A/N: Hey there, Richonners! It has been a minute! I sincerely apologize for the long wait. Life happened. Anyway, I'm back and hope to keep updating more frequently. As always, thank you all for the interest you are showing in this story! It makes me so happy to get the notifications about follows, favorites, and reviews! Your feedback is why I keep writing. Okay, enough of my rambling…we'll check in on several characters and get some major Richonne development in this chapter! I hope you enjoy! Let me know where you think this is heading! Trigger warnings: brief mention of abortion and racial slurs.


Chapter 7: Fade into You

"It's so pretty! Thank you!", Michonne beamed as she took the pink peony from Rick's hand. The chipper little boy smiled, kissing her on the cheek.

"You're welcome Chonnie. My mom says it's nice to give your friends gifts…and you're my best friend," Rick smiled.

"You're my very bestest friend!" Michonne replied with a wide grin.

"I was thinkin' maybe we can get married when we grow up," Rick continued, placing his hands in his short's pockets, and kicking a patch of dirt with his penny loafers. "My mommy and daddy are best friends, just like you and me."

Michonne twisted her face in confusion. "We can't get married."

"Why not?" Rick questioned.

"Negroes and white people aren't allowed to get married," she shrugged.

Rick looked dejected, making a mental note to ask his parents about the matter later. For now, he decided to enjoy the time he had left playing with his closest companion.


Rick smiled to himself, thinking about the dream he had last night, the object of his affection never far from his waking or sleeping moments. Although their conversation that day was bittersweet, the memory made him happy all the same. He wondered what Michonne was doing in this moment. He looked over at the clock on the kitchen wall. It read 8:15am and he figured she was probably just getting home from taking Andre to school. He walked over to the phone on the wall and quickly dialed the Jameson residence.

"Hello," Michonne answered.

"Good mornin' beautiful," he greeted her.

On the other end of the line, Michonne held the phone closely to her ear, melting at the sound of his syrupy drawl. Hearing his voice always made her feel warm and gooey inside.

"Good morning, this is a pleasant surprise deputy. What can I do for you?"

"I'm just hopin' we're still on for tonight. You're not gonna stand me up, are you?"

Michonne laughed quietly, looking over her shoulder to make sure her mother was out of earshot.

"Of course not…I haven't stood you up yet, have I? Besides, I can't wait to see you," she gushed.

"Likewise, darlin'…see you later."

"Later," she confirmed, disconnecting the call.


That evening, Michonne and Rick sat inside his Skylark, parked at their usual meeting place on the outskirts of King County. They'd traded sitting on the hood and stargazing for getting cozy inside the vehicle, a newfound pastime that made them both giddy.

"I guess you'd say…What can make me feel this way…My girl, my girl, my girl…Talkin' 'bout my girl…My girl", Rick sang along to The Temptations as he gazed into Michonne's eyes and stroked her soft hair.

During their secret rendezvous, Michonne had come to enjoy his singing. His voice was soothing, easy like a Sunday morning.

"You have a really nice voice, deputy," she complimented, adjusting herself on his lap, so she was completely facing him.

Rick smiled in return and brushed his thumb across her cheek. Even with just the low light of the moon and a nearby streetlamp coming through the car window, she still managed to look radiant.

"Where does your mama think you are right now?" he asked curiously.

"At the library getting in some last-minute studying before my exam," she chuckled.

Rick sighed, "I should probably leave you alone to your studies, but you're too damn irresistible," he noted with a kiss to the cleavage peeking through her lowcut blouse.

He let his lips remain on her flesh, inhaling the sweet scent of her perfume. All of it had his head spinning and the blood rushing to his nether regions. When he felt her gently tugging on his hair, he ended the kiss and raised his head to look at her.

"I'd much rather be here with you," she assured him. "Anyway, I've done all I can do to prepare for this exam."

"You're gonna do great, sweetheart. I know it."

"I appreciate your confidence," she smiled, kissing the tip of his nose.

She noticed the concerned look on his face, "Hey…what's wrong?"

"I wish you didn't need to lie to your mother about spending time with me."

"I'm sorry, Rick. I just don't want to feel judged or need to answer a lot of questions about us…especially when this is so new. I want to keep you to myself a little longer…is that okay?"

"Yeah…I understand," Rick nodded. "I know we're sorta crossin' a line here, but I can't bring myself to give a damn about what other people think," he proclaimed.

Michonne laughed out loud at his candidness. She wished she could cast her worries aside like him. She wanted to enjoy him without feeling guilt or fear. This man was slowly but surely pulling her out of the depths of her grief. His grip on her was strong and unrelenting…she needed him to hold steady because if he let go, she didn't know where she'd land…maybe someplace even darker than where she was before. Running her fingers through his silky, brown hair and gazing into his twinkling blue eyes, she contemplated her combatting emotions…trepidation clashing with unfettered desire.

"If I tell my mother about us, I know she will worry about me getting in too deep," she finally stated.

Rick pondered for a moment before asking the question he already knew the answer to, "Are you…getting in deep?"

Michonne offered him a shy smile, "You make me feel good," she said softly. "And I like kissing you…so what do you think?" she asked, punctuating her statement with a series of tender pecks to his welcoming lips.

"I think that's a 'yes'," he replied, pulling her closer and cementing his thoughts with a heart stopping kiss.


The next day, Lori sat at the table, picking at her salad as she listened to her father and Pete Anderson discuss the election. She was quickly regretting meeting her parents for lunch at the country club. She hated the smugness of King County's elite, all of them traipsing around like they owned the world, while simultaneously treating the nearly all Negro staff like dirt. To make matters worse, she hadn't expected the afternoon to be further soured by the Anderson's intrusion.

"Pete, are you all set for your speaking engagement today?" Jack asked, sipping a glass of sweet tea.

"Never been more ready, sir. Today is going to seal the deal for me. There's no doubt I'll be elected the next mayor of our fine community," Pete declared, tipping his glass to Jack.

Lori could hardly contain her contempt, forcing herself not to roll her eyes at the man's overly confident demeanor.

"I wouldn't be so sure, Mr. Anderson. The polling looks promising for Philip Blake," she interjected.

