Fate Is Fickle Until It Ain't

by Richonnelover05

Two strangers at the beginning of the apocalypse share an important connection but are fated not meet and instead go down two different paths. Fate however has bonded these two through one shared commonality, Carl Grimes. After years of separate hardships and tragedies for both Rick and Michonne, will fate finally draw the two experienced warriors together?

15. Chapter 15-What Comes After

Ok, this is it! The end of my long-little story. Full disclosure. I ended this story with full-blown silliness. I love some good silly shenanigans, so if silly is not your thang, you may not like this chapter. For those that do, well, prepare for some tomfoolery.

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Chapter 15—What Comes After

"Then Andre did this crazy ass, suspended in the air, twisty turn and whipped his katana mid-fucking flight and SLASH!" Abraham yelled for dramatic effect which startled everyone enough for them to jolt in alarm, "Andre severed The Saviors gun holding arm clean off! I mean arm on the ground and blood gushing everywhere like that old Tarantino movie? I forget the name. But then like half a damn second later he went airborne again and did another two quick spials and CHOP!" Abe hollered even louder causing his audience to jump again and Carol almost dropped her glass of wine.

"Abe, please!" Carol pled as she frustratingly wiped the droplets of wine from her pants, but Abe completely ignored the gray-haired woman.

"I don't think it was gushing like that…." Andre tried to clarify but was also ignored by Abe who just kept right on telling his tale.

"Andre cut the arm off another guy before landing and tumbling on the ground. Like a damn tumble that toddlers do, you know when they tuck and roll, only more badass, and then HACK! Abe screamed again, much louder this third time and Carol just knew it was on purpose at cut her eyes at the redhead, "He sliced a third man's ankles clean the fuck off and in a smooth motion and just kept running," Abe exclaimed a little out of breath after getting the order of events mixed up and the details inflated.

"I sliced the ankles later when I…" Andre started but Abe just kept telling the story and not caring about the order of events.

It was the action that mattered to Abe. Not the timeline.

"I mean all in one fluid fucking motion. It was fucking insane shit balls amazing! And Carl, that kid threw five fucking stars at the same damn time, AT THE SAME DAMN TIME!"

"No, I needed to aim them so I actually…" Carl interrupted but was overtalked by Abe.

"I think he might have even had all five of them stars in one hand! And he hit every single target. WHAT THE FUCK! MY MIND WAS FUCKING BLOWN! AND THE DAMN GUTS! ALL THE DAMN GUTS! Those sum bitch wolves and saviors were slipping and sliding in their own guts after Andre and Carl cut em open! I mean intestines spilling out everywhere!" Exclaimed Abraham as he overly embellished the action during the extended family dinner at the Grimes household in Alexandria.

Carl and Andre chose not contradict Abe anymore. He was going to tell the story that he wanted so they just went with the flow.

Rick annoyingly listened to Abe while he sat impatiently on his couch, silently huffing, and quietly ranting through deep breaths of frustration with the occasional inaudible mutter of complaint thrown in as a bonus. As he sat slumped at the end of his living room sofa, he wished everyone would leave so that he could salvage a little of his evening with his wife. Rick was already pissed that his prolonged stay in The Kingdom did not allow him to partake in some good Michonne ass as was planned, but when he found out about the Hilltop stop, Rick was just plain ole agitated. By the time he found out about the visitors to his home, he was downright livid. Rick's balls were full and at their limit. After Jessie, Rick forced himself to be content that he might just have to work his own release, possibly for the rest of his life. But now that he had Michonne. Now that he had a wife with a body that was made for licking and sucking and eating and fucking and kissing and hugging and cuddling and caressing and licking and sucking and eating and fucking, Rick would be damned if he handled his own business when he could release his tension into his sexy ass wife.

Rick was tense and grabbed one of the throw pillows and squeezed it tightly in his lap. He was ready to explode watching Michonne prance around the house being the good host. Rick had not had a taste of his wife in days, since before they left for The Kingdom to drop off the Andersons, and Michonne's seductive body was now fully consuming his mind. Rick gazed seductively as Michonne's breasts bouncing inside her tight shirt as she laughed at Abe's antics, and he licked his lips lasciviously before blowing out his hundredth breath of frustration. Rick was shaken from his impish thoughts when Abe's voice boomed across the living room yet again.

"Then Michonne fucking sliced off the heads of like, six wolves at the same time with her sword and their heads just bounced around on the ground. I swear they were looking at me like they were still alive! I think one of them heads asked me for help! It was amazeballs!" Abe continued with his slightly hyperbolic retelling.

Rick rolled his eyes at Abe in annoyance, wishing he would just shut the fuck up, leave his house, and take the rest with him. Rick closed his eyes and managed to tune out all the shenanigans around him and tried to return to fantasizing about his sexy wife, more specifically, the last time they did the horizontal tango. But his own mind fought against him, and Rick only managed to recall as far back as earlier that morning when he was excited to leave the Kingdom. To that moment of happiness he felt just a second before his plans lay shattered in the dirt, then stomped on by the very woman in his naughty visions. To the time when Michonne, his own wife, the love of his life, did him dirty.

Rick giddily raced from the cafeteria to his car that was already packed, gassed, and ready for travel back to Alexandria. He savored that delicious feeling of liberation as he anticipated the peace and the pussy that he was mere hours from settling into once he returned home. While everyone else was still inside the cafeteria bagging their breakfast to-go, Rick leaned against the car thinking that immediately upon stepping foot inside his house, he would escort Michonne to the shower, then to the bed, then maybe to the shower again. Rick was in a full-blown grinning delirium right before it was replaced by mind-numbing crushing disappointment. Rick felt his gorgeous ear-to-ear- grin falter then fade completely after a grating setback. A frown formed on his handsome face after an annoying surprise. A breath of dissatisfaction was blown from his perfectly plump pink lips after a frustrating revelation. And a string of curse words spilled from his sexy, deep country accent after a dastardly reveal.

The grating setback was Ezekiel.

Once Rick's family arrived at car, Rick became even more impatient with Ezekiel's unnecessary conversation and early morning theatrics. Rick was ready to go, and Ezekiel just kept yapping and yapping.

"Fair Maiden and young squires, how did you slumber last eve? I hope you all rested well in your shared chambers!" Exclaimed Ezekiel who was a little too peppy for Rick's taste that early in the morning.

"That sour vinegar wine didn't sit too well, so not so good Ezekiel!" Rick spat trying to be a little miserly to offset Ezekiel's buoyant attitude and throw him a little shade at the same time.

Ezekiel side eyed Rick.

"Rick, no worries, our fine winemakers are close to perfecting our glorious, fruited spirits and the next time you grace The Kingdom with your knightly presence, the most delicious liquid will pass your lips in pure pleasure!" Expounded Ezekiel and Rick rolled his eyes.

"I wanted the most delicious liquid to pass through my lips last night, but you and my kids cockblocked that little plan," muttered Rick under his breath.

"What now?" Asked Ezekiel who thankfully did not fully hear what Rick uttered to himself.

"I said can't wait!" Replied a sardonic Rick and Ezekiel grinned widely completely missing Rick's less than friendly tone.

"GREAT!" Enthused Ezekiel.

"Where's Shiva? Can we say goodbye?" Asked an exited Andre a little bummed when he did not see The King walk out with his tiger.

"I will see if my sturdy steed has awakened!" Replied the King and walked towards Shiva's quarters.

"WAIT! WE DON'T HAVE TIME FOR THAT!" Rick yelled to a retreating Ezekiel followed by and eager Andre and Carl.

"OF COURSE WE DO! BESIDES, I WON'T SEE HER FOR SEVERAL DAYS! I WANT TO SAY GOODBYE TOO!" Shouted Ezekiel to a perplexed Rick.

Rick looked at a disappearing Andre who was dancing in excitement as he followed The King and Carl and then to Michonne who was looking mighty guilty. Rick stood perplexed trying to figure out why Ezekiel would not see his tiger for a while.

"Don't be mean Rick. Ezekiel and I are working hard on that wine," Carol requested as she walked by Rick to begin packing her and Ezekiel's car.

Rick nodded and felt a little remorseful and told Carol that on his next trip to The Kingdom, they will deliver a couple cases of wine from the wedding to maybe use a tasting guide.

"Thanks! But no worries, Rick. Morgan, Ezekiel, and I can bring back the cases ourselves," smiled Carol who stopped packing the car and furrowed her brows wondering why Rick did not offer that suggestion in the first place.

The annoying surprise was Carol, Ezekiel, Morgan, and Duane.

All four were making the trip to Alexandria along with Rick and planned to stay in the empty Anderson house next door to his. Rick wondered why the four were coming to Alexandria, but before he could open his mouth to ask, Michonne took this excellent opportunity as a segway to inform Rick they were all making a stop at Hilltop to visit Maggie, Glenn, Enid, little Herschel, and baby Duri.

The frustrating revelation was Glenn and Maggie.

"When was this decided?" Asked an irritated Rick.

"At dinner last night. You were so busy shoveling down your food, you did not pay attention to the conversation," explained Michonne who almost laughed when his brow creased, and his lips tightened.

That was only the partial truth. The plans were discussed and agreed upon BEFORE dinner, but Michonne was too chicken to break the news to Rick. Besides, Michonne wanted to enjoy her delicious dinner and a ranting Rick would not have allowed that to happen. But there was SOME conversation around the topic during dinner that Rick failed to catch.

"I was trying to get us back to our room Michonne. I was focused on you!" Rick spat eyeing his wife up and down managing to be both salacious and irate at the same time.

"Well, we have to stop by Hilltop Rick," Michonne finalized and gave her husband a quick peck on the lips.

A chaste kiss usually settled Rick. Not this time.

"WHY! I want to go straight home Michonne!" Rick hollered damn near throwing a tantrum.

"Because Glenn suggested a big family get-together to officially hear the story of the Wolves/Savior war straight from the source," Michonne answered a bit hesitantly.

