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Here is chapter 3, enjoy!
Chapter 3-Bunkmates and Condiments
While the ladies were out looking for clothes, Carol had slunk up to Rick and Darryl and both of them knew Carol was up to something. She was always up to something. It was tiring with her. They both tried to make a hasty exit but were too slow, Carol was on both of them like white on rice before they could even take two steps. Darryl used to like Carol a little more than a friend, but she was always sneaking around and hiding stuff from everybody. Her whole personality was off-putting and that was putting it kindly. It turned him off. But not his Sasha, she did not hide anything, and he never had to guess what she was thinking or doing. He would bathe ten times a day he if he got to be with her.
"What do you want Carol," Darryl hissed very annoyed that she was up to something already.
"Don't you think these people are naïve?" Exclaimed Carol, she was always so excitable.
"Yes, and crazy too, but so what?" Roused Rick, "Michonne wants this and what Michonne wants Michonne gets." Even Darryl stared at him and shook his head with how whipped Rick was.
"You two finally together?" Questioned Darryl.
"Just a matter of time," smiled Rick, "I'm sure by the end of the week, we will be the hottest couple in Alexandria," boasted Rick.
Darryl rolled his eyes, and Carol snapped her fingers, "Focus!" She demanded. "We need a plan to take over this community. Rick you need to be in charge!"
Both Darryl and Rick rolled their eyes at Carol and blew out a breath, then nodded to each other making a nonverbal pact to end this conversation quickly.
"Sure Carol, you go figure out a plan and let us know the details ok?" Replied Rick knowing Darryl and him would not be participating in her shenanigans, they just needed to humor her to get her off their backs.
"I'm gonna go find me a sweater set!" Carol murmured deviously and ran off. Rick shrugged his shoulders not really caring what she meant. He was just glad she was gone.
While Carol was conspiring, so were two members of Alexandria.
"Plans have changed Jessie, I don't want you anymore," said Spencer offhandedly, "You are too basic."
"Well I don't want your dumb ass either," answered Jessie, "I want Rick."
"Look," retorted Spencer who did not like being called dumb, "I want to run things here, and I need a strong woman like Michonne by my side when I do." He smiled drifting to an image in his mind of him and Michonne leading together.
"You are too stupid to run things Spencer so just focus on getting Michonne for now ok and I will focus on Rick and having a nice little family." Spencer looked at her up and down, he did not like to be called stupid either he thought. "But we might have a problem," Jessie continued, "Rick said he has a girlfriend. Not sure which one of the women in their group he's dating," contemplated Jessie more to herself than to Spencer.
"Well I hope it is not Michonne!" Spencer shrieked with wide eyes and a very high-pitched voice. "She is mine!"
"We will keep an eye on them, we will figure it out soon enough," Jessie figured.
"What about your husband, what are we gonna do about him?" Spencer asked about the giant elephant in the room.
"That weak ass, he will not be a problem. I am going to start a plan right now to get him kicked out of the community, and one that will get me closer to Rick. Hit me," She demanded.
"What?" Spencer said unbelievably.
"Hit me asshole!" Yelled Jessie.
"NO!" Screamed Spencer.
"You dumb pussy bitch, I said," and before she could finish, he punched the shit out of her. He hated being called dumb.
"WHY DID YOU HIT ME SO HARD!" She screamed holding the side of her face.
"Had to look real right?" Spencer shrugged, enjoying shutting her up. "It will leave a nice mark, make sure you run to Constable Rick as soon as that bruise starts to appear."
A week had passed, and everyone was talking about the drama between Pete and Jessie. Some could not believe that Pete would hit Jessie, that was firmly Michonne's perspective. Team Michonne. Others believed his "goody goody" persona was fake, that was Rick's perspective, Team Rick, which put the two at odds on their first Apocalypse Police Case. When Jessie showed up all of a sudden with the bruises on her face seven days ago, Michonne scoffed and wondered who she got to punch her. She saw how Jessie looked at Rick and peeped her game real quick. Then Jessie showed up a few more times over the course of the week to the Constable's office looking for Rick's help and each time, he fell for her bogus sob story. They were both now in front of the Anderson home talking to Pete on the porch.
"I did not hit her, and I am not abusing my wife, I don't know why she is running around telling the community that I am!" Hollered a drunk Pete.
Since the accusations, Pete took to drinking, he was not a drunk, he just needed a release from the stress his wife was causing him. Half the community turned against him, not enough to exile him as he was the only doctor, but enough to make him feel like a social outcast. There have been three complaints in the last week, the first was her bruised eye courtesy of one Spenser Monroe. The second was her fake limp, telling everybody that Pete pushed her, and she twisted her ankle. The third Rick was currently dealing with angrily.