"Who are they polling…a bunch of Negroes who aren't even gonna vote?" Jessie laughed.

"I'm sorry Mrs. Anderson, I hadn't realized you knew anything about polling or the logistics of an election. I took you for more the homemaker type. This might be above your head," Lori shot back, no longer able to quell her frustration.

"Lori, that's enough! Don't be disrespectful to our guests," Jack scolded.

"They're not my guests, daddy. I didn't invite them here, you did," Lori replied, glaring at her father.

"That's quite all right," Pete stated, placing his napkin on the table. "Jessie come long, there are a few people I need to say hello to before we head over to townhall."

"You have yourself a good day," Lori said sarcastically as she watched Pete and Jessie make a hasty exit.

"Lori Ann, what the hell has gotten into you?!" Jack griped.

"Jack, calm down honey…you'll make a scene," Darlene implored her husband.

"I don't give a damn, Dar…our daughter is out of line."

"No, daddy…Pete Anderson is an asshole, and you know it. And his wife is a complete idiot. I'm done biting my tongue. You are wrong for supporting him."

"I will support whomever I damn well please, young lady. You forget yourself…I'm your father and I will not take orders or advice from you."

"Well, I guess I'll be going," Lori announced, standing from her seat to leave.

"Lori, sit down!" Darlene commanded. "I refuse to let this election tear us apart. Now, let's drop the subject and enjoy the rest of our lunch."

Lori reclaimed her seat, folding her arms as she looked at her father. As angry as she was with him, she was willing to stay for her mother's sake. They all sat in silence, as they resumed eating their meal, ignoring a few stares from the other members of the club. After a while, Jack placed his fork on his empty plate and sighed.

"I'm sorry for my harshness, sweetie. I just don't think you understand how important it is to have someone like Pete Anderson in office. Philip Blake has no business being mayor. He's just pandering to Negroes so he can build more businesses in their neighborhood and take their money."

"That's not true, daddy. Philip genuinely wants to make this town better. Things aren't the same as when you were growing up…times are changing. I wish you could see that."

"Can we please talk about something else?" Darlene pled.

"Okay, how is the divorce coming along?" Jack queried.

Lori groaned, wishing her father had chosen a different subject.

"It's a divorce daddy, what do you want me to say?" she retorted.

"I think you should go for full custody. Rick doesn't even have a home of his own, how is he going to take care of Carl?"

"Daddy, are you serious? Rick is a wonderful father. He'll have a place soon enough. I'm not going to take Carl from him! How can you even suggest such a thing?"

Jack ran his fingers through his thick greying beard and shot his wife a troubled look with his piercing hazel eyes. "Dar, are you gonna back me up here?"

"No, Jack. Lori is right…this family has been through enough. She and Rick know what they're doing. Let's just stay out of it," she responded, avoiding his gaze.

"I refuse to use Carl as a pawn, case closed. All I want to do is live in peace, and I want the same for Rick. We'll both be there for our son but it's time we moved on with our separate lives," Lori informed her parents.

"Have you already moved on?" Jack questioned, having his suspicions about the nature of his daughter's relationship with Philip Blake, the idea of it, setting his blood boiling.

"I really don't think that's any of your concern, daddy. Just know, I'm doing what's best for me," Lori replied, putting the matter to rest.


On the other side of town, Nora took a deep breath as she sat in her car, gathering her nerve. She knew he would be angry, but she had no other choice. She'd called the sheriff's department several times and had been unable to reach him. Reluctantly, she opened the door and made her way inside the small building, ignoring the questionable stares as she walked up to the deputy at the front desk. The dark-haired man gave her the once over with his brown eyes and folded his arms.

"Can I help you with sumthin' miss?" he asked, raising his eyebrows.

"Yes, I'm looking for Deputy Marion. Is he in?" Nora replied nervously.

"He is…what do you want with him?" the deputy probed, twirling a toothpick around in his mouth.

"I um…I need to discuss a private matter with him. Will you please tell him Nora Johnson is here," she requested, feeling more anxious by the second.

The officer grinned and sat back in his chair, resting the back of his head in his hands. "I s'pose I could do that…but we normally don't have folks just walkin' in off the street askin' for private meetin's with our deputies. You gon' have to ask me nicely."

Nora felt the frustration rushing through her. Why was this man making this so damn difficult? She didn't know what she had expected coming here but certainly not this.

"Please, sir. It's really important. Will you let him know I'm here?" she practically begged.

"All right…all right. Basset, go get Marion," the deputy instructed his colleague who sat grinning at the entire exchange.

Nora watched as the man made his way to the back. A few moments later, he reappeared with Negan, who was clearly surprised to see her there.

"Ms. Johnson, follow me," Negan stated calmly. He led her into an empty office and shut the door.

"Are you out of your fucking mind?" he asked once they were alone.

"Don't speak to me that way, Negan. I had no other way of reaching you," Nora replied, tears stinging the back of her eyes.

"What the hell is so urgent that you couldn't wait until I came by tonight?" he shot back, crossing his arms, and sitting on top of the desk in the room.

"Ginny is sick. She's in the hospital. I was hoping you would come see her," Nora stated, her voice trembling as she spoke the words.

"Oh Jesus, what happened?" Negan inquired, softening his tone.

"She was complaining of headaches again, and then she started vomiting…I'm scared."

Negan watched as the tears began streaming down Nora's caramel cheeks. It troubled him to see her this way and he shared in her concern for their little girl.

"Shhh…come here," he said, pulling her closer until she was standing between his legs. "Listen to me," he said, grasping her head in his hands, and forcing her to look him in the eyes. "Ginny is going to be just fine. I'm sure it's just a virus or somethin'."

"You didn't see her. She was in so much pain. What if it's something serious?"

"It's not…it can't be," he replied, trying to convince himself as much as he was trying to convince her.

"The doctors were asking all these questions about her family medical history. I couldn't tell them everything because I don't know…do you realize how that makes me feel?" Nora asked, removing his hands from her head.

"What do you want me to do, Nora? Go waltzing in there announcing that I'm her daddy? You know I can't do that."

"I need you to do something! Our little girl needs you!" she retorted, louder than intended.

"Keep your voice down!" he warned her.