The dastardly reveal was FUCKING EVERYBODY.

"What do you mean get-together? We are staying for lunch at Hilltop?" Asked a confused Rick who was fuming underneath his pretend calm exterior.

"Well," muttered Michonne and watched as Rick cut his eyes at her.

They were stopping at Hilltop so Aaron could pick up Jesus, Glenn, and Maggie, along with little Herschel, Duri, and T-Dog and his family. Maggie and Glenn planned to stay at Rick and Michonne's home for a few nights, as their guest. Rick cut his eyes at Michonne so sharply that when she ran her hand up and down her arms, Michonne expected a deep and bloody gash to have formed.

"Well?" Repeated Rick with his head tilted and hands firmly on his hips waiting for an explanation.

Before dinner, Abe called the communities to check and make sure there were no issues. Abe told Glenn about the battle, and Glenn stopped him mid-tale preferring to hear the story face to face to make sure he got every juicy detail. Glenn told Maggie, and Maggie told Aaron to halt the account that he was telling because they were all going to Alexandria and hear the whole story together. Aaron told Jesus to pack his bags and he would be back after Abe told Aaron he needed to come to The Kingdom because people would be riding with him back to hilltop. Abe also called Sasha. Sasha told Abe to tell Michonne that she would go to the pantry to gather the ingredients for dinner and deliver them to the Grimes household and help her cook. Sasha told Darryl the plan, and Darryl went into their guest bedroom where he kept his stash of moonshine and pulled a few mason jars from under the bed with a satisfied grin.

"We gon party tonight!" Whispered Darryl to his jar of extraordinarily strong, hundred proof liquor.

Abe informed an excited Rosita who cautiously told Michonne the new plan before dinner and grinned at her eager approval. Carol overheard the latest arrangements and after confirming the validity with Michonne and Rosita, sat at the dinner table and told her boyfriend Ezekiel. Ezekiel leaned over and informed Morgan and Morgan told T-Dog. T-Dog ran to radio Hilltop to ask Dr. Carson if his wife's blood pressure was finally controllable enough for him, his wife, and twin babies to go home. Dr. Carson told T-Dog that Jasmine had the all clear and could in fact go home and T-Dog asked Dr. Carter to tell Maggie, so that Maggie could help Jasmine pack. Morgan also told Duane and Duane excitedly ran to the dinner line and, after being asked to be cautious of Rick, who was also in line getting his plate, quietly informed Carl, who was standing just behind his oblivious father.

Carl snuck out of line and he and Duane ran to the communication room and called Alexandria to tell Noah about the sleepover and to gather all the cards and games he could find. Noah, on his way to gather all the games, saw and told Siddiq about the party and Siddiq ran to tell Father Gabriel. Father Gabriel ran into Eugene and then Eugene fist bumped the air and ran to inform Tara about the Grimes Family Social. Carl made another call to Oceanside to inform Cyndie, who begged her grandmother Natania to attend. Natania was extremely interested in hearing the story too and packed her and her Cyndie's bags to ready for the trip to Alexandria. All of this was occurring around an oblivious Rick who was too busy trying to get his wife to hurry and finish eating, so he could eat Michonne out all night, that he completely missed all the hushed tones and party planning antics that had been whispered all over the cafeteria and beyond.

So, with Michonne's approval, dinner plans were made for the following evening with Rick Grimes as the official host. Rick should have paid closer attention to everyone at dinner, but to be fair, they were all whispering the plans around a temperamental Rick. The group left it to Michonne to break the news, especially the part about who would be staying in the Grimes guestroom. With the Anderson house already filled, and the only other available house designated for Natania, Cyndie, and probably Enid, and both of Darryl and Sasha's guestrooms either filled with liquor or baby furniture that left the only option for the Rhee's was the Grimes house. Michonne was not looking forward to telling Rick that part. Rick was already going to throw a fit when he found out they were sharing a room that night the boys and there would be no honeymoon antics. This added information might tip Rick over the edge into insanity and a full-blown meltdown. Michonne preferred to wait to tell Rick the news.

After Carl, Andre, and The King said their extra-long goodbyes to Shiva, Rick almost snatched the keys from Michonne's hand, but thought better of it and instead gently pulled the car keys from Michonne's grasp. Rick however could not resist cutting his eyes at Michonne in displeasure before stomping around to the driver's side of their vehicle and jumping into the driver's seat. Michonne rolled her own eyes and whipped around the car, made her husband get out of the vehicle and ushered him back around to the passenger side. Rick huffed but reluctantly agreed to let his wife drive. Michonne caught on to Rick's subtle, and very devious plan to speed past Hilltop and go straight home and she was not having it. The next thing Rick knew, he was watching Carol, Ezekiel, Morgan and Duane, Glenn, Maggie, baby Herschel precious Duri, and Enid, along with Jesus, Aaron, T-Dog and his family following the Grimes' family vehicle from Hilltop to Alexandria. Rick sucked his teeth when Natania honked her horn and joined the caravan at the halfway point. So that is the story of how an aggravated Rick came to be seated on his couch, highly bothered, and extremely annoyed in his own home, with a huge frown plastered across his face, while listening to Abraham replay the story of the Wolves/Savior war to a houseful of, to let Rick tell it, uninvited guests.

"I MEAN COMPLETELY FUCKING BLOWN!" Shouted Abe again and Rick shook his head at his friend's colorful language.

Michonne looked at Rick with narrowed eyes then at Abe then back at Rick. She wanted Rick to remind Abraham Ford that there were kids in the room. Rick was not going to bother to ask the big man to calm the cursing. Abe was too animated, too tactless, and too indelicate for such a thing to ever occur. Rick thought it would be easier to ask all the kids to just cover their ears. Besides, after the conversation Rick had with Andre in the car on the way from The Kingdom to Hilltop, anythang that Abe said in front of Andre that warranted a question from the tyke, Abe would have to answer for himself. Rick was done with those awkward Abe induced conversations. Rick figured once Abe got a taste of Andre's curious mind, then Abe would definitely be more mindful of his word choice. Rick lowered his head and pressed his fingers on the bridge of his nose as he reflected on car ride with his family on Rick's very reluctant visit to Hilltop. Rick shuttered as he remembered the conversation that he eventually had to shut down and demand that everybody in the car stop talking and not say another damn word, including Michonne, until they made it to Hilltop. Rick was pissed. Rick was done.

"So, Dad. What is eye-fucking and why were you eye-fucking Mom at the fight?" Asked Andre once they got about a mile outside of The Kingdom.

Rick almost swerved completely off the road.

"ANDRE DON'T SAY THAT!" Rick and Michonne both shouted at the same time startling a now wide-eyed Andre.

Rick took a breath and straightened the car and Abe honked behind him to make sure everything was fine. Rick rolled down his window, stretched his arm outside of the car, and shot the middle finger at Abe with some aggressive pumping action added for good measure. The big man wondered why the boss was upset and decided to ask as soon as they made it to Hilltop. Rosita laughed and figured Andre was asking about eye fucking because Andre approached her about it during their stay at The Kingdom. Andre figured since Rosita was Abraham's wife, she would be the best person to answer his question. Rosita just walked away shaking her head and told Andre NOPE! Andre informed her he would ask his parents on the car ride home and Rosita told him that was a great idea. Rosita grinned watching Rick shooting the finger at her husband. She would have loved to be in the car with them when Andre asked his question. Rosita even briefly thought about squeezing into the backseat on the ride back with the Grimes clan but thought better of it. Watching Rick shoot the finger out of a car while going at least fifty miles per hour was satisfying enough.

"Sorry baby, just don't use the following words, ok?" Requested Michonne who listed all the off-limit words she could think of.

Michonne never really cursed in front of the kids, neither did any of the adults at Sutherland, or Siddiq, so Andre hearing those words were very rare, and least until he got to Alexandria. Rick added vocabulary words for his youngest son to nix also. Michonne smirked because Rick was almost as bad as Abe with the cursing out loud. Carl could not stop laughing in the backseat and Andre was annoyed at his older brother.

"So, what is eye-word not allowed, and why were you eye-word not allowing Mom?" Repeated Andre using permissible language only.

Rick huffed and thought about pulling the car over, getting out, flagging Abe's vehicle over, flinging open the door, and strangling Abraham Ford while he still sat in the driver's seat.

"What did I tell you about listening to your uncle Abe?" Asked Rick as he looked at the deadly but still innocent kid through the rear-view mirror trying to deter the conversation.

"You said don't, but I still heard what he said," Answered an unknowing Andre staring back with inquisitive eyes at this father.

Andre was curious, too curious, and Rick looked for some help from Michonne, but she smiled and shrugged her shoulders and turned her head to look out the passenger side window. Rick pursed his lips and rolled his eyes at his wife. Rick looked in the rear-view mirror again and Andre was still highly interested and waiting anxiously for an answer to his question. Andre was not going to give up. Rick turned his eyes to Carl who was snickering and sucked his teeth at his oldest son. It was obvious Rick was going to have to say something to satisfy Andre and it was even more clear that neither Michonne nor Carl were going to be of any assistance.

"It is a look that people give each other, ONLY after they are married to say I love you to each other without using words," Answered Rick who was a little proud at how he described the inappropriate for children motion of the eyes.

Carl snorted and Michonne blurted out a hard laugh that she was trying to contain while still looking out of the window. She was so happy she now had Rick to handle these situations with the boys. She remembered talking to Carl a few years ago after he asked her why he was growing hair in places that previously had none and why when he woke up sometimes his penis was bigger. Michonne stuttered through the whole explanation, and because of her poor attempt at fluency, Carl only really understood about half of what his mother was saying. It was the most difficult conversation Michonne ever had, and she never wanted to have that awkward conversation again. Michonne was ecstatic she was not going to have to experience that mess a second time. Carl poked Michonne on the shoulder and when she turned in her seat to see what he needed, all she saw what a huge smirk across her son's face. Michonne sunk in her seat discomfited at Carl's acknowledgement that he remembered the awkward sex talk too.

