle. She kicked off her shoes and used her foot to help pull Rick's pants down his legs. Rick's cock was fully erect as Michonne lightly ran a finger over the top. Rick let out a soft lustful moan and urged Michonne on to her back. As she laid back, Rick slid her pants and panties down her smooth legs.

He leaned in to kiss her stomach and trailed kisses down between her silky thighs. Michonne slid a hand under his scruffy chin and pulled his face up. "Don't…you'll make me scream." Rick let a smile creep across his face. "I'm gonna make you scream either way." Rick confidently declared as he wrapped his hands under Michonnes knees and pulled her towards the edge of the table. Michonne put her hand to her face and bit down on her finger. She felt herself getting dizzy and craving Rick in the worst way.

Michonne began to rub her legs around Rick's waist as she rolled her back. Rick enjoyed the sight of her pleading with her body. He let his own body ache for a while longer as he felt the sensation of Michonne's soft warm thighs rubbing against his skin causing a burning hunger for her. Finally, Rick pushed into her, spreading her as he plummeted deep inside. Michonne let out a familiar noise that sounded both pleasurable and painful. Rick made an obscene grunt as he slowly thrust into her.

Michonne reached up for Rick and he leaned down to kiss her as he continued to fill her. He was completely wrapped in her captivating fire and his heart raced as the pace slowly quickened. He wrapped his arms around Michonne's back and lifted her to sit up as they continued to kiss. Michonne wrapped her arms around his neck and tried not to moan too loudly. Rick broke away from Michonne's lips as he placed his hands under her ass and lifted her off the table. He once again accelerated his steady pace as Michonne pressed her head on to his shoulder.

Knock knock knock. The last thing that either of them wanted to hear. "Rick!" Daryl said in an eager tone. Rick let out a strange groan as he and Michonne looked at each other. "What?" Rick asked sliding Michonne back on the table. "There shots comin from the front, gotta go check it out!"