"No, we're tired of being your secret. If you love me…if you love your daughter like you claim, you will be at that hospital today, Negan. Make up a lie for all I care, just be there!"

He dragged his hand across his face in frustration. This is exactly what he had dreaded getting involved with Nora. What started out as a simple affair, had spiraled into something much deeper…something much more complicated. A few years ago, when Nora informed him that she was pregnant, he contemplated asking her to have an abortion, but in the end, he knew he couldn't subject her to the brutality and danger of such an act. The procedure wasn't easy to come by, especially for a young Negro woman.

"Darlin' I'm sorry, but I can't make you any promises. I can't leave right now, but I'll call you soon. Give my baby a kiss for me."

Nora backed away from him, feeling hurt and betrayed, but part of her knew better than to expect him to react any differently.

"I can't make any promises," she stated calmly, turning, and opening the door to leave.

Negan followed her out, wanting to say something else, but not quite sure of the right words. He noticed Rick standing off to the side watching them as Nora quickly made her exit.

"Can I talk to you for a second?" Rick requested, gesturing for Negan to reenter the empty office.

"What's on your mind, Grimes?" Negan inquired, shutting the door behind him.

"What the hell was that all about?"

"Oh, you mean Ms. Johnson?" Negan feigned ignorance. "We were just discussing a little domestic matter."

"Cut the shit, Marion. What's going on with you and that young woman?"

"We all got skeletons in our closets… don't we Grimes?" Negan grinned.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Rick wondered, placing his hands on his hips.

"Aww, don't play dumb Ricky. I know a certain ebony beauty has you all riled up inside…she the reason for your sudden divorce? It's okay, you can tell me," Negan winked.

"If you're referring to Michonne Hawthorne, nothing is going on between us and I assure you my divorce is far from sudden."

Negan shook his head and leaned against the wall. "Shit, Grimes," he sighed, briefly closing his eyes. "The truth is…I got myself into a little situation. Ms. Johnson…Nora…is a way of relieving stress. Every man needs that in his life…I guess that's why you're fucking Michonne."

"I am not fucking Michonne!" Rick growled. "You are a sick, selfish son-of-a-bitch…you know that. I feel sorry for Sherry."

Negan laughed at the fact that he was obviously getting under Rick's skin. Before he could reply, they were interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Grimes, Marion…get your asses out here," the sheriff ordered, swinging the door open. "There's a disturbance at townhall that needs your attention."


"All right, everyone just calm down," Pete pleaded as he looked out at the large crowd forming on the lawn.

"We will not calm down, Mr. Anderson!" Sasha shouted, gripping a large sign in her hands that read 'Equal Rights Now'.

"Just what is it you people are hoping to accomplish by coming down here?" Pete questioned the determined young woman.

"As citizens of King County, we want to make sure our voices are heard!" Sasha replied.

"Nobody gives a damn what you niggers have to say!" a plump, angry white woman yelled.

"Who you callin' a nigger?" another woman from Sasha's group countered.

"You…ya' black bitch," Gareth interjected. "Y'all can't just come down here, shoutin' out demands!"

"We can and we most certainly will," Bob quipped. "And you're going to hear us, Mr. Anderson. We aren't going to tolerate being treated like second-class citizens anymore. Now, I served this country with honor and dammit…I demand some respect!"

"That's right!" the group of Negro men and women shouted.

"We ain't leaving until we're heard!" Sasha reiterated.

"Shut the hell up!" Gareth shouted, hurling a bottle of water towards Sasha. It hit her on the side of the head, and she yelped in pain, dropping the sign to the ground.

Bob lunged at Gareth as mayhem erupted among the crowd. Rick and Negan hopped out of their squad car along with several other deputies.

"Shit, we're gonna need some back up down here. All hell is breakin' loose," Rick shouted into his radio.

He rushed to break up the scuffle that had ensued between Bob and Gareth, tackling both men to the ground.

"Get off me," Bob shouted, attempting to break free of Rick's grip. Rick let him go as they each stood to their feet.

"Relax…You don't wanna do this!" Rick cautioned him.

"That's right, nigger…you better watch ya 'self!" Gareth shouted.

"You…take a walk!" Rick ordered. The angry man did as he was told, retreating as the deputies worked to get the situation under control.

Rick looked at Bob with a pleading glance, hoping the man would listen to what he had to say.

"Listen, I get why you brought your group here, but this ain't the way to handle things. You're puttin' a huge target on your back and gettin' folks worked up."

"You don't know a thing, deputy. Just because you're friendly with my girl's cousin don't mean you understand our struggle."

"Well, I damn sure understand how things work in this town and right now, you're askin' to be on the other end of some redneck's rope. You catch my drift?" Rick retorted.

"We're taking these two in," Negan said, strolling over to Rick and Bob with a handcuffed Sasha. "Sherriff's orders."

Rick sighed and urged Bob to turn around so he could place him in handcuffs. Bob complied, sending a sorrowful look to Sasha.

"This isn't right!" Sasha shouted to Rick as he read Bob his rights. "You're a phony, you know that Deputy Grimes! You act like you care about my people, but you really don't give a shit. You're just like the rest of these good ole' boys! You stay away from my cousin…you hear me!"

"Calm down!" Rick said sternly. "I know you're angry but don't make things bad for Michonne."

"All right, that's enough," Negan said, leading Sasha to the squad car.

Rick followed with Bob in tow, unaware that Jack had been standing close by, listening to their conversation.

Jack walked out from behind the large oak tree he was standing against, observing everything unfold.

"Michonne," he whispered to himself. The woman's name had resurfaced once again and this time in conjunction with his soon to be ex son-in-law. What exactly is Rick's connection with her? He wondered to himself, intent on doing whatever he needed to do to make sure his family remained unscathed despite Michonne and her mother's reappearance in King County.


A few hours later, Lori sat on the sofa in her living room, holding the phone to her ear, hoping her companions couldn't hear the conversation she was having with her attorney.

"Things are close to being finalized," Tobin informed her. "I've been looking through you and Rick's assets. You have a substantial inheritance from your father's side. Are there any surprises we should be worried about when it comes to that money?"