"Then why were you so mad about Uncle Abe saying you were eye-wording not allowed Mom? Don't you love mom? And why didn't he just say I love you instead of eye-word not allowed?" Continued an inquiring Andre.

"Because the word he used is a bad word that means something very different," Rick winced immediately regretting his choice of words, but caught himself too late to backtrack.

Rick gripped the steering wheel tightly knowing what was about to come next.

"What does that word not allowed, mean? Why is it bad?" Asked Andre now even more curious and Rick huffed out a breath.

Rick looked to Michonne for a reprieve. To tag herself in the conversation and take over while he took a break. Michonne instead shifted her entire body so that she was sitting sideways in her seat fully facing the passenger door. All Rick saw was the back of her head and her ass. Then Rick grinned when he thought that, if they were quiet enough, and Michonne was amiable to it, he just might be seeing those exact two body parts later that evening when he had her bent over the dresser in their bedroom. Rick was lost in dirty, nasty thoughts which left a long pause between Andre's question and Rick's answer. Carl happily filled that hiatus to help get his father refocused.

"Dad, you have not answered Andre yet. So, what does that word mean?" Asked a highly entertained Carl snapping Rick back to the conversation at hand.

Michonne giggled but coughed to try and cover but Rick knew what Michonne was doing. After rolling his eyes at his unhelpful spouse, Rick fully turned around taking his eyes completely off the road just to stare daggers at Carl and give him a very ominous and universal parental message.

"Boy I will pull this car over," spat Rick and that got Carl and Michonne into a full blown, knee slapping, snort filled, round of laughter.

Both were laughing so hard they had tears flowing from their eyes. Carl had to roll down his window to get some fresh air.

"Will somebody tell me what it means and stop laughing please!" Plead Andre.

"Andre. That is something that adults do that you are too young to know about ok. When you are older, your mom and I will explain it to you," answered Rick more than ready to finish the conversation.

"Is the word in the dictionary? Do we have a dictionary in Alexandria? Can we pull over and get a dictionary and I will look the word up myself? Never mind, I will ask Aunt Maggie for a dictionary when we get to Hilltop. Do you think Aunt Maggie and Uncle Glenn would know? They are married too, and they love each other," Inquired Andre who evidently was not giving up.

Carl and Michonne were cackling amused at how Rick was managing the whole conversation. Rick was tired of listening to his wife and son laughing at his expense, so he decided to make everybody in the car uncomfortable. Rick gave Andre an abridged and tame version of the birds and the bees. Carl shrunk in his seat, groaning, and trying to cover his ears to keep from hearing the highly embarrassing discussion again. But then Carl perked up highly entertained with the edits his father chose. Michonne thought about just jumping from the moving vehicle and hitching a ride with Abe or Aaron. Michonne kept shifting around in her seat and wondering how she was going to make eye contact with her sons after this, but then like Carl, she stared unbelievably at Rick after listening to his explanation.

"And it is a beautiful and private thang between two married people that love each other," finished Rick pleased at his explanation.

Rick watched a perplexed Andre through the rearview mirror and prayed his son was satisfied enough to drop the subject. Andre was not.

"So, people who love each other get naked and hug each other? So, do you and mom get naked and hug each other too? Are you standing and hugging each other? How long do you hug? Do you get tired from hugging for so long and then sit down and keep hugging? Why do you HAVE to be naked to hug? That makes no sense because when I hug you or mom, we all have clothes on. Will I have to get naked to hug girls?" Andre asked a barrage of questions and Rick shook his head and told everyone he was just going to play some music for the rest of the ride.

"Naked hugs Rick? Really?" Asked a dumbfounded Michonne.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Did you want to try your hand at explaining?" Rick suggested sarcastically knowing she would not.

"Whatever," Michonne uttered content to leave the nonsense to Rick.

"We can BOTH clear it up when he gets older," Rick figured as he leaned over and rummaged through the glove compartment looking for a particular CD.

"Dad," called Andre.

"Yeah buddy?" Rick answered looking through the CD's that he now had in his hand.

"What's ball cheese?" Inquired Andre remembering Abe making that exclamation right after the eye-word not allowed comment.

Carl snorted and Michonne huffed out a breath and cursed Abraham Ford. Rick needed everyone in that car to just stop talking and be silent.

"No more talking the rest of the way. Take a nap or somethin," Rick demanded in a highly agitated state as he pushed his favorite CED into the player and the most annoying sound came out.

A little Rockabilly ditty called Action Packed.

"Really Dad?" Asked an irritated Carl.

"Really son," replied a grinning Rick, "And I said no talking, so hush."

Rick kept hitting replay and the song played continuously the whole way to Hilltop. Rick ignored the look of disdain on his wife's face and began snapping his fingers and singing along. 'That will teach the two of them to laugh at The Famous Rick Grimes,' he thought jokingly and started smiling as he turned the volume up louder and pressed his foot on the gas.

"And don't get me started on Michonne t-bagging a Wolf in the forehead with her sword before she ended his ass! I think the kinky motherfucker blushed!" Abe laughed as he continued to animatedly retell exaggerated events of the battle in the woods.

The skirmish was already causing legends to be born of Michonne, Carl, and Andre across the communities and Michonne wanted to set the record straight about what did and did not happen on the battlefield. Separating fact from fiction was proving difficult based on Abe and his exaggerations. The funny thing was, what Michonne did not realize, Abe was telling the truth. Mostly. In between the fabrication of details to set the mood and excessive exaggeration to add some extra drama, the action was spot on. It was too damn unreal to make up. No fantastical story would have been a better tale that what actually happened in the middle of the woods. Being in the middle of the chaos did not give Michonne an arial view of the action, and therefore thought Abraham was contriving the events. He was not. Aside from a few bits of embellishments and a disordered telling of events, shit happened pretty much exactly as told.

"Ok, and then what now? Carl caught his knives mid-air?" Asked Darryl who hated that he missed all the exciting action.

Darryl side-eyed his wife and Sasha narrowed her eyes and reared her head back at her husband in return. Darryl quickly got himself together and smiled at his lovely wife and gave her a chaste kiss hoping that would erase his little faux pas from her memory.

"MID-FUCKING AIR DARRYL!" Exclaimed Abe, "CARL! come over here show em what you did! Andre, get his knives and throw em at Carl like you did before!"

Abe pulled Carl to the center of the living room and Carl blushed after looking at a smiling Cyndie and then looked to his father for help, but Rick was staring at Michonne and ignoring all the Abe antics. Rick wanted everybody to leave and his facial expression as he mean-mugged everyone was noticed by his wife who sat down beside him.

"Rick, fix your face baby. This is nice. You don't want our family and friends to think we don't want them here, do you?" Whispered Michonne seductively close into Rick's ear.

Michonne's soft breath normally drove Rick wild, but not this time.

"I DON'T!" Rick hollered incredulously and Carl snorted overhearing his parent's conversation.

Michonne cut her eyes at Carl then pulled Rick into the pantry for a little private motivational talk.

"Rick, be nice and if you are good after all of this, and IF you can be quiet since we will have guests in the house, I will give you a little naughty taste later," cooed Michonne in his ear then bit his lobe.

Rick closed his eyes and groaned. Michonne was not helping to keep his libido in check.

"Give me a hint. What will my naughty taste be? Can it be a full snack?" Rick inquired as he grabbed Michonne's ass and pulled her close.

Michonne smiled and with just the tip of her tongue, licked the length of Rick's neck starting at his collarbone ending at his jawline then up his chin, around his lips, and ending with Michonne sucking on his bottom lip. Michonne finished with a little love tap to his groin.

'There's your hint," Michonne answered wondering if Rick caught on to her not-so-subtle clue.

"Shit," Rick uttered now even more determined to kick everybody out.

Even his kids. Especially his kids. Rick did not want to be quiet in the bedroom that evening. And he most certainly did not think what Michonne had planned for him would be enough. He wanted his WHOLE snack. Rick wanted to be loud and rough. He wanted EVERYBODY out.

"BUT…BUT! Only if you are good for the rest of the night Rick!" Negotiated Michonne as she sashayed out from the seclusion of the pantry to mingle with the rest of the crew.

Rick wondered how in the hell could be good after getting felt up by his wife in the pantry. He stared at her ass as she sauntered off and took a deep breath to try and clear his dirty mind. Once he exited, Rick went and stood next to an overprotective Darryl who was giving Sasha's pregnant belly a rub. Evidently Sasha quickly forgave her husband of his little eye offense from earlier as she was smiling dreamingly up at her cross bow loving husband.

"Sucker," Rick uttered as he walked away from Darryl.

Carl and Andre were laughing at Abe's retelling of the fight and Carol was walking around offering samples of her new muffin recipe she developed using cracker meal, sweat potatoes, and carrots. After Rick tasted the cake, he shared a near truth with his gray-haired friend.

"Carol, you went too far with this shit. This is gross," Rick insulted and harshly threw the pseudo sweet in the trashcan right in front of her.

Michonne did not know whether to be appalled by Rick's actions or humored. Morgan was detailing to Glenn how he carved his staff, but Glenn was not listening. Glenn was more focused on Abraham's story, but Morgan would not take the hint.

"Morgan, nobody wants to hear your boring story about your stupid stick," Rick lectured then smiled and winked at a grateful Glenn before walking off.

The kids fell out laughing and Morgan rolled his eyes at his son but continued talking to Glenn figuring Rick was just being rude so that everyone would leave. That was partly true too. Rick tried his best, but his little evil comments had no effect. Michonne tried to make eye contact with her husband, who evidently did not know what she meant by 'being good' but Rick refused to meet her eyes. Rick was gonna be Rick and Michonne shook her head speechless. Michonne was relieved when Rick stopped his rampage of insults and sunk back down on the sofa.

