Wanted to showcase a few different times TF might have noticed some Richonne moments over the course of their time together =]

TAKING NOTICE

Rated T

-DARYL-

Daryl approached Rick on his bike and noticed that Michonne was standing next to him.

Good, Daryl couldn't help but think. Maybe now Rick would stop bitching at everyone. He was always a little more asshole like whenever Michonne left to find the Governor.

Daryl doubted Rick even noticed, but the rest of them certainly did.

He never wanted Michonne to go, and on those occasions where Daryl went with her, Rick seemed more open to them leaving.

If she went out there alone? It was a wrap.

She was back for now, though, so maybe Rick could calm his nerves for a few days.

"Look who's back," Daryl stated with a smirk.

Michonne sent him a smile. "I didn't find him."

"Glad you made it back in one piece."

"I'm thinking of look out near Macon." Daryl stared at Michonne and then glanced at Rick. His jaw was set, and his eyes were blazing. His entire body had gone tense. It was similar to him throwing a tantrum, but he kept his mouth shut, despite the fact that he clearly didn't agree with Michonne going back out there. Daryl couldn't say he disagreed. As if knowing what they were thinking, Michonne continued. "It's worth a shot." Her voice was hard, almost like she was convincing them and herself.

"Seventy miles of walkers. You might run into a few un-neighborly types." Daryl paused as he looked at her. "Is it?" Michonne looked marginally exasperated, and stayed quiet. Daryl glanced back to Rick, who was obviously still annoyed. "I'm gonna check out the Big Spot. The one I was talkin' about. Jus' seein."

Rick nodded. "Yah, I gotta go out to check the snares," Rick said. "I don't wanna lose whatever we catch to the walkers."

"I'll go," volunteered Michonne.

"You just got here," Carl told her.

Michonne smiled at him. "And I'll be back."

Michonne headed towards the car, Rick following her with his eyes, his gaze intense.

Starting up his bike, his eyes glued to Rick, Daryl stared at Rick as he stared at Michonne.

Making sure his expression remained neutral, Daryl hit Rick's stomach softly. As if snapping out of a trance, Rick ran to open the gate.

Daryl hid his smirk until he was well passed the walls of the prison.

…

-GLEGGIE-

Maggie shifted slightly and Glenn wrapped his arms even tighter around her. She sighed and turned to face him. He gave her a soft smile and she returned in.

"This isn't gonna work for too much longer," Maggie said softly. Glenn just looked at her. "Us. Them. All of us sharin' one space, in the living room." Maggie sat up and looked around. The entire group was on the floor, like they were still on the road, like they could be attacked at any minute. "These people… the Alexandrians aren't bad people. We're not in danger here."

"Rick's not gonna like it," responded Glenn just as quietly.

"Rick's not in a good place right now," Maggie counter-argued. She reached out brushed Glenn's hair out of his face. "Besides… I miss you." Her hand traveled down to his chest and his breath quickened and he leaned in for a kiss. "Why don't we sneak off to the bathroom?"

Glenn didn't need telling twice. The two of them got up and stepped over all the bodies, making sure to be extra quiet.

Daryl was at the window – it was his turn to keep watch – and even in the dark they could see the smirk he sent them.

Glenn grabbed her hand and was about to lead her to the bathroom upstairs – more room to be loud – but Maggie stopped him, motioning to the floor.

It took Glenn a few more seconds for his eyes to adjust to the dark, and to pinpoint what Maggie was trying to show him.

He smiled softly at the sight before him: Carl perpendicular to Rick and Michonne, who were sleeping next to each other.

They certainly were awfully close, noted Glenn.

"How long do you think it'll be before they share a bed?" asked Maggie.

Glenn shrugged. "However long it takes Rick to accept this place."

Maggie pondered that. "Poor Michonne," she commented, and then the two of them headed upstairs.