"No, Rick isn't asking for any money and my father is an only child. Everything will go to me and my mother in the event of his death. Rick and I have already agreed that my trust fund and any other assets will be put aside for Carl," Lori assured him.

"Good, that makes things easy. With the assets and custody agreement worked out, I'd say it's smooth sailing from here on out."

"Thank you, Tobin. That's such a relief," Lori exhaled.

"I'll call you soon," Tobin said.

Lori hung up the phone and smoothed her fingers through her long mane before standing and reentering the dining room.

"Sorry about that," she apologized to Philip, who sat patiently at the dinner table with Penny and Carl.

"Everything all right," he asked with concern.

"Yeah, everything is fine," she smiled, taking a seat across from him.

"Mom, we're done eating. Can we go play, now?" Carl asked eagerly.

"Sure, sweetheart," Lori nodded, stroking her son's soft hair.

Lori and Philip watched as the children rushed upstairs, likely intent on checking out Carl's latest addition to his comic book collection.

"That was my lawyer," Lori confessed. "The divorce will be final soon."

"Oh…how do you feel about that?" Philip inquired, taking Lori's hand in his.

"I'm relieved," she sighed.

"Lori…about the other night…"

"Shhh…you don't need to say anything, Philip. I don't regret it…do you?"

"No," he shook his head. "I just hope you don't think that's why I wanted you to work on my campaign. My intentions have always been pure…but I didn't expect to fall for you," he said sincerely.

"I know…there's no need to explain. It was unexpected…and lovely," she smiled, squeezing his hand.

"I'm happy you feel that way…but there's something else," Philip stated.

"What is it?" she asked cautiously.

"I've been thinking about what you said…. what if I have a child out there that I never knew about?"

Lori sat up straight, her brows furrowing in surprise.

"I need to find Lily," he continued.

She remained quiet for a moment, processing his statement, then it dawned on her, she knew just the person to call…

"I know someone who can help," she said quietly, hoping her idea wouldn't backfire.


Michonne entered the King County Sherriff's Department, doing her best to stifle the anger brought on by her cousin's latest stunt. She certainly agreed with the need to gain equal rights, but Sasha was such a hothead, it was no surprise she found herself in trouble.

"I'm looking for Sasha Williams and Bob Stookey," Michonne said to Negan, who was sitting at the front desk.

"Well, hello to you too, Ms. Michonne," he responded, trailing his eyes over her body. That's a beautiful dress," he noted, pointing to the deep violet pencil dress she wore.

Michonne sighed, feeling uncomfortable under his stare. She wondered why this man insisted on behaving this way every time they encountered one another. Looking over, she noticed Rick taking a seat at a nearby desk in the middle of the room. They exchanged glances but didn't speak.

"Deputy Marion, I'm very tired. I'd appreciate it if you get my cousin and her companion out of holding so we can be on our way."

"Since you asked so nicely," Negan grinned. He got up and walked to the back of the building where the holding cells were located.

Michonne looked at Rick once more, wishing she could go to him but knowing better than to make such a move. He smiled solemnly at her, silently letting her know that they would talk later about what had occurred earlier in the day.

"Michie, thank you for coming!" Sasha cried out, scooping her cousin into her arms.

Michonne broke free, shooting Sasha a stern look. "Let's go," she said flatly. She gave one more glance to Rick before leading Sasha and Bob out the door.

Once they were in the car, Michonne turned to her cousin sitting in the passenger seat. "What the hell were you thinking, Sash?! That could have ended very badly for you!"

"Aww, here you go…I don't need one of your lectures, Michonne. I did what needed to be done."

"Why do you have to make everything hard?" Michonne asked, genuinely curious about her cousin's motivations.

"Look, Michonne…," Bob interjected.

"Shut up, Mr. Stookey! This is probably all your doing and I doubt anyone with your past should be making waves!" Michonne said, cutting him off.

"My past? Listen, you don't know anything about me?" he retorted.

"My point exactly…at least we agree on something, Bob. Remind me…how did you get in trouble with the law again?"

"Michonne!" Sasha yelled furiously.

"That was bullshit! The pigs are always trying to pin something on a black man…but you already know that don't you Michonne," Bob refuted.

Michonne abruptly pulled the car to the side of the road and parked. "Get out," she instructed the man.

"What?" he asked, confused.

"You heard me, get the fuck out!" Michonne screamed.

"Michonne, what are you doing?" Sasha questioned angrily. "You can't put him out…how is he supposed to get home?"

"I don't care how he gets home…I just want him away from me."

"Fine, let's go," Sasha said to Bob, opening the passenger door and getting out. She slammed the door shut as Bob exited the vehicle.

Michonne hurriedly drove off, leaving them standing on the side of the road.

As she played back Bob's insensitive words, she gripped the steering wheel tighter, screaming and crying as her frustration and sorrow overtook her.


A couple of days later, things had settled down. Michonne hadn't spoken to Sasha, but her focus was no longer on the blow up with her cousin. She placed her pencil on the small wooden desk and gripped the paper packet in her hands. Recanting a silent prayer, she stood and walked over to the proctor, handing the stern-faced white woman her completed exam.

"Good luck, Ms. Hawthorne," the woman stated, reading the name on the packet. "Your results will be mailed to you soon."

"Thank you, ma'am," Michonne replied.


A short while later, Michonne entered her empty house, kicking off her heels and throwing her purse on the sofa. She had one person on her mind and couldn't wait to relay the news to him. She picked up the phone and dialed…

"Hello, Dixon residence," Daryl answered.

"Hi Daryl, it's Michonne. Is Rick around?"

Daryl smirked, handing the phone to his friend.

"Hello," Rick answered eagerly, having a good idea of who was on the other end.

"I did it!" Michonne squealed. "I took my exam and I think I did well!"

"I know you did, sweetheart. Congratulations on gettin' one step closer to becomin' a nurse," he smiled into the receiver.

"Thank you, Rick. I can't believe it's finally happening."

"Mike would be proud of you…I'm proud of you. I hope you don't mind me sayin' that?" he asked carefully.

Michonne felt a slight pang in her heart at the mention of Mike's name. She wished he could be here to see her realize her dreams. Nevertheless, she appreciated Rick's sentiment and the respectful way he handled her grief.