Rick looked around and realized that despite his awful attitude, everyone was having a wonderful time. Jesus and T-Dog were sipping on whisky that everyone demanded Darryl retrieve from his secret stash that was absolutely not a secret. Darryl could open three fully stocked liquor stores with all the alcohol he was hiding in his spare guestroom. It was mostly homemade moonshine, but there was plenty of whiskey with a few cases of rum and Sasha forced him to go back home and retrieve anything except for that damn moonshine. The ladies were on their fourth bottle of the seemingly unlimited amount of champagne that was left over from the weddings. Rick smiled. He took deep breath and decided to just give in and have an enjoyable time and joined in on the fun.

"Abraham, you are leaving out the best part!" Rick interrupted and Abe furrowed his brow in contemplation.

"Which part is that boss? You talking about the family kill? I was getting to that!" Asked a curious Abe who was saving the best part for last.

"No, not that part. Let me set the scene. It was dark, but the moon was full so I could see everythang. Andre was busy slicing a Savior to pieces and Carl was stabbing people left and right with his daggers. I think he even had three of em in each hand! You know, sticking out from between his fingers like Wolverine," Rick started his tall tale but was interrupted.

"You know Wolverine?" Asked Michonne and Carl simultaneously in shock.

"I know the Z-people Carl. I used to by those little picture books for you back in the day remember. He was my favorite. Now are you gonna let me finish or not?" Rick asked with a slight tooth suck after his wife and son laughed at him for getting the name of the group incorrect.

"Sorry Dad," chuckled Carl, "go on."

"Anyway, while Carl was stabbing a bloody path through the enemy, one of those dastardly Saviors snuck up behind him. That asshole was right in the middle of pulling his gun on my oldest, and then," Rick paused for effect, and everyone was quiet and leaned forward enthralled in the story.

Rick could hear everyone's bated breath as they waited for him to finish story. Rick pulled Michonne, who was standing next to him, onto his lap and she giggled.

"And what Rick!" Yelled Maggie who was engrossed in the tale.

"And then," Rick smiled and leaned forward like he was just about to tell a secret and licked his lips, "The most handsome devil this side of the apocalypse pulled out his trusty colt. He is the hero of the story you see, and he is evidently famous all over the land," Rick smiled as he ducked because someone threw a pillow at his head, "wait, I ain't finished. The dashing hero cocked his gun and aimed and shot a hole clean through that bad man. Then Michonne, the femme fatale in this here story you see, gasped in utter adoration and worship of him, and then ran over to the hero, that's me, and draped herself around the hero and thanked the famous…"

"Rick are you being serious right now," Michonne giggled.

"Yeah, don't act like you don't remember the tale of The Famous Rick Grimes!" Laughed Rick making fun of what the Savior called him that night.

Next thing Rick knew he was ducking behind Michonne to avoid at least five pillows thrown his way and one nine-year-old son giggling and ready to pounce on top of his father. Carl joined in to help his father survive the pillow assault so that Rick could live to tell another wonderfully exciting tall tale. Rick looked at his family realizing he finally had everything he ever wanted and all it took was an apocalypse and Lori's terrible lack of survival skills to get it.

Over the course of the next eight years, stuff and thangs only blossomed in all four of the communities.

Right after the evening of storytelling and excessive drinking, Abe got a taste of his own medicine when he made another colorful comment in front of Andre and asked his father about it at breakfast. Rick walked his son to Abe's house, banged on his front door, told the tyke to ask his uncle, pushed Andre inside the house, and left. Thirty minutes later, Abe, drenched in sweat and flustered, walked Andre back home and told Rick he would try to control his outbursts in the future. It lasted a week before Andre was right back at Abe's front door. Abe just went with it and made up some fabricated explanations for Andre that made everybody happy. Rosita would listen and shake her head and then tell Rick and Michonne what her husband was telling their son.

"Better Abe than me," shrugged Rick and walked away.

Michonne scoffed and Rosita laughed.

"Well, at least it's tame. It's no worse than naked hugs, I guess. Keep listening and let me know if Abe goes too far," laughed Michonne "or you can convince your husband to mind his tongue when children are around."

"I will just try and listen well, the other is too far-fetched to ever happen," chuckled Rosita.

A few months later, Carl got is first official girlfriend. Unsurprisingly, it was a long-distance relationship with Cyndie from Oceanside. About six months into dating, a fifteen-year-old Carl started begging Rick to teach him to drive so that he could visit Cyndie whenever he wanted. Rick and Michonne laughed at Carl straight in his face.

"Oh, you think you are grown since you got you a little girlfriend. That your dad and I are going to let you drive to see your little girlfriend unattended anytime you want?" Asked an incredulous Michonne, "I will NOT be a grandmother and a new mother at the same time CARL!"

Rick laughed in Carl's face again before the blue-eyed leader quieted and froze once he realized what Michonne just admitted, as did Carl.

"Say what now?" Asked Rick rising from his comfortable chair and Michonne grimaced.

Michonne's tongue slipped. She did not mean for Rick to find out like that.

"I was going to tell you over a nice romantic dinner, but yes, I took an expired pregnancy test. I think I'm pregnant," exclaimed Michonne who needed to take a trip to Hilltop to get it confirmed.

"Oh. My. God. So. Gross," Blanched Carl who began to dry heave.

For a bit, Michonne and Sasha were pregnancy sisters, which was until Sasha went into labor and delivered a bouncing baby boy that Darryl and Sasha named Fletcher, a name that means arrow maker. Sasha furrowed her brow when her husband informed her that he wanted to name their son after his favorite weapon. But in the end, Sasha thought Fuck It. It's the apocalypse. Naming kids after weapons might be the new normal.

"He looks like a Fletcher anyway," Sasha exasperated as she held her bundle of joy in her hands.

Then Michonne and Rosita became pregnancy sisters until Michonne went into labor and had Judith, whom Carl begged his mother to name. He kept rambling on and on about some third-grade teacher and Michonne was heavily pregnant and had a headache and just wanted the story to end and said FINE. Later, when her head was clear, she recalled more of the actual conversation and the real reason Carl wanted to name his sister and it warmed her heart. Rick was not too happy when he found out his daughter was already named and confronted his wife.

"Michonne! Judith? Why was I not consulted?" Asked and incredulous Rick who left for a minute to shower and came back to his already named daughter, "And what the hell are you doing in here?"

Michonne was signing the official birth certificate brought in by Spencer, who was now tasked with keeping records like his mother before him.

"Carl is so much older than Judith and he wanted a connection with her Rick. A bond. And he thought naming her would give him that," smiled a sincere Michonne thinking her irrational husband would have a little empathy and understand.

"I created her! I want a bond too! I'm her father!" Rick responded not caring a single bit about Carl's bonding bullshit, "Gimmie that birth certificate Spencer," but the official record keeper refused.

"Sorry Rick. It's official now!" Spencer proclaimed as he slipped past Rick while blowing the ink dry on the document.

Five weeks later, Rick was still holding a grudge.

"Baby, Carl just wants…" Michonne started to try and convince her angry husband for the umpteenth time to calm down and have a heart.

"Don't baby me Michonne!" Rick yelped to let Michonne know he was not going to fall for her tricks this time.

Michonne narrowed her eyes and decided to put an end to the argument for good.

"Too bad. It's done. This topic is over Rick. No more conversation about it. It has been five weeks and Judith is her name! Get over it!" Michonne spat shaking her head at her less than sentimental husband, "and I will remember NOT to BABY you tonight, Rick!

"Well, I don't like it! And you WILL baby me tonight! I expect to be cuddled Michonne! And after next week, we are gonna get back to doing a whole lot more than cuddling! It's gonna be snack time!" Rick shouted then eyed his cute caramel baby girl laying in her bassinette which made him smile.

"Whatever Rick, you are getting crazy in your old age," breathed Michonne who was tired and needed a nap.

"Whatever Michonne," Rick mocked, "And jokes on you! I have always been crazy!" Rick countered and rolled his eyes and watched his wife saunter up the stairs leaving him to watch their newborn.

"Dad, that was not the flex you thought it was," laughed Andre who walked past his father on the way out of the house.

Rick thought for a second and walked to the bottom of the stairs.

"I meant I am crazy because of you Michonne!" Rick hollered up the stairs and heard nothing except Andre's snort of laughter.

"Oh yeah dad, much better comeback," laughed Andre who was standing just outside the front door, "I like the name Judith Dad. It fits her," Andre added before shutting the door closed behind him.

Rick did not care if the name fit his daughter or not and he side-eyed Carl for the first three months after Judith was born. Rick had at least five viable names and Judith was not one of them. Rick plotted to get his wife pregnant again. His next daughter, Rick was going to put his foot down and name her either Delilah, Tallulah, Harper, Dixie, or Ella after his mama.

Rosita was on her own, pregnancy-wise, until she went into labor and hand a little girl, her and Abe named Coco. For a very brief time there was a pregnancy lull until Michonne found out she was pregnant again because Rick could barely wait for Michonne's six weeks to end after the birth of Judith. Right at midnight the exact moment the six-week sex ban was over, Rick shook his wife awake and Michonne blew out a breath of frustration. Rick was determined for another daughter. But he was not going to tell Michonne that.

"Fine Rick!" Michonne uttered trying to sound as if she did not want the same thing as her desperate husband.

Michonne did want her snack. Badly. And Rick smirked because he knew she did too.

"Roll over," Rick requested and Michonne turned over onto her back and tried not to look as giddy as she felt.

"Rick, pull out, ok?" Michonne requested and watched Rick nod his head frantically.

"I will try. This is gonna be quick and dirty Michonne. It's been too long, but give me an hour after this and I will make it good to you, ok?" Rick muttered desperate to for the feel of his wife again.

"You always make it good Rick," Michonne cooed and before Michonne could reaffirm their shaky birth control methods, Rick pushed into his wife in pure ecstasy.

