These random one-shots are just a series of drabbles, or one-shots I couldn't make into a full story. They were just thoughts roaming around in my head that I had to get out. Anymore drabble collections I come up with will also have 'Talking Dead' in the title. Again, ratings vary by story. Title's a play on words.

A prompt is also included in this series of stories: "Prompt – "Now that Negan has Rick where he wants him, he gives Rick a choice...Michonne or one of his group will meet Lucille up-close and personal, but Michonne makes the choice for him and leaves with Negan." –ShunnieIsFine. It's the story "Volunteer." PROMPT DOES NOT CONTAIN SPOILERS. There's nothing to spoil: WE DON'T KNOW WHO DIES! Because, remember, THERE WAS A STUPID CLIFFHANGER! Anyway, I liked this prompt because I got the sneaky suspicion Negan was checking Michonne out when they had that eye contact moment.

THE TALKING DEAD

-HAVING THE TALK- Set during "Knots Untie"

Rated T

Jesus stared at the group of people before him, his eyes mainly locked to Daryl's. He was the only one who still had his gun on him, even though Michonne had made it clear that it was okay.

"Go on and head downstairs," Rick said, buttoning up his shirt.

Jesus nodded and walked down the stairs, keeping his eyes straight ahead. He passed Daryl, the Asian, and Ginger, and made his way to the living room. He could hear everyone else behind him, following.

"Table," stated Daryl, and Jesus obliged, the rest of the group falling in line.

"Are you sure you're good here?" the Asian asked, and Rick nodded. "Okay. I'm gonna go and get Maggie, she should be jus' outside." He eyed Jesus. "I'll be right back."

Rick nodded and the young man left.

Jesus sat as everyone else sat. They were all staring at him. He met each of their stares, resting on Michonne's last.

She was glaring at him.

He knew she was the one he'd have to win over.

"What's that look for?" Jesus asked her.

She looked him over before answering. "Just trying to decide if I trust you or not."

"Clearly I'm not a threat."

"Is it clear? Seems kinda foggy to me."

Jesus leaned forward. "Look, I'm not a bad guy."

"Isn't that typically what bad guys say? I mean if you were bad, would you admit it?"

"Look, Rick bought me here. He can vouch for me." Rick shifted. "Surely you trust your husband—"

"He's not my husband," Michonne said coolly.

Jesus looked at her and smiled. "Well that would explain why Carl looks nothing like you." Michonne scooted closer to Jesus and he immediately held his hands up. "Relax. I was only joking."

"Don't joke about my boy."

Jesus took a deep breath. "I'll prove I'm one of the good guys."

"Yah? How?" asked Michonne.

Before Jesus could answer the door opened and Maggie and Glenn walked back in. They all watched in silence as Maggie and Glenn sat down. It didn't take long for all eyes to rest on him.

They didn't know him yet, he thought, but they would.

It was time to start talking.

THE ONE IT TOOK – SET DURING "THANK YOU"

Rated T

David adjusted his shirt and tried to look back at the bite on the back of his shoulder, tensing in pain.

"Can I take a look?" asked Michonne.

"Please?" David said, allowing her access. Michonne glanced at the bite but kept her face neutral. "Is it bad?"

"It's about what you'd expect," responded Michonne vaguely.

"Didn't expect this."

Michonne kept quiet, glancing around, until her eyes fell back on David. He was playing with his wedding ring. "How long you been married?"

"Three months." He looked at her, already shaking his head as if he knew her question. "She wasn't my wife from before."

"How'd you meet?" Michonne wasn't sure why she was asking. Maybe to keep her calm, maybe because his voice soothed her. Maybe because she was truly interested in his story.

"It was, uh, early on. Aaron found me. I was alone, lost everything, everyone…by myself. I wasn't crazy, I just… I just gave up on being someone, an actual person. Know what I mean?"

She did know. Boy, did she.

"I do."

"We found Betsy on the way back to the community. She still saw me. After I thought I was dead and gone, she was my first friend. Then she was more. She made me more. Even better than how it used to be."

Michonne listened to David talk, and found herself thinking of Rick. Rick, her best friend, who she had decided to see despite how difficult it was. Rick, the man who had taken her in as a complete stranger but was now here, in Alexandria because of her.

She might have been able to dwell on it. She might have been able to rotate it around in her head, think about what David was talking about, see if it applied to her and Rick, but then David kept talking.

She could have zoned him out and kept thinking, but then Annie called out, saying Scott wasn't going to make it on his leg, and all was forgotten.

It was time to focus.

By the time she made it back to Alexandria, with only Heath and Scott next to her, having lost everyone else, including David, the only part of her conversation with David she chose to remember was the note he had written in case he didn't make it home.

The rest of what was said earlier in the day no longer mattered.

***-VOLUNTEER- A/U set during "Last Day on Earth"***

Michonne looked at Negan as he made his decision, her heart pounding. She watched, almost in slow motion, as Negan raised Lucille above his head.

"Wait!" cried out Michonne. Negan rolled his eyes and looked at her. "Wait," she said again, her voice shaking. Negan looked at her.

"What're you doin'?" asked Daryl.

"I am talking to the man," Michonne stated.

Negan took his baseball bat and put it between them, forcing Michonne's attention back on him. "No, you're not," he told her coldly.

"Don't you even want to hear me out?"

Negan sighed dramatically. "Fine. Enlighten me."

"No one has to die tonight."

"See, I've already lost interest." He lifted his bat again.

"Wait! Take me." Negan froze. "No one say anything." She didn't look at Rick or Carl, but she was talking to them. "This is between me and Negan." She kept her eyes locked on his. "Take me instead. Dwight told us about your way of life. I can be one of your wives."

Just saying it made her stomach coil, but she was thinking about Carl, and Rick, and Maggie, who was clearly in pain, but from what, Michonne didn't know. Daryl wasn't doing so well either.

These people were her family.

She had to protect them.

"You want me… to take you… as one of my wives…?"

"Yes."

He approached her, looking her over, clearly appreciating her. His eyes roamed over her body, taking in every inch of her, and Michonne tried not to squirm. She already felt violated and she hated it, but it'd be worth it, she knew.

"Stand up," Negan finally said. Michonne did as she was told. "Turn around." Michonne took a deep breath. "Never mind, don't. I'll just walk around." He did, taking slow steps, seemingly appreciating every part of her.

Michonne took the time to finally look at Rick. He shook his head, twice, but she stared him down. She had to make him see she was doing this for him. For them. He pleaded with her, but she made it clear her mind was made up. If Negan went along with it, she would too.

"Deal," he said. "No one gets my bat this time. I'll take you home with me."

He grabbed her arm, roughly, and they headed towards Negan's RV. Michonne took one last look behind her, her eyes meeting Rick's. He stared at her, and then nodded, once.

He would find her. She knew he would. She had no doubt about it.

And then Negan would pay.

It made it worth volunteering.