"I don't mind, Rick," she replied softly.

"Listen, how about I take you somewhere for a few days...you know, to celebrate."

"I haven't been accepted yet," Michonne chuckled.

"Yeah, I know," he drew out in his honey-laced twang. "But it's an accomplishment all the same. Besides, I think you need to decompress after everythang that's happened."

Michonne knew he was referring to the debacle with Sasha and Bob. He was right, she needed a reprieve.

"Okay, what do you have in mind?" she asked, intrigued by the notion of spending more than a couple of hours alone with him.

"How about I surprise you?" Rick suggested.

"Sure, why not?" she giggled, hearing keys jiggling outside the front door. "Hey, listen," my mom is just getting home with Dre. I'll call you later, okay?"

"I'm lookin' forward to it, sweetheart," Rick said, disconnecting the call.

"Hi, mama!" Andre exclaimed as he entered the house and threw his bookbag on the sofa.

"Hey peanut, how was school?"

"Good, but Ginny was absent again today," the little boy stated with worry in his eyes.

"Oh no, I hope she's okay," Michonne responded with the same concern.

"I saw Nora up at the school picking up some papers today," Anna added. "Didn't get a chance to speak to her, though."

"Maybe Ginny's daddy can bring her a surprise and make her feel all better!" Andre announced. "She said her daddy likes to bring her surprises. The last time she was sick, he brought her a new dolly."

Michonne looked dumbfounded, recalling what Nora told her about the girl's father being out of the picture. Clearly there was more to the story.

"Andre, have you ever met Ginny's daddy?" Michonne inquired.

"No, he's a secret," the boy shrugged. "I'm gonna go wash my hands and get ready for my snack," he said, running off.

Michonne looked at her mother, "Mama, what do you know about Ginny's father? Nora told me he wasn't around."

"I don't know who he is, but I have my suspicions. There's a reason she's keeping him a secret. Have you seen the little girl?" Anna remarked knowingly.

Michonne understood what her mother was implying. Nora's complexion was light, but her daughter could almost pass for being white. "I see," she stated.

"You know how these things work, Michonne. It's a tale as old as time."

Michonne nodded, thinking this the perfect segue into the conversation she needed to have with her mother.

"Um, mommy…sit down for a second. I need to talk to you about something."

Anna obliged, taking a seat on the sofa, and waited patiently for her daughter to speak.

"When you asked me about my relationship with Rick, I wasn't completely honest with you. The truth is…Rick and I are more than just friends."

"Little girl, you ain't telling me anything I haven't already figured out. I saw the way the two of you looked at each other," Anna smirked.

Michonne was taken back by her mother's revelation, but then again, this was Anna Jameson. Nothing got past the woman.

"I have feelings for him…strong feelings," Michonne continued.

"Oh honey, you're grieving, and Rick's been there for you...that can confuse things. How can you be sure of what you feel?"

"I'm sure of how I feel when I'm with him, mommy. He helps me forget about the pain."

"Oh, baby," Anna comforted her daughter, drawing her into a hug. "Rick is a good man, but you need to be careful. It may feel good to be together, but there are other people to consider. You both have young children…and I hate to keep bringing up the obvious, but he's a white deputy in rural Georgia."

"I'm aware of all that…and it's why I was so hesitant to let him in, but I want to explore this" Michonne asserted, exhaling a heavy breath. "Mama, Rick asked to take me away for a couple of days and I want to go. Will you take care of Andre?"

Anna sighed, patting Michonne's lap with her dainty hand. "Sure…I'll watch him. Just remember what I said about being careful."

"I will…I promise."


The next day, Negan clutched a purple teddy bear in his hand as he walked up to the triage desk at the children's hospital. The slender Negro woman sitting at the desk greeted him with a curious gaze.

"Can I help you sir?" she asked, eyeing his uniform.

"Yeah, I'm here to see a patient…Genevieve Johnson."

"Umm…who are you to the patient, sir?" the woman asked.

Growing inpatient, Negan shot her a stern look. "Just point me in the direction of her room. I know the child's mother."

The nurse hesitated for a moment, contemplating what she should do. Not wanting to cause any trouble, she acquiesced to his demand. She looked through a stack of paperwork until she found Ginny's name. "Ah yes, she's up on the third floor, room 305."

"Thank ya' kindly," Negan nodded, tapping the desk with his knuckles.

He took the elevator up to the third floor and located Ginny's room. He pushed the door open and saw his little girl lying fast asleep in the hospital bed. Her body looked so small, almost being sucked up by the thick blankets placed on top of her. Her long hair was scattered across the pillow, like a halo around her head. His little angel had never looked so frail, and it broke his heart. Nora was nowhere to be found and he was grateful he'd timed his visit just right, knowing she hadn't yet got off work.

"Princess," he whispered, sitting on the bed beside Ginny and stroking her hair. "Wake up."

Ginny's hazel-green eyes fluttered open, and she offered him a weak smile. "Daddy?"

"I'm here, baby."

"Mommy said you weren't coming. She said you were too busy."

"Well, your mama was wrong…and guess what? I brought you a present," Negan announced, handing her the bear.

Ginny smiled, taking the gift from him.

"You like it?" he asked his daughter.

"Mm-hmm…she's so soft," she replied, squeezing the bear in her arms. "Am I gonna be okay, daddy?"

"Yeah, princess…you're gonna be better in no time. You have my word," Negan promised her, needing it to be true.


Just outside of Savannah, Rick and Michonne were settling into their first night at the Grimes Family cabin.

"That steak was delicious," Michonne said as Rick cleared their empty plates from the table.

He smiled at her appreciatively. "I'm glad you liked it. There's more where that came from."

"You're turning out to be quite the cook. If this whole deputy thing doesn't work out, you have a career as a chef," Michonne joked, standing to join him at the sink.

"I'll keep that in mind," he smirked, gathering her into his arms and gently kissing her forehead.

"Thanks for bringing me here," she said seriously.

"It's my pleasure, darlin'. Are you enjoying yourself so far?"

"Yes, it's so peaceful here and the scenery is beautiful."

"We used to spend our summers here. It was my favorite time of the year," Rick noted. "Come on, I got a surprise for you."