Rick did not pull out. And he did not even attempt to. And he had so much built-up energy that he spilled what seemed like an endless supply of future babies inside his wife. Rick was on a mission for another daughter. Six weeks later, Michonne was pissed and told Rick that after she delivered this LAST baby, sex was going to be off the table for the rest of their lives, so he better get it in as much as possible while she was already pregnant. Shortly after Michonne's devasting proclamation to Rick, Maggie announced she was also pregnant and Michonne and Maggie became pregnancy sisters.

Rick panicked and did get as much sex in as he could, whether he was up for it or not. Michonne's pregnancy hormones got the best of her, and she pulled Rick into the bedroom any chance she could. The further along in the pregnancy Michonne progressed, the more insatiable she became. Rick's naughty snack box was so full that he thought about asking for a bit of a sex reprieve, he had enough to keep him full and sated for weeks. Rick was tired and had a sore mouth and tender dick. But then Rick thought better of it. Rick was not going to give up good ass because he could not keep up. Rick wanted to keep all of his morning snacks, afternoon snacks, evening snacks, late night snacks, and 3am snack options open just in case Michonne was serious about her no sex, no baby declaration. Rick started working out more and did push-ups every morning and evening. Rick became so fit that his stamina improved, and as insatiable as Michonne was, Rick even had her considering tapping out a few times. The tables had turned! They were both deliriously happy with their new daily sexy snack routine.

After Michonne delivered Rick Jr., RJ for short, Rick pursed his lips and threw his list baby girl names in the trash, then dug them out again and plotted to make another princess. Michonne also had to rethink her no sex rule, because after all the good stuff she got during her pregnancy from Rick, she found that this time, it was her that could hardly wait the full six weeks before they were at It again. Rick was dizzy after their first time since she delivered RJ, and he and was grinning from ear to ear that sex was back on the table, under the table, on top of the table, and near the table. Meanwhile Maggie was already scheming for RJ and her new two-month-old baby girl, Sadie Lynn, to be a future couple.

There was another pregnancy scare and Michonne nearly lost her damn mind. She was not pregnant that time, but she gave up trying to control it. They were in the apocalypse and the chances of her getting pregnant again with as much as her and Rick liked to have sex was exceedingly high, so she just enjoyed the ride. Eventually, when RJ was two, Michonne and Sasha became pregnancy sisters again, with Rosita joining the club a few months later, and in a strange twist of events, Denise and Tara were expecting. They never said who the father was, and Tara put a stop to the badgering after Denise's blood pressure was rising because of it. They wanted a baby and there was no invitro in the apocalypse, so one of them had to do it the old-fashioned way. Denise drew the short straw, and it was a mess, but it got the job done.

There was an explosion of new babies at the other communities also, the most interesting one being Jessie Anderson. After living in The Kingdom for four years and focusing on herself, her hand-to-hand combat trainer took a liking to her. At first, she resisted, but on a visit to Hilltop, she ran into Michonne, and The Samurai gave Jessie some more unsolicited advice.

"Jessie, you don't have to do this all alone. Give the guy a chance. And if he tries to control you, then kick his ass!" Laughed Michonne who was bouncing a three-year-old RJ on her hip while rubbing her very pronounced pregnant belly.

"Did you kick Rick's ass for giving you three babies four years? I dodged a bullet with that one," laughed Jessie and Michonne just pursed her lips as she rubbed her pregnant belly then giggled at her current circumstance.

"Well, this is the last. I have a feeling it is going to be a boy. Rick was devastated when I told him my guess," chuckled Michonne, "He wants another girl so he still hanging on to some hope. But it's a boy. I can tell. I let Rick pick the name Jackson to help ease his pain."

"Well, I am just dating Michonne. I don't think babies are in my future," giggled Jessie and she reached for RJ, so Michonne could tend to a fussy four-year-old Judith.

Once Jessie returned to The Kingdom, she did give her trainer a chance. Jessie not only was a fighter who was now capable of handling her business in the apocalypse, but she finally found a good man that treasured her. Jesse would never be as good as Michonne, Carol, Rosita, Maggie, or Sasha, but no one could. Those ladies set the bar high, but Jessie could hold her own in certain situations when she had to. Jessie and her trainer married and a year later Jessie gave birth to Ava. Sam had broken out of his shy shell and was learning to defend himself and the community along with his mother, but with the introduction of a good father figure, Sam learned how to be a good man too. Sam moved to Alexandria for three months and trained under Carl and Andre before taking his skills back to The Kingdom and starting his own little training camp with the younger kids.

Within a few months of each other, Michonne delivered Jackson, that time Rick did throw the girl names away and vowed to get his revenge on Carl, and Sasha delivered Archer. Sasha was a little bummed because she would have liked a girl. She also did not put up a fight at her second son's name. Darryl told them if they had another, no matter boy or girl, he wanted to name him or her Bow. Sasha uttered a few curse words under her breath and told him to leave her alone.

A couple months later, Rosita delivered Daisy, and Denise delivered Terra Ann. The natural father of Terra Ann did not make it back from a run six months into the pregnancy. He just disappeared. According to Darryl and Tara, the man was just gone, and it was getting dark, and the team needed to get back home. They sent teams to look for him for several weeks, but only found his glasses and his full backpack. Other than those items, there was no sign of the man. Eugene started hanging around Tara and Denise consistently after the birth and Eugene told the two women that he would love to apply for the father position. Tara clarified that they did not need a father as she and Denise were the true parents and Eugene was distraught.

"Oh ok, I did not mean to cause confusion as to the necessity of a male parental figure in a child's life," explained Eugene who was about to walk off but was stopped by Tara.

"Although we do not have a father position open, we do need a close Uncle," smiled Tara and Eugene was giddy.

Eugene, Tara, and Denise became a cute little pickle loving family.

Aaron and Jesus became serious enough for Aaron to move to hilltop and shortly after they became parents to Gracie. After running into a former Savior who left to start a new life elsewhere after Dwight abandoned The Sanctuary, returned to start some shit. Rick and Aaron fought him and won. After the man was dead, Rick heard the cry of a small child and found a little girl. She looked to be RJ's age and Rick almost thought about keeping her, but instead honored Aaron's request to be her parent.

"You look like a Tallulah!" Rick expressed with a wide grin.

"She looks like a Gracie Rick," Aaron cooed and reached for his new little girl.

Rick narrowed his eyes at Aaron the whole trip back to hilltop. Jesus was elated at the new arrival and the couple took to parenting well.

Somewhere in all the baby business, Siddiq, Denise, along with Dr. Carter from Hilltop, delivered most of the babies. With all the friskiness, the three doctors started a Midwife Internship, and their first students were front and center for most of the deliveries. After Siddiq and Francine realized they were destined to be good friends, one of the students from Oceanside caught Siddiq's eye and a few months after graduation, Caroline and Siddiq became a couple. A year later, they became parents to Amelia. For nine months of the year, they live in Alexandria and summer in Oceanside.

Duane and Enid were still going strong, and Morgan finally got what he dreaded after all those years of keeping a watchful eye, a grandbaby. A twenty-year-old Duane was a proud father of a beautiful little girl, Jenny, named after his mother. Morgan was ecstatic and fussed at Duane from making him wait so long to be a grandpa. Duane furrowed his brow at his father but chose not to remind Morgan that he was the direct cause of that situation. Duane moved to hilltop when he turned eighteen a year and a half previously for an internship program, which is how that baby came to be. Duane was studying to be a doctor and was interning under Dr. Carter while evidently Enid was "interning" under Duane. In another year, Duane and Enid will move to Alexandria so that he can study under Siddiq and Denise for an additional two years. Then Duane will be ready to start his residency under the mentorship of the doctor at whichever community he and Enid chose to make their home. Morgan hoped they would choose The Kingdom so he could be close to little Jenny, but Morgan knew wherever they eventually chose, that would be his new home too. Morgan wanted access to his granddaughter daily. Hourly if he could manage it. Morgan informed Duane that when Jenny was old enough, he would teach Jenny his peaceful ways.

"Nah Dad, we will pass on that," Duane answered, and Morgan pouted for at least a week.

When Carl turned eighteen, he moved to the Hilltop for a year, much to his mother's duress, and Duane's excitement. Carl had decided to become a blacksmith. Carl excelled at it, and eventually made a small smoker for his father as a birthday gift. Rick and Andre could now smoke all the bacon they wanted. Carl's vocation became more of a hobby when he realized that he wanted to write the history of all that happened to him and his family for others to learn from in the future. He also wanted to teach the kids how to win in the apocalypse, so he signed on to be a teacher at the school. Carl and Cyndie grew closer with each year that passed until he asked her to marry him the year that he turned twenty. Michonne told him as long as he was a teenager, nineteen included, she was in charge. Carl grinned, kissed his mother, and assured Michonne that she would always be in charge no matter how old he got. Carl and Cyndie were engaged for a year and married with the help the Alexandria's wedding planner extraordinaire, Jonathon. A few months after Rick and Michonne's, wedding, Michonne kept her promise and Jonathon relocated to Alexandria, moved in with his new bestie, Francine, and have been planning magnificent weddings ever since. And a lot of baby showers too. That was around the time Francine realized she liked spending time with a new Alexandrian resident more than she did Siddiq. It was a revelation for Francine, but she has since been extremely happy with her wife Carla.

A year into Carl and Cyndie's marriage, the principal at the school finally retired and Carl took over and changed the curriculum. Along with core academics, and a course on survival skills, Carl added mandatory training starting for all kids four years old and up. Andre was four when he learned to fight, and Carl figured that was a good age to learn some basics. Some parents fought against it, but in the end, had no choice if they wanted their children to attend school. Later, all the parents thanked Carl for the new rule. Carl built a real school, filled with knowledge from before the turn and after, and that school produced some very smart and very fierce young adults. A few tried to challenge Carl, and he always put them in their place. He had to show all those young bucks and buckettes that age just made him even more deadly, not less. Nobody was as good with a set of daggers than Carl, or better in a fight and he figured showing them was the best way to teach humility. It worked. The recruits walked away crestfallen when Carl beat their ass, badly. At one point he fought a group of five at the same time using dummy stars. After the stars bounced off their heads less than ten seconds of starting the fight, they all walked aways shamefully.

