Interference

Michonne is not sure what has come over her, but ever since they arrived at the Safe Zone, she can't get Rick Grimes out of her head. It all seemed to start their first night there. Everyone was altogether in the living room, just trying to get used to the fact that they were no longer on the road wondering about their survival. No longer without food or shelter. Everyone had cleaned up and it was time to relax if they could.

She was one of the last to arrive to their new home as Deana's interview with her lingered longer than the others. Rick was next door, checking out the other house, so she immediately headed to the bathroom to shower. She emerged much later than anticipated and moved to the living area, asking how long she was in there for. Rick promptly answered and when he turned to face her, she couldn't help but freeze as his face was cleanly shaven. He had never looked so good to her.

He was about to walk by when she detained him to voice an opinion about their new home. She almost lost her train of thought as he smelled so nice and fresh. He must have been thinking along the same lines because he leaned toward her and closed his eyes briefly as he took in her scent. They both had to shake themselves to clear their heads before they attracted an audience.

Fast forward two weeks and her thoughts have only intensified. They are now sharing a home as the other family members were able to branch off and find homes of their own. She is starting to rethink her decision of being in such close proximity to Rick as her attraction to him has taken on an entirely new meaning.

She is in the kitchen with Carl and Judith, preparing breakfast when she notices Rick at the top of the stairs, making his way down. He is dressed for work and the way his jeans are encasing his bowed legs is putting her in a trance. She watches as he descends the steps and walks directly to her.

"Good morning. Thanks for cooking breakfast." He places a hand on her shoulder and gives her a tiny squeeze of affection. He might as well have cupped one of her breasts as she is sure she would've felt the same bolt of electricity shoot through her body regardless of where he touched her.

Minutes later, they are seated at the kitchen table, eating while Michonne uses Judith as a means of distraction. The task of feeding the baby helps disguise the fact that she is slyly checking out her father. Rick is seated across from her, looking over a couple of maps that Daryl procured for him as they are planning to go on a run soon.

She takes in his curly hair, still damp from his morning shower, his light colored eyelashes as he looks down, his inviting, delectable looking lips. She quickly averts her eyes as he looks in her direction.

"Hey, Daryl thinks we should try 50 miles out. I think half of that should be sufficient. What do you think?" He asks.

"25 miles is plenty. That way if you don't find what you need, you still have the option to go further out," she answers.

He nods, always impressed with her input. He notices Judith eyeing his oatmeal. "Alright, little girl, you don't have to be so obvious." He takes a spoonful of his oatmeal and starts making choo choo train noises.

Judith claps her hands and opens her mouth wide to receive what her dad has for her.

Michonne smiles, but that soon waivers as she notices Rick's hands. They are lean, but strong and capable and she can't help thinking of what else they are capable of. "Carl, can you finish feeding your sister? I need to get dressed for work."

Carl looks at her strangely as he couldn't help but notice her checking out his dad. "Um…sure." He takes Judith and continues to feed her as Michonne rushes off to her bedroom.

"So, dad, what advice do you have about love?"

Rick's eyes pop as he wasn't expecting that particular question from his son. "I guess it depends on the situation. Do you have a situation?"

"Not really, but I think my friend does," Carl answers.

Rick narrows his eyes in suspicion. "Your friend, huh? Is your friend in love?"

"I don't know, but I think it may be going in that direction," Carl returns.

"So, what's the problem?"

Carl looks pointedly at his dad. "I think the guy she's in love with doesn't have a freaking clue that she's in love with him."

Rick laughs. "Well, that sucks."

"Tell me about it. I guess I need to find a way to help things along. What do you think?"

"It's always good to help people, but what can you do if the guy doesn't know what's going on?" Rick inquires.

"I guess I'm gonna have to show him."

"You are? I'd say that was interference and maybe you should think twice about minding other people's business," Rick advises.

"So, what if this guy likes her too but doesn't know he likes her?"

"Now, you're not making any sense," Rick returns.

Michonne makes her way back to the kitchen area. "Well, I guess I'm off. Rick, I'll see you later?"

"Yeah, I should be there in another hour. Beth is watching Judy today," Rick reminds her.

"I'll see you guys later then." She moves over and gives Carl and Judith a tight hug.

"How come you never hug my dad goodbye?" Carl asks.

Michonne looks at him. "What?"

"You never hug dad goodbye. Shouldn't you hug him too?" Carl repeats.

She shares a look with Rick, but doesn't want it to appear to be a big deal, so she agrees. "Why not?"

Rick quickly stands from his chair and they wrap their arms around each other. She tries to remain unaffected by the contact so she quickly taps him on the back and steps away.

Carl's smile is wide and his eyes seem to dance with delight as he witnesses his dad watching Michonne until she exits out the front door.