Michonne followed Rick as he led her by the hand into the quaint living area, adorned with a sofa and loveseat, masterfully carved out of yellow pine wood and complete with plush cushions for comfort. On the floor was a thick bearskin rug lying appropriately in front of the stone fireplace. The crackling fire provided warmth as the evening air swept in a chill through the slightly ajar window. Michonne inhaled, enjoying the rustic scent of pine as it invaded her senses.

"Wait here," Rick said as he briefly disappeared into the adjoining room.

Michonne sat on the sofa, curious as to what he was up to. A moment later he returned, wheeling in a vintage record player on a small cart.

"Oh my goodness!" Michonne beamed with delight as she stood from the sofa.

Seconds later and they were serenaded by The Flamingos belting out I Only Have Eyes for You. Rick extended his hand to Michonne, willingly accepting her into his arms. The words resonating as they began to sway, staring longingly at one another…

My love must be a kind of blind love

I can't see anyone but you

Sha bop sha bop

Sha bop sha bop

Are the stars out tonight?

I don't know if it's cloudy or bright

I only have eyes for you…

The room suddenly grew warmer as Michonne melted into Rick's desperate embrace. He held her so close, she could feel the beating of his heart…she could almost hear his thoughts and decipher the pleading in his unspoken words. This is what it felt like to have someone understand your every need, to have them see beyond your brokenness and embrace you as you are. He looked at her as if he could see into her soul and it made her feel safe in his arms. This is what it felt like to be saved.

The moon may be high

But I can't see a thing in the sky

I only have eyes for you…

"I want you to be mine, Michonne." Rick whispered, softly running his hands down her back, relishing the silkiness of her blouse. "I've never met anyone like you…you're like the answer to my prayers," he continued, stopping his hands at the small of her back. He could feel the heat burning inside, the nearness of her lighting a fire in his core.

"Rick…" she whispered, getting lost in his eyes, his scent, and his touch.

"I know it's scary, darlin'…but you don't have to be afraid. Everything we need…is right here," he said, taking her hands into his and placing them above his heart, then hers.

You are here and so am I

Maybe millions of people go by

But they all disappear from view

And I only have eyes for you…

He captured her lips into a sensual kiss as they continued to sway to the music, enchanted by their closeness.


The next day was unseasonably warm and the pair found themselves enjoying a late afternoon swim in the lake near the cabin. They hadn't thought to bring swimsuits, but their underwear worked just as well.

"Rick…no fair," Michonne laughed, dodging Rick's attempt to douse her with the cool water.

Her laughter intensified as she felt herself being lifted into the air. She looked down at him for a moment, taking in his tanned skin, no doubt from spending the summer in the Georgia sun. Rick's forearms flexed as he held her tightly, the prominent veins on full display and it was one of the sexiest things she'd ever seen. The feeling of weightlessness broke her out of her trance, and she began to playfully kick and scream.

"Rick, put me down…play nice!"

"I am playin' nice…I didn't dunk ya' did I?" he smirked, lowering her back into the water.

She draped her arms around his neck and played with his wet hair, enjoying the curls at the nape of his neck. Droplets of water dripped down his face and she noticed a tiny, barely visible mole on his right cheek, just above his lips.

"What?" he asked, getting anxious under her intense gaze.

"Nothing, relax deputy. I was just admiring your face," she chuckled.

"Is that right? It can't be half as appealing as yours."

"You think my face is appealing?" she asked, slightly tilting her head to the side, as they treaded the water, still holding onto each other.

"I think your face is the most gorgeous thing I've ever seen," he replied just above a whisper, kissing her tenderly.

Before long, he deepened the kiss, sinking his fingers into the tight curls that had formed in her drenched hair. Michonne broke the kiss, feeling a bit self-conscious when she noticed what he was doing.

"What's wrong?" he asked, reading her troubled expression.

"My hair must look a mess," she noted, pointing to her thick tresses.

"Michonne…I don't want you worrying about things like that," he assured her, knowing what she was thinking. "I love everything about you…all of you is beautiful."

"It's just that…I know you aren't used to being with a Negro woman. I don't want you to be surprised by things like kinky hair…"

"Shh," he cut her off with another kiss. "Like I said, you're beautiful…prettiest thing I've ever seen. Slowly, he caressed the side of her face with his thumb, following the path of a wayward waterdrop as it slid down her cheek. Her umber skin glowed in the sunlight, almost taking on a golden undertone. "You're breathtaking," he murmured, kissing her once more.

She looked into his eyes and knew he meant it. This wasn't curiosity for him…being with her wasn't to fulfill some misguided fetish. This was the real deal. She knew he was as enamored with her as she was with him, and for all the right reasons.

"Let's get out of here and dry off," he said, penetrating her thoughts. "I don't know about you but I'm starving."

"I could eat," she smiled, realizing she was falling deeper and deeper by the second.


Evening had come, bringing in the crisp temperatures more characteristic of an autumn night. Michonne and Rick lazily laid across a hammock, observing the stars as they danced across the sky. The smell of cedar and pine was heavy in the air, adding to the ambience of the serene setting.

Michonne nestled her body closer to Rick, resting her head on his broad chest. She toyed with the buttons on his shirt, thinking about how handsome he looked in the color, pale blue to compliment his azure eyes. She slowly closed her eyes, relaxing into the moment. It was quiet, only the occasional sound of insects chirping or the sway of the leaves on the surrounding trees reacting to the gentle breeze, could be heard.

Before long, Michonne's thoughts drifted to Mike. They were always trying to steal peaceful moments like this, but one thing or another always seemed to get in the way. She wished they had taken more time to stop and enjoy the simple things. She never realized how important it was to seize the moment until there were no more moments left to seize…at least not with Mike…but Rick was here, and she vowed to remain present with him.

Just for an instant, she allowed herself to compare the two men who had managed to steal her heart, one over the course of years, the other in just a few short months. They were different, yet the same. Mike was sophisticated and smooth, Rick was less worldly but carried himself with the same warm, southern charm that went down easy like a nice brandy on a cold night. Yes, she was enraptured with him, and it felt good.