"Better luck next time!" Carl laughed and mocked the retreating group.

By the time Carl was twenty-two, him and his wife were expecting their own little bundle of joy. Rick ran and rewrote his old list of names and demanded that Carl allow him to name his first born if it was a girl.

"Carl! Your dad his here acting crazy again!" Cyndie shouted then opened the door wider for Rick to enter.

Rick eyed his daughter in law and waited for his son to enter the living room.

"Hey Dad," Carl smiled and noticed his father was holding a sheet of paper in his hand.

"Carl. Dear. That is a list of baby names and if we have a girl, your father is demanding the right name our child. Please handle this," Cyndie demanded before leaving Carl alone with his father.

"I can't believe you are still holding a grudge dad," laughed Carl, "Judith is almost six."

"I am still holding a grudge and I don't care how old MY ONLY DAUGHTER WHO I DID NOT NAME IS CARL!" Replied Rick and Carl just laughed and agreed to Rick's conditions.

When Carl told Cyndie, she just rolled her eyes and decided to just go with the flow. Cyndie mostly agreed that Carl was out of line for naming his sister. Michonne was surprised Carl even wanted kids after having to deal with dirty diapers, and crying siblings, and a huge amount of snot, and of course the general tomfoolery that small children could get into, but he did. Carl loved every minute he spent with his four younger siblings and could not wait to have his own.

As Andre grew older, his body was changing, and he was discovering girls, so at the age of thirteen, Rick had to revisit the naked hugs conversation. It forced Rick to come clean about what really happens with the birds and bees and Andre was appalled that he spent four years giving everybody side hugs and asking most, if not all, to make sure they kept their clothes on. Rick went red-faced remembering the perplexed looks from women throughout the communities when Andre would make his request. Now at the age of seventeen, Andre is quite the catch and Rick and Michonne try and make sure that real hugging is all their son is doing with the gaggle of girls that constantly surround him. Rick gave Andre the sex talk at thirteen, the real one, and now, four years later, he was ready to sit his son down again for another sex talk refresher, at his wife's insistence, with some specific details added for good measure.

"Dad please, not again. I just want to go back to the time when I thought naked hugs were real," An embarrassed seventeen-year-old Andre huffed out.

"Me too son, but your mama thinks you need a reminder," agreed Rick who darted his eye to the pantry door where Michonne was hiding and listening in.

Michonne wanted to make sure Rick told Andre everything she wanted him to, but she could not help but make a comment and stepped out of the pantry.

"If you are uncomfortable listening to us," Michonne started.

"Us?" Asked a perplexed Rick then turned his head when Michonne cut her eyes at him.

"Like I was saying," Michonne continued rolling her eyes at Rick, "If you are uncomfortable after listening to US talk about the birds and the bees then you are most certainly not ready to be kissing girls or doing anything more!"

Michonne stopped and realized that she just repeated the words her father said her when she was sixteen after getting caught kissing her boyfriend on that loud ass plastic couch. Michonne winced when she also realized that she was being a hypocrite by not wanting to participate in the conversation directly and now she had to stay and be part of the uncomfortable sex talk. Rick stared at his wife until she was done with her rant and was surprised when Michonne sat down at the table and joined them.

"You done? Rick asked and Michonne sucked her teeth, so Rick continued, "Ok, so…" Rick rambled on for a full fifteen minutes and when the conversation was over Andre had more questions.

Michonne by now had sunk so far down in her chair that her lower body was almost fully under the table. She was ready for the whole conversation to be over. Andre's curious mind however overpowered his embarrassment, and bombarded Rick with questions. Very precise and detailed questions and three minutes into the conversation, Michonne got up from table, very content with being a hypocrite, and walked out of the kitchen.

"Nope," she said as she walked past Rick and Andre and up the stairs.

Andre looked at his father, who just shrugged his shoulders and continued answering his son's questions. Father and son sat at table another thirty minutes with Rick patiently answering every single question in complete and total honesty. Rick was amused that Andre's curious mind never ceased as he aged. With some of the questions, Rick believed Andre got MORE curious rather than less. Once Andre was done, Rick had to ask a few questions of his own or Michonne would never forgive him.

"Andre, have you done any of the stuff we just talked about with any of those girls you hang around?" Rick inquired his eyes roaming his son's face to detect any falsehoods.

"No, but the more I hang out with them the more I want to," answered an honest Andre, "It's like I can't control it. Or control that," Andre pointed down to his groin, "And all of them are so pretty which does not help my situation at all."

Rick always said his son was a lady-killer when Andre was a kid. Now, the adult version is much more concerning. Michonne who had been listening to the tame parts of conversation from the top of the steps and placing her hands over her ears or walking back into her bedroom for the raunchier parts, was concerned with Andre's answer.

"I WILL NOT HAVE A GIGOLO IN THIS HOUSE ANDRE! YOU PICK ONE GIRL. ONE! HAVING MORE THAN ONE GIRL IS MESSY AND MESSY CAN GET YOU KILLED!" Shouted and angry Michonne who stomped back up the stairs and slammed her bedroom door then stomped back out towards the nursery when the slam woke up a two-year-old Jackson.

"All these years, mom has claimed a lot can get you killed dad. Let's see," Andre started counting off the list using his fingers for emphasis, "being crazy, being scared, not being scared, being angry, being too slow, being too fast, being panicked, talking too much, and now being a gigolo. What is a gigolo, Dad?" Chuckled Andre.

"EVERYTHING CAN GET YOU KILLED WHEN THE DEAD WALK ANDRE! THAT'S THE POINT!" Yelled Michonne who was bouncing a fussy Jackson on her hip and Rick noticed she did not answer the gigolo question.

"You had to know she was listening," Rick laughed and chose not to discuss gigolos with his son.

"I'll ask mom what a gigolo is," Andre decided loud enough for his mother to hear and both Rick and Andre looked at the stairs.

There was a pause for a few seconds, then Michonne finally answered.

"Ask your father Andre," Michonne uttered then went back inside the nursery and Andre laughed heartily and Rick pursed his lips and rolled his eyes then got back on message.

"Andre, sex is something incredibly beautiful when you share yourself with the woman that you love and care for. It's extraordinary when it's with someone that you have committed to spend the rest your life with. Sex is something altogether different when you share yourself with everyone. When you do that, there is a disconnection that can leave you feeling empty. Leave you feeling more alone that you ought to. Believe me, I have been there and it ain't a good feeling to have. Remember that son," Rick advised in a more appropriate manner than Michonne.

"Got it Dad. I like them all, but I don't think I love any of them," Andre admitted.

"Well, sex makes babies whether you love the woman or not. Me and your mama do not need the hassle or the drama of multiple baby mamas in this community son, so get it together and choose one," Rick added for good measure.

Then Rick asked Michonne's second request of their son.

"Will you come talk to me before you think about doing anything. So we can talk first and see if it is a decision that you genuinely want to make?" Asked Rick as he eyed his son.

Rick could not believe that cute little Andre was possibly on the verge of having sexual relations. It was mind-blowing and Rick wondered where all the time went.

"I will dad, promise," Andre agreed and hugged his father then went to the stairs and hugged his mother whom he knew was sitting there listening.

Michonne could also not believe that Andre was almost a full-grown man. As she tightly hugged Jackson close to her chest, she recalled back to when Andre was just a year or so older than Jackson is now. It seemed like just yesterday when she was reminding Andre to be quiet while he rode on her back through the woods of King County. How when they met Carl, Andre and he got along like they were always brothers. Now Andre was about to be an uncle. Michonne began to lightly sob at the realization that her little nine-year-old freckle-faced son was now twenty-two and about to be a father. Michonne sat on the steps overwhelmed and Andre let her have her moment. Both Carl and Andre were always good with that. Patient when Michonne needed an extra hug, or when she gave them a few too many kisses around their faces. They just smiled and always said the same thing they always did.

"I love you mom," Andre uttered and Michonne hugged him tighter than Andre thought was even possible.

"Mov Dre!" Jackson hollered and tried to push Andre off Michonne, "Mine!"

Andre giggled at his brother and ruffled Jackson's hair and the toddler did not appreciate the gesture and slapped Andre's hand. Both Andre an Michonne thought the very same thing and the very same time. Jackson is just like Rick. Once Michonne got Jackson settled, she eyed Andre with a smile.

"I love you too Andre. More than there are stars in the night sky," whispered Michonne as she placed her hand on Andre's face much to Jackson's chagrin.

"Oh, I love this game," Andre smiled, "I love you mom. More than the moon has craters."

"Does the moon have a lot of craters?" Asked a teary-eyed Michonne.

"According to that Earth book in the living room it does!" Laughed Andre who hugged his mother again despite his little brother's objections.

About a three months later, Rick thew a fit when Carl had a boy, Carl Jr, whom they would nickname Junior. Rick rolled his eyes at his son but smiled down at his new grandson when Carl gave him a bit of an epiphany.

"Dad. The way I figure it. You have a junior and I have a junior. So as long as there is a Rick and Carl Grimes, this world will be fine. Now we just need a Michonne and Andre," Laughed Carl and Rick sucked his teeth thinking about Andre's shenanigans.

"I will get with some of the newly pregnant women and see if one would consider naming their daughter Michonne. That way RJ and Lil Michonne can be a couple too," Rick laughed, and Carl shook his head.