"Then how did she get those bruises up and down her arms Pete," Rick seethed.
"I don't know how she got them, but it was not from me." He sighed, almost ready to cry. Pete was too ashamed to admit to Rick that Jessie had been beating on him.
"Look, she is saying you are abusing her, you are evidently drunk and it ain't even noon yet Pete. You need to leave the house, move to another location," Rick mandated with authority.
"NO, I am not leaving my boys. I didn't do anything wrong and I ain't leaving! Yelled Pete.
Michonne stood back and watched the scene, she knew Pete was telling the truth. She did not trust that blond haired toupee loving bimbo. Jessie was off, not quite right in the head, and the way she eyed Rick, she was up to something stalkerish. Rick would not listen. He was so busy trying to save Jessie, that he was letting it get in the way of their burgeoning relationship, and the truth in the Anderson case of course, but mostly their relationship. Michonne was now fully pissed off, both at Rick and Jessie. Rick was acting like a damn fool, she wanted to knock his ass out right there in the middle of the street. She stood there with her arms crossed and she could have sworn she saw Jessie smirk. "Bitch," Michonne thought.
"Rick!" yelled Michonne. "Come here." Rick looked at Pete in disgust before he quickly moved over to Michonne. He eyed her in her uniform. It was ugly as sin, but she managed to make it look sexy as hell. He wanted to get on his knees right in the middle of the street and take a bite out of her ass in them tight ass beige pants. He did not care who saw and if he looked like some deranged lunatic in the middle of the street while he did it.
"What?" Asked Rick softly.
"Let's leave this be for now and talk to Reginald in the morning. Something does not seem right about this situation and if you wipe the damn hearts out of your eyes maybe you would see her for what she really is," said Michonne with bite.
"What?" Said a perplexed Rick. "I don't have heart eyes for her. I only have them for one person Michonne and it ain't Jessie Anderson," Rick sauntered closer to Michonne, "You jealous?" Rick teased as he wrapped his arms around Michonne's waist.
"Of Miracle Whip Barbie, HELL NO! Shouted Michonne as she pushed Rick off of her, "But are you always with her Rick. Why are you so involved in her drama and mess? And why have you not been home with your family?"
Rick looked at Michonne in disbelief. "Michonne, I swear, I am just helping her through this abuse. She needs our help; we are the Constables."
"She is lying Rick. That man is not beating her. In fact, I think she is beating him. I saw it and she is setting him up," Michonne explained.
"Why the hell would she do that? And why Miracle whip and not Mayonnaise?" Inquired Rick grinning.
"She wants you Rick! And she needs her husband out of the way and your sympathy and you are falling for it epically, you dumbass," She yelled as she walked away from him. "And because she looks bland but tangy Rick, like her shit is plain but pungent." Michonne laughed still never looking back.
Rick narrowed his brows and drew his lips back in disgust. 'Yuck,' the thought, then yelled after her, "Well maybe if you spent less time with Spencer, we would have more time together." Michonne did not even respond. She did not even turn around. Just kept walking home towards her children.
Rick stood there and watched her walk away reflecting on their current living situation. She was living in the house with him and THEIR kids. When it came time for all of them to move into separate houses five days ago, Rick asked her to stay with him and the kids. He actually begged. He stuttered his way through pleading with her and she watched him amused. She, of course, said yes, and smiled to herself that they were well on their way to official full blown "in a relationship" status. All that time flirting and the sexual tension at the prison and on the road, now there were no obstacles. Well, maybe one. But Michonne would take care of that. Things were going great. Rick took the living situation one step further and made up some lame safety excuse as to why Michonne had to not only live in the house but stay in the same room with him.
"Look Michonne, anythang could barge in through those gates and we need to be close to make sure we can come up with a plan quick, even in the middle of the night!" Rick exclaimed hoping she would buy what he was selling.
"Ok Rick, will we have separate beds in the room?" Wondered Michonne out loud trying to hide the smirk on her face. She peeped his game already, but she would play along.
"Nah, too much trouble, that queen bed will be fine." Assured Rick.
The rest of the group split between three houses. Abe, Rosita, Eugene, and Tara shared a house. Maggie and Glenn shared with Darryl and Sasha, and of course Rick, Michonne, Carl and Judith were in the third.
Noah stayed with Rick and Michonne and no one wanted Carol. So they all played Rock Paper Scissors. Rick lost. Shit. Being the sore loser that he is, Rick proclaimed to the group, "Look, we are all gonna share Carol. She can move around monthly between the three houses. She will stay with me one month and then Abe's house, then Glen's."