"You've been pretty quiet tonight. Everything okay?" Rick asked, stroking the small of her back.

"Yeah, everything is perfect. Just thinking…," she replied softly.

"About…?" he asked carefully.

"I'm just thinking about how happy I am we decided to do this," she smiled.

"What…lying outside, looking at the stars or coming here?"

Michonne giggled, tracing his defined jawline with her finger, enjoying the prickly sensation of his stubble.

"Getting to know each other again, coming here, giving this a chance…all of it," she replied pensively.

Rick tilted his nose closer to her hair, indulging in the scent of coconut oil. The smell reminded him of his childhood when his grandmother would bake macaroons. It was comforting, much like everything about being with Michonne.

"Michonne, I know this isn't easy for you. It's only been a few months since your world was turned upside down…by someone just like me…"

"You're right, Rick…it wasn't easy to let you in, but don't ever compare yourself to the man who took Mike from me. It doesn't matter what skin color you have or what you do for a living, you're kind and compassionate. You genuinely want to help people and you would never judge people based on something as trivial as race or class. I'm happy you pushed me," she conveyed earnestly.

"That means everything to me," Rick whispered, lifting her chin to capture her lips.

The kiss was slow and sweet, a peck to the lips, then another. Soon, Rick's hand was grasping the plump flesh of Michonne's bottom through her jeans. He pulled her up closer to him, causing both to erupt in laughter when the hammock nearly tipped over from the shift in weight.

"Sorry about that," Rick apologized as they quickly recovered.

Michonne offered him an adoring smile and rejoined their lips, kissing him passionately. She parted her mouth to allow his warm tongue entry. He tasted like chocolate and marshmallows from the s'mores they consumed earlier. She moaned into his mouth, savoring the sweetness. His taste and the feel of his hands moving deftly across her body had her in a frenzy. She broke the kiss and pulled back to look into his eyes.

"Do you want to go inside?" she asked, hoping he would say yes.

"Yeah," he responded softly.


Back inside, they stood by the queen-sized bed in the master bedroom of the cabin. Their eyes remained locked on one another, hearts beating, and skin flushed from the heat radiating through their bodies.

Michonne's face betrayed her, revealing just how eager she was to give herself to Rick in every way. She drew in a breath, willing herself to remain calm as his finger ghosted across her pouty mouth. He followed up with a kiss, slowly dragging his tongue over her bottom lip.

"Are you sure?" he questioned, remembering her initial hesitancy with becoming intimate.

"Yes," she nodded.

"I won't hurt you…I'll be gentle," he promised her.

Michonne stood still, allowing Rick to undress her, all the while thinking to herself… what am I doing, what are we doing? Her mind was a chaotic mess, but her body was clearly craving him, all of him, his touch, his kisses, the warmth of his wet tongue, the fullness of his manhood…that yearning consumed her as she gave into her desires, kissing him hungrily and lacing her fingers through his silky hair. She wondered if he felt it too…the overwhelming realization that they were throwing caution to the wind and were on the verge of becoming one, no more holding back, no more worrying about what other people would think about them being together. The only thing that mattered was the two of them, together in this moment.

"Don't be…don't be gentle," she murmured, taking the opportunity to unbutton his shirt. Pushing it off his shoulders, she grazed her fingers across his chest. His skin was hot to the touch. She gifted his pecs with soft, wet kisses, causing him to close his eyes as the feeling sent shockwaves through him.

Soon, they were both completely naked. Rick gently eased Michonne onto the bed, cupping her breasts and running his fingers over her stiff nipples. Exploring her throat with his tongue, he settled between her legs and offered her a series of needy kisses. His lips felt pillowy soft to the touch, contrasting with the roughness of his strong hands as they ran up her thighs, eventually making their way to her wet center. She shivered as he ran his thumb across her slit.

Her needy moans lit a fire inside of him, he enjoyed that she was enjoying him…that she wanted him as much as he wanted her. Michonne was the cause of his nightly insomnia, the things he dreamed of doing to her couldn't be spoken out loud, at least not by the decent, southern gentleman his mama raised him to be, but right now he was feeling anything but decent, ready to bury himself inside her walls and explore every inch of the deliciousness he craved every night…and throughout the day. Now was his moment to finally make what was once fantasy a reality, making his dreams come true. The adoration and unadulterated lust he felt for this woman consumed him. She made him feel like he was home, like he'd found everything he'd been searching for, everything he ever wanted or needed, he'd found it in her.

"Michonne," he breathed, unable to think of anything else to say. His long, thick cock twitched in anticipation as he slowly entered her, grimacing from the sheer pleasure of her warm walls enveloping his manhood.

Michonne's mouth parted, and she released a strained moan as he gradually sank deeper, taking his time to get her acclimated to his size.

"Oh my god…Rick," she purred into his ear, her fingers grasping at the slightly damp flesh on his back.

He began winding and twisting his hips in a delicious, yet tortuously slow motion. His hands gripped her thighs tight as he pushed in even further.

"Mmm…" he moaned, getting lost in her. She was so wet and tight; he hadn't been fully prepared for how good this would feel.

As he moved inside of her, Michonne felt herself coming undone. It felt as if all her erogenous zones were being stimulated at once. She was floating…like an out of body experience, but she willed herself to come back, not wanting to miss a single moan or whisper of his appreciation for her body.

"Don't stop…please don't stop," she begged.

After a moment, Rick found himself no longer able to maintain his relaxed tempo. Panting through the pleasure, he picked up his speed. Michonne gripped his biceps, feeling the veins bulging while he thrust into her, hard and fast, forcing her to cry out in blissful agony.

"Rick…Rick…" she murmured repeatedly.

The sound of his name on her lips turned him on in the worst way. She was something he couldn't miss…thankfully, he wouldn't have to…she was giving herself to him and he was willing to take all of her.

The room felt like a sauna as they rocked together, beads of sweat gathering on their skin, and still, they couldn't get close enough. Michonne pulled him nearer until they were lying skin to skin. Rick wasted no time reclaiming her lips, offering her a kiss that took her breath away.

"Make me feel good, Rick," she pleaded, running her fingers through his waves.