Rick looked down at Carl Jr. and put Andre at the back of his mind for a few minutes. Rick could not believe that he was a damn grandfather. Everyone was already teasing him about all his graying hair, his beard already having succumbed to the silverly color. Michonne called him old man all the time, now with this, Rick blew out a breath. But looking down at Junior, Rick knew he and his family were blessed and he could not wait to be called grandpa for the first time.

"So you settled on a name yet?" Asked Carl as he watched Rick hold Junior.

"I'm still torn. I like grandpa, but I also like pops, pop-pop, or poppy. Michonne wants to be called Michonne. She's in denial about being a grandmother, but she is coming around. Sasha suggested Glam-ma or Glammy. But I think she is leaning towards MiMi. I told her granny was nice and she just about ripped the lips off my face," Rick chuckled as he bounced his new grandbaby that lay across his chest.

"Well, at the rate Andre is going, you and Glammy will be grandparents again soon!" laughed Carl who noticed his brothers little fan club of girls.

"Nah, we had a talk a few months ago, and we came to an understanding, besides, I think he has eyes for the new girl, Aaisha," Rick countered thinking about yet another pretty girl new to the community that had Andre's full attention.

Aaisha however was different from the rest of the girls. Although Andre still had one eye on the other girls, the almond skinned, wavey haired new girl was taking up a lot of space in his head. Aaron and Darry found Aaisha, along with her parents and younger sibling barely surviving in an abandoned home a month previous. Alexandria was a godsend for them, and they could not believe how lucky they were to stumble across the two men.

The couple were anxious at the beginning, and rightly so for four pretty solid reasons. First, a dirty biker was luring them into the back of a van. Darryl chucked when he noticed that Aaisha had her hand firmly on the handle of her knife and the other on the grip of her gun. Darryl assured the family that they were safe, and Aaron did too, and with walkers surrounding them, they had no choice but to take their chances. Second, once in the dark van, they had no clue where the hell they were being taken and prayed for the best. Third, Rick did not make the best first impression when he met the family at the gates. Rick was agitated and the family was weirded out when Rick rolled his eyes at their sixteen-year-old, very pretty, half black, half Japanese daughter. They were confused when the leader uttered "good luck" to the feisty little beauty as Rick eyed a rapidly approaching young Black male. Lastly, an angry woman with waist length locs and a baby on her hip was mean mugging the uptight leader was also fast approaching from the opposite direction as the Black male. The new family was definitely a little scared of what was about to occur.

"RICK!" Michonne yelled from a distance and Rick blew out a breath and smiled tightly at the new Alexandrians who looked very troubled.

The young Black male approached first, and when Rick noticed Andre eyeing the cute daughter, Rick jumped to action. Rick wondered if Andre had an alarm in his head that would ring when a cute girl entered Alexandria.

"YOU GO AWAY!" Rick hollered and Andre chuckled and turned on his heel and headed back where he came from.

Andre looked back at Aaisha appreciatively, which garnered a strong tooth sucking from her father.

"FIX THIS RICK!" Michonne hollered and shoved a newly three-year-old Jackson into Rick's arms before turning to introduce herself to the new family.

Michonne would never forget her manners despite whatever the circumstances. She eyed the beautiful daughter and rolled her eyes and refocused back on her son. Rick had just finished shooing away one son just for another to arrive bringing more problems. Rick held Jackson out at arm's length and looked him over. Then moved him close to his nose and gave a sniff.

"What's wrong with him?" Asked a confused Rick who could detect no issue.

"Shit balls!" Jackson yelled with a giggle with his little fists in the air and Rick turned red in embarrassment.

"He got put out the school Rick! For yelling that for an hour straight! He is suspended for three days or until he stops cursing, whichever comes first!" Michonne yelped looking flabbergasted.

"How in the hell did he get suspended Michonne? Our son runs the school!" Rick asked perplexed looking for an explanation.

"Carl is the one that put him out Rick! The preschool teacher was too afraid to suspend the leader's son, so Carl did it! And he enjoyed it, Rick! He grinned at me! And then your son," Michonne started pointing a finger into Rick's chest.

"Oh, only my son now huh?" Rick asked with a chuckle.

"YOUR SON made me, HIS OWN MOTHER, sit in a parent conference Rick. MY SON would not put his mother through that humiliation. And then YOUR SON asked me why our child was allowed to say such things! Asked me if we raised our children to curse! He looked me straight in the eye when he asked that Rick! I had to grit my teeth to get through that mess! He made me sign the suspension paperwork! You know what you have to do Rick," Michonne spat thinking about how she was going to get her revenge on Carl.

Michonne had several specific ideas as she wrathfully cut her eyes at Carl while sitting in front of his desk. Carl giggled because he knew his mother was already plotting her vengeance. Michonne raised her brow at her soon to be cussed out son slash heavily bruised principal slash dead man walking. But there was ONE idea that was off the table.

"It's always family that will do you the dirtiest, ain't that right son. Carl did you dirty didn't he. Did your mean ole big brother do you dirty?" Rick baby talked to a giggling Jackson before turning to his wife, "Just so we are clear, you want me to shoot Carl in the thigh, right?" Rick asked seriously with his brows furrowed waiting for an answer.

Michonne stood in complete disbelief as she stared at her crazy husband. She looked at the new arrivals who looked horrified, smiled apologetically, then gazed at Rick.

"If you shoot our son, you and I are going to have a problem. My husband is just kidding by the way. He would never shoot his son in the thigh. His wife though," Michonne added and shrugged her shoulders failing miserably to reassure the new recruits that Rick would not shoot his own son.

"That was NOT me that shot you Michonne! It's been NINE years and you are still blaming me!" Rick hollered his bald-faced lie then tried to quickly change the subject, "and I see Carl is back to being OUR son."

"Always," Michonne grinned to Rick, "Anyway, Do the OTHER thing Rick! You know, the OTHER thing," Michonne exhaled in frustration, but not wanting to say out loud what she wanted her husband to do.

Michonne wanted plausible deniability. She liked to be the good guy who kept her hands clean. Rick had no clue what Michonne wanted him to do, but Rick did have an idea and hoped it would be suitable enough for his wife. And it will be. What Rick was thinking was EXACTLY what Michonne wanted her husband to implement. In fact, Michonne pictured herself on the authoritarian side of the big desk in Rick's office while Carl begged on his knees for forgiveness. Seems like Rick and Michonne had that nonverbal communication down pact. Also seems like Michonne was a tiny bit petty.

"Shit balls!" Yelled a tickled Jackson who wanted the attention back on him and off whatever the hell the adults were discussing.

Rick noticed the couple went from nervous to laughing just a hair too hard for his taste. But based on what they heard; Rick was relieved that they seemed to now believe him shooting his family members was a joke. A dark joke, but a joke none-the-less. Rick looked at Jackson with a keen sense of déjà vu.

"Damn Abe," Rick uttered with less anger and more amusement than he used to show with Abe's antics towards Andre back in the day.

"Damn Abe," Jackson repeated with a giggle and Michonne walked away in frustration leaving Rick to deal with Jackson, a repeat of Abe's old antics, and Carl.

"I apologize. My wife can be a little intense. My son," who Rick pointed out after noticing Andre lingering in the background, "can be a little girl crazy so good luck with that Aaisha. Try not to fall for it. My other son is a jerk for kicking his own little brother out of school. Look at this face. What kind of awful person could look at this adorable kid and kick him out of school," Rick asked shaking his head.

"Shit balls!" Jackson screamed happy for all the attention he was now receiving.

"He is adorable," Admitted Aaisha's mother who smiled and tickled Jackson.

"Right!" Rick stated proudly looking back at his son, "He's my youngest and can be a little demanding but he is just so cute! My other two. RJ and Judith are perfect. Well, Judith, my princess, can be overly judgmental for a six-year-old. I think it's because she was misnamed. RJ though, no issues. He's five but smart as hell. Carl, my oldest son, and also the jerk principal of the school, even moved RJ up a few grades. So I suppose Carl is only half jerk. Anyway. Welcome to Alexandria!"

"WECLOME!" Screamed Jackson to the amusement of all.

"Thank you for allowing us to stay here," The father stated graciously trying not to chuckle at the leader's woes, "It looks like there will never be a dull moment."

Rick flagged down one of the residents and watched her amble over to the group.

"I will have Mrs. Jones here to give you a tour and show you to your house. It's the yellow one on culvert street Mrs. Jones, the one with the tan trim. I would do it, but I need to go shut down the school and chain the doors. If my son can't go to school, ain't no kids going," Rick exclaimed walking away headed to confront Carl and make good on his threat.

After an interesting welcome, and several days observing the people in Alexandria, the new residents felt relieved. Aaisha's parents did give their daughter a strong lecture about boys, specifically the leaders incredibly attractive son. Aaisha however informed her parents that the last thing she wanted was that womanizing Andre Grimes. Aaisha took notice of Andre from the time they met but she was completely turned off after observing his antics with his dedicated gaggle of female followers. For Andre, the first few days that Aaisha was in Alexandria, he could not get her out of his mind, and after a month of her getting acclimated to the town, Aaisha just kept burrowing deeper and deeper into Andre's brain.

There was something about Aaisha that Andre could not shake. She was a year younger than Andre, but she was just as smart and from what he could tell watching her train, battle savvy too. She could yield a knife just as expertly as shooting a gun. Aaisha drove Andre nuts. When Andre tried to initiate a conversation or show off from a distance with his Katana skills, Aaisha pretended not to notice what Andre was doing. But she noticed and she was much more interested in Andre than she let on. Aaisha rolled her eyes when all the girls chased after Andre and often headed in the opposite direction when she saw Andre coming, but always looked back for a final glance. Despite Aaisha keeping her distance, she had Andre hooked. Those other girls did not stand a chance.