…

-DEANNA-

She watched the two of them quietly, taking it all in: the former Sheriff and the former lawyer, both of them strong and strong-willed. She… she was ready for this place. And him? Well, he might have been out there too long.

He would learn.

And she would teach him.

She, the true leader, would be the only one who could bring him back, make him see reason. She was not his co-pilot, like they both suspected, but she was his Queen in a game of chess. She was powerful, she had more control, and he needed her. She protects him, her king, because it is what she does best.

They didn't see it that way yet, but they would.

He was nothing without her.

He was dependent on her, and it would be humbling once he figured that out. He would have to fall from grace before it could happen. He would do something stupid, something that would affect all of them, and it would be her to bring him back.

It was always her.

They worked well together, she noted. They scouted the community, their eyes taking in everything. They were on alert, even now, even as most of the residents were inside starting dinner.

She noticed it all.

It was her job to notice.

The two of them could speak to each other without ever having to say anything, but they were at odds right now.

She wanted this place, he didn't, but he wouldn't go anywhere without her.

Anyone else could decide to leave or stay, but without Michonne, Rick would be lost.

Deanna made her final notes and then sat up, her rocking chair on her front porch still rocking even as she vacated it. With one final glance at Rick and Michonne, Deanna made her way inside.

Those two would figure it out.

And if they didn't… well she could always push Michonne in the right direction.

…

-Morgan-

He watched in silent fascination as he took in Michonne and Rick's morning routine. It was almost like he was intruding on something intimate.

She would hand him a bottle of water without him ever having to ask. He would know which fruit the grab out of the bowl – always apples, never an orange. She always grabbed the lighter pieces of toast and Rick would get the darker pieces.

Rick would sit his gun on the table while he ate, Michonne's katana would sit next to her chair. Michonne would feed Judith and Rick would watch with fondness.

Rick always finished breakfast first. He'd take his plate to the sink, grab his gun, put it in his holster, and walk over to Judith and bend down and kiss her goodbye. Then he'd glance at Michonne, she'd tell him to have a good day and to be careful out there, and he'd respond with a "We'll see" and a "thank you" and they'd low-five and he'd head out.

Her eyes would follow him all the way out the door.

There was something there, Morgan thought.

All it would take is a little bit of peace for them to see it.

…

-JESUS-

Jesus looked around, making sure the coast was clear, and then made his way out. The community was pretty quiet and it was easy for him to look around. He took it all in, keeping in mind what he had gathered about Rick, and figured that he'd stay closest to the front gate. Taking special care to stay hidden, and still taking in the community, Jesus made his way towards Rick's.

There was a person on guard – smart, thought Jesus – but their back was to him. He quietly snuck out of the bushes, thankful for his dark clothes, and turned and faced the front of the community.

He looked to his left. That house had no lights on, and he noticed a single pair of footprints out front. He looked to the right, taking in that house. There was a soft glow in the window and Jesus took that as his cue. Still taking special care to be quiet, he made his way up the front porch.

He could see two shadows in the window. A couple, kissing on the couch.

The man was definitely Rick.

Jesus would have knocked and interrupted, only it seemed like this wasn't just a welcome home kiss. Things were definitely heating up, and before Jesus could decide to walk up to the door and knock the two of them started to make their way upstairs.

Jesus shrugged. He had time. He could wait.

How long could they last?

Apparently quite some time. When Jesus finally made the decision to sneak in he immediately made his way upstairs. He just wanted to talk, but it didn't take him long to realize that he was interrupting a lot more than sleep.

He could hear the two of them, neither of them were trying to be quiet, and Jesus momentarily found himself transfixed: the way she moaned, the way he grunted, the way she gasped, the way he cursed…. It sounded intimate, like two people who knew each other's bodies well, like two people who loved each other and had no problem expressing themselves to one another.

As tempting as it was to stay and listen, Jesus decided to give them some privacy.

He had other things he could do: check out the perimeter, see the weaponry….

He'd be back when they finished. After the day Rick had, Jesus thought it was only fair.