Instead of responding with words, Rick let his body do the talking. Clutching the back of her thighs, he pushed them further apart as he pounded into her. Their lovemaking became almost feral in nature, both coming unglued with unrestrained yearning. Their fever-pitched moans filled the room, a crescendo of sighs, gasps, and curse words accompanying them.

"Fuck," Rick moaned, fervently sliding in and out of her, each time her dripping center gripping him tighter. He was close, but he urged himself to hold on longer, needing to make sure she was satisfied.

Michonne exhaled, as he took her apart and put her back together again. Every stroke brought her closer and closer to heaven. She could no longer contain it, she had to give into her release. "Mmmm…goddd" she drew out, her eyes fluttering shut.

Rick felt her body shudder against his, followed by the trickle of her warmth as it coated his swollen head and shaft. He drove into her faster, repeatedly hitting her spot. She continued to cry out in ecstasy, grabbing his hair so tight, it slightly stung, but he didn't mind. She felt too good, more perfect than he could have imagined.

With a loud groan, he finally let go, his pelvis working overtime and his abdomen spasming as his release clutched him. He kept thrusting, emptying himself as Michonne clenched his backside, keeping him inside of her. They kissed sloppily, both moaning in shared bliss.

Eventually, their movements halted, but they remained entangled, gazing wistfully at one another, neither having the words to express what this moment meant, but one thing was for certain, there was no turning back.


The following morning, Rick and Michonne awoke in each other's arms. After making love for a second time, they showered together and enjoyed a breakfast of omelets and fresh fruit. Now, they were packing to return home, their break from the world had come to an end.

"This was so amazing," Michonne proclaimed, kissing Rick on the cheek as she passed by him to put the remainder of her clothes in her suitcase.

He stopped her in her tracks and pulled her into his embrace, tenderly smooching her lips.

"You don't know how much it means to me to hear you say that," he smiled. "I wish we could stay longer."

"Me too," she agreed, wrapping her arms around his neck.

He brought her closer, caressing her hair. "Let me hold you…just a little longer, okay?"

"Okay," she whispered, lying her head on his shoulder.

They stood there for what felt like an eternity, neither wanting to let go, but eventually they did. They finished packing and started hauling the bags out to Rick's car.

"Wait," Rick said, suddenly halting his steps as they reached the trunk.

"What is it?" Michonne asked, slightly startled.

"Shh, do you hear that? It sounds like voices."

"Rick…" she began to say.

"Go back inside," he instructed her.

His rattled state had her worried, so she did as he told her, dropping her bag, and rushing inside the cabin.

Maybe it was his intuition as a cop, or the fact that Rick knew this place wasn't often frequented by outsiders, but he immediately felt something was amidst. He quietly put his suitcase on the ground and retrieved the Colt Python he kept in his glove compartment.

Making his way down the narrow trail that led to the main road, he uncovered the cause of his concern. Two rugged-looking men sat, drinking beers in the cab of a run-down pick-up truck, decorated with a large confederate flag. It seemed Rick caught them off guard because they both flinched when they saw him.

"Howdy," the slender man greeted him. "You scared the bejesus out of us. We didn't know anyone was up here."

"This is private property," Rick stated flatly.

"Oh, we ain't hurtin' nobody," the other man replied. "Just havin' a few beers is all."

"Well, that may be, but like I said…this is private property, so you best be on your way now," Rick reiterated, shifting his stance, and placing his hands on his hips.

"What's your problem buddy? I said we ain't botherin' nobody," the man repeated, placing his beer bottle in the cab of the truck, and hopping down.

"You're botherin' me…now leave," Rick demanded.

The stocky man began walking toward Rick, undoubtedly ready to square off.

"Lenny, come on man…it ain't worth it," his companion called out.

"Nah, somebody needs to give this fucker a lesson in manners," Lenny growled.

"I wouldn't come any closer if I were you," Rick warned, slightly lifting his shirt to reveal his Colt.

The man quickly ceased his steps and held up his hands. "Hey, we ain't lookin' for any trouble. We'll go," he said, backing up towards his truck.

Rick watched as they got inside their vehicle and peeled out onto the road. He dropped his head and let out a sigh of relief, thankful that he and Michonne hadn't encountered them on their way out. If they had, things could have turned ugly. After taking a moment to gather himself, he made his way back to the cabin.

"Michonne," he said, swinging the door open.

"Rick," she gasped, raising from the sofa, and meeting him in the doorway. "What's wrong?"

"Everything is okay now. A couple of guys were parked by the main road."

"Oh…" she said, not fully grasping his concern.

"They didn't look like the type who would be too happy to see us together," he added.

"Are they gone? Are you sure they didn't see me?" she asked frantically.

"Hey…we're fine. I took care of it," he reassured her, taking her into his arms.

"Is this how it's going to be, Rick? Will we have to hide all the time?"

"What? No…it won't be like that, Michonne. Some people are just worth avoiding," he asserted, kissing the top of her forehead.

She was visibly shaken up, trembling in his arms and for the first time, he felt guilty. He hated the idea of her living in fear.

"I'll never let anyone hurt you, Michonne," he whispered, secretly hoping that promise was never put to the test.


Back in King County, Jack sat at the desk in his study, babysitting a glass of whiskey.

He opened the drawer and pulled out the small black and white photo, casting his eyes on each of the occupants, before locking them on Lawrence Jameson. His stare remained fixed on the man, as images of the last time they saw each other played in his mind.

Darlene was wrong, the day of the photo was not their last encounter. He'd gone to see Lawrence at the hospital in Atlanta. He knew the man was ill and needed to make sure their arrangement was still in place. He couldn't have the Jameson's causing trouble for his family. What he hadn't expected, was the outcome of that visit.

After Lawrence passed away, he buried all of it, hoping to close the door on that chapter of his life forever, but now the past had resurfaced.

He dropped the photo on the desk and picked up the phone. He dialed the number and waited as the phone rang on the other end. Finally, a woman answered…

"Hello," she said into the receiver.

"Is this Joanna Hawthorne?"

"Yes, how can I help you?"

"My name is Jack Shepard. I'm calling because I believe we have common interests."


Song Lyrics: My Girl by The Temptations and I Only Have Eyes for You by The Flamingos.

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