Rick laughed and told Michonne it was only a matter of time before Aaisha and Andre figured it all out to become the next couple. And he would be correct. When another boy started sniffing after Aaisha Andre put a stop to all his female groupie shenanigans and announced his intentions with Aaisha to everyone within earshot. Most especially to that new boy. Aaisha smirked and agreed to date Andre but told him she did not like mess. He needed to give up his little fan club shenanigans or no deal. Michonne rolled her eyes as she watched her little Andre follow Aaisha around Alexandria like a little puppy dog. Aaisha had game. Andre was not as ready as he thought.

"Rick, look at Andre. You need to talk to that boy, and we need to talk to her parents," bit Michonne looking out the window at Andre trying to give Aaisha flowers he just picked from the neighbor's yard as they walked towards the lake, "I want my little boy back that used to holler at the girls to leave him alone! Remember that?"

"Those days are over baby," laughed Rick, "I told you he was a lady killer. He gets it from me you know," Rick said seductively as he squeezed his wife's ass.

"When are you going to talk to him?" Asked Michonne and Rick rolled his eyes because Michonne was not taking his sexy time hint.

That was not the response he wanted, especially after feeling her up. Rick needed to take Michonne's mind off Andre so he could have a little nibble.

"He is fine Michonne. He likes her and she likes him. Aaisha reminds me a lot of you, and I think Andre sees that same strength in his girlfriend that he sees in his mama. That same fight and intellect. That's why he likes her you know. That's why Carl chose Cyndie too. Both women are just like you. Besides, you used to have me under your spell remember?" Grinned Rick wrapping his hands around Michonne's waist and kissing her on the neck.

"Used to?" Laughed Michonne enjoying her husband's nibbling.

"Currently too," Rick agreed trying to run his hand up her shirt but had to stop when a three-year-old Jackson started demanding through the baby monitor that someone come change and feed him.

Jackson was bossy and demanding, unlike five-year-old RJ who was laid back and easy going, and six-year-old Judith, whom Darryl had annoyingly referred to as Lil Asskicker. Judith observed everything and everyone and then carefully spoke her honest and sometimes hurtful and brutal judgement of them all. Judith was just like Carl, a thinker. Unlike her older brother however, Lil Asskicker's comments were killer and could make the strongest of men sulk away in tears. Rick rolled his eyes at the intrusion of his youngest son and Michonne reminded her husband that Jackson was a result of not only Rick's insatiable appetite (Michonne's too but that admission does not suit her narrative) but also Rick's demanding ways.

"Jackson gets his relentless commanding ways from you Rick. I'm tempted to swap names between him and RJ because Jackson is more your twin than RJ is," laughed Michonne as she headed towards her insistent youngest child.

"We need to swap Judith's name for Delilah while we are at it," Rick uttered to himself obviously still upset.

"What?" Asked Michonne who heard but refused to participate in the incredibly old and silly argument.

Rick jogged over to Michonne before she made it to the steps and pulled her close.

"Nothing. Look, Jackson needs to learn to wait. Learn some patience," smirked Rick still holding on to Michonne and continuing to feel up his wife.

"Why? You haven't learned any?" Smarted Michonne slapping Rick's hands aways and shoving the baby monitor into them instead.

"I won't have none tonight either!" Shouted Rick as he watched Michonne sashay up the steps and disappear into the nursery.

"Like I said, crazier and crazier Rick," Michonne uttered through the nursery monitor.

"CRAZY FOR YOU! AND YOU NEED TO POTTY TRAIN THAT BOY! HE IS THREE YEARS OLD AND STILL IN DIAPERS!" Rick shouted up the stairs, "IF HE CAN DEMAND TO BE CHANGED THEN HE CAN TAKE HIS ASS TO THE RESTROOM AND USE THE TOILET!"

"He refuses Rick!" Michonne answered through the baby monitor, "Jackson will learn on his own timeline."

"WHEN IS THAT MICHONNE? WHEN HE'S TWELVE?" Rick shouted.

"Then you do it Rick, since you think it is so easy!" Michonne spat into the monitor.

Rick decided he would train his son and finally get him out of those diapers. Twenty-four hours later a huge battle ensued. It was Rick against Jackson, Father versus Son, and by the end of the day, Jackson won. Jackson was wet. Rick was wet. The area all around the toilet was wet. The hallway leading to the bathroom was wet. Everythang was wet. Michonne rolled her eyes when Rick told her he was too tired to clean up all the pee. Unwilling to admit defeat to his wife, Rick told Michonne that a day was not enough, and that he would have Jackson potty trained in two weeks. Michonne made Rick a bet. She just knew she was going to win because Michonne had been trying to potty train Jackson for the last three months. Michonne gave up when her and her stubborn three-year-old came head-to-head in a final confrontation ending with Jackson looking her in the eye while peeing on the hardwood floor. Jackson did not blink and looked his mother dead in the eyes the entire time he was free pissing.

"If you win and train Jackson after two weeks. IF you fully train him, pee AND poop, I will do those two freaky dirty things you have been wanting to try.

"DEAL!" Yelled Rick a little too loudly.

"Don't you want to know what I get if I win?" Asked a humored Michonne.

"Don't care," Rick answered licking his lips, "What about that third thang?"

"THAT third THANG ain't NEVA happening Rick, so stop asking," Michonne made clear, and Rick sucked his teeth.

"Fine," Rick uttered and Michonne narrowed her eyes at her freaky husband.

"If I win, and you don't train Jackson in those two weeks, then no matter what you are doing, you have stop and change Jackson's poop for the next two months. I don't care if you are in the middle of a damn fight. He poops, you call a time out, put your colt away and bring your ass home and change him. He shits like a grown man Rick. It smells, its messy, and it's gross and most times I have to give him a bath after. And he poops at least twice a day and it soooooo much. I mean that diaper is full to the brim," Michonne uttered and stuck out her tongue in disgust.

DEAL!" Yelled Rick a little too loudly.

Rick was still thinking about those two naughty stuff and thangs Michonne was going to let him do to her and blocked out that last time he had to change his son. Rick scrubbed his hands raw afterwards and almost vomited twice during the changing process. None of his other kids gave him potty problems like Jackson.

Rick called Glenn for advice and Glenn actually came through. Rick did exactly as Glenn instructed. He grabbed some cheerios from the pantry and placed ten of them in the toilet and told Jackson they were going to play a fun game. He stood Jackson at the potty and told him to aim and shoot the cereal. Jackson had a blast. Two days later, Rick reduced the amount of cereal to five cheerios. Two days after that three. Finally, after a week, there was only one cheerio left in the toilet. When Jackson demanded to pee a week and a half later the toilet was empty of cereal but by then, the kid was used to peeing in the toilet and thus was officially potty trained. At least when Jackson needed to pee. Pooping took a little longer.

Jackson thought the potty was going to swallow him down the hole if he sat on it. Rick was desperate. He only had four days left. Another battle ensued and when Rick noticed the tell-tell signs his son was ready to poop, Jackson standing in the corner with a slight bend to his knees and a pink face from the straining, Rick shot into action. He pulled down Jackson's new underwear, and this time, Rick won the scuffle. He struggled to sit and keep Jackson on the potty, but despite the tyke kicking and screaming, Rick held him down firmly on the toilet until Jackson let loose his bowels. Once Rick cleaned his son through the gags, he prepared himself for the next time and they went through the same process repeatedly. Watching. Kicking. Screaming. Loose bowels. Watching. Kicking. Screaming. Loose bowels. By the end of the four days, Jackson admitted defeat and wore his cotton, cartoon superhero printed underwear with pride.

Michonne severely underestimated Rick's determination and near selfish methods to get stuff and thangs done when the stakes were high. And stakes were through the roof. Rick kept those two filthy sex shenanigans at the forefront of his mind for the entire two weeks. Rick was motivated.

"Since I won, I want my bet to start immediately Michonne. Tonight. I alone successfully trained Jackson and now I want my prize," Rick demanded seductively, "Actually, maybe a middle of the day snack? I'm too impatient to wait until tonight. Get your jaw ready and do some neck stretches, we are going to try the second thang first."

Michonne rolled her eyes as if annoyed, but she was excited to try BOTH of the filthy thangs her husband had in mind. Michonne instinctively opened her mouth wide and then played it off like she was yawning in boredom.

"Well, I will admit. You did a great job. And you say you did not have any help with the training? None at all?" Michonne asked with a raised brow.

Michonne was skeptical that Rick alone could do in two weeks what she could not in three months.

"Nope. Did it all by myself!" Rick lied thinking he needed to get Glenn to admit to nothing.

Without Glenn's suggestion, Jackson would be still wearing diapers. Michonne did not need to know that. Rick felt he still did all the arduous work anyway.

"Ok then, you won fair and square I guess, but you will just have to be patient for just a while longer Rick," Michonne laughed, and Rick furrowed his brows, "Remember all the family is coming tonight for our monthly dinner and I have to get started cooking soon, "And Rick, Maggie and Glenn and their children are staying here a few days in our guest room, so remember patience is a virtue!"

"THAT AIN'T FAIR MICHONNE!" Rick hollered as he marched up the stairs behind his wife.

Rick was not willing to wait three days to try the new stuff and thangs Michonne finally agreed to do. Next thing Carl knew, Rick was knocking on his and Cyndie's front door and shoving Judith, RJ, and Jackson inside his oldest son's home.

"I told Andre to come here until the dinner starts, so expect him in about an hour! Make sure Jackson pees in the toilet. Just bring em all back when you come for dinner tonight," Rick shouted over his shoulder as he made a hasty exit back to his wife determined to make good on the bet before they needed to start preparing for their visitors.

And maybe he might even finally impregnate Michonne with a little girl. Well, after he does that really, really dirty thang to her first.

"Ain't no pregnancy gonna result from that shit," Rick chuckled to himself as he ran back to his house.

Last thing Carl saw as he stood on his porch with his young siblings, shaking his head with a huge grin plastered across his face was his father's boots kicking up dust. Carl knew exactly where Rick was headed in a rush. It was, at the end of the day, where Rick always headed. Towards his Michonne.