"That's stupid," said Glen with folded arms across his chest.
"You lost Rick, deal with it!" exclaimed Abe.
They all walked away from a pissed off Rick and Michonne and fist bumping the air that they didn't have to put up with Carol and her antics.
"Look-a-here sweater set," sneered Michonne to Carol, "We don't want no shit you got that? And you will be the official babysitter, so deal with it," Michonne said as she walked back towards what was now her home, then turned around and said with finality, "You can take the room upstairs; Noah can share a room with Carl." Noah groaned and rolled his eyes at Carol.
That first night, Rick and Michonne slept apart in the same bed. They could not do much more because Noah snored so loud that Carl could not get to sleep and ended up camping out on the floor in their bedroom.
"You two together?" asked Carl looking at his parents not only sharing a room but sharing a bed.
"No," said Michonne and the exact same time that Rick said "Yes."
"Yes," said Michonne again at the exact same time as Rick said "Yes." Michonne laughed, she thought Rick was gonna say NO the second time.
"Why don't you go bunk with Judith?" Said an annoyed Rick to his tired son.
"Because you can still hear him up there! I'm surprised Judith does not wake up, it's just a matter of time before all four of us sleeping in here." Expressed Carl as he shrugged his shoulders and laid out his pallet of blankets on the floor next to his parents' bed.
Rick thought he needed to do something about Noah fast, he could not have his kids cock blocking him and Michonne every night. He pulled Michonne closer to him and she wiggled out of his grasp and moved to the edge of her side of the bed. Rick moved to her side and she pushed him back.
"Rick," Michonne whispered, "Our son is on the floor!"
"I can hear you two, just FYI," said a grossed-out Carl.
Rick moved back to his side of the bed mad at his son. Mad at Noah. Mad at Michonne. And Mad at Carol, for no particular reason other than she was Carol.
They had yet to come up with a solution a week later and now it was both Carl and Judith camping out. It got so bad that Carl moved from the floor to the bed, him sleeping foot to head in between Rick and Michonne along with Judith. Carl did not mind the sleeping arrangement one bit. He had a bed, it was quiet and comfortable, and he got a restful night's sleep, despite the evil stares shared between his parents and especially the ones his father was throwing at him. They had a few fun times with the sleeping arrangement like when Rick woke up to a horrible odor near his face and found his son's foot encroaching his personal space.
"CARL! Get your funky ass feet out of my face!" Hollered Rick.
Michonne and Carl laughed, and Carl slowly rose his foot towards his father's face again, this time his big toe made contact inside Rick's nostril. Rick reached for his colt and Carl doubled over in stitches that his dad would go that far as Michonne hit Rick's hand.
"You gonna shoot your own son?" Michonne asked now in full blown hysterics as she laughed over Carl's legs.
"I was just gonna pistol whip his ass Michonne, knock his little funky footed ass out," smiled Rick as he looked at his son laughing wildly now. Carl began to lift his foot again, this time towards Michonne's face and she stopped him quick.
"Boy, I will break your foot at the ankle!" Hollered Michonne. Carl promptly stopped and moved his foot far from Michonne's grip and all of them now had tears flowing they were laughing so hard, which woke up Judith, who looked around at her family and started laughing too. Rick's emotions were definitely in the moment because without thinking and leaned over and gave Michonne a passionate kiss which she welcomed.
"Eww gross," blanched Carl, but he inwardly smiled at the happiness of both his parents.
As fun as that was, the joyful aspects of all of them sleeping together in the same bed as a family took its negative toll more often than not. Rick and Michonne needed to have sex ASAP. Their sexual frustration was manifesting into silly fights that happened more and more often. Their fighting was getting out of control and now, with Jessie was in the mix, it made their tempers flared even more. All of a sudden, she started coming around more and more, never for Michonne, always only for Rick and with that propaganda about her husband. How Rick could not see what she was up to was beyond Michonne. Michonne and Rick were so tense during those weeks, it manifested in them quarreling a lot, over nonsensical things.
Case in point: Fight One:
"Rick, why are your drawers in the middle of the floor?" Screamed a heated Michonne.
"I don't know Michonne, I put them in the hamper," (he did not) replied an agitated Rick.
Why are you lying Rick?
"I'm not Lying Michonne" (yes, he was). "Maybe Carol put them there."
"And why would Carol put your dirty ass underwear in the middle of the floor." Questioned Michonne.
"Who the fuck knows why Carol does the things she does Michonne! It's not for us to understand." Rick justified.
Fight number two:
"Michonne, did you touch my colt?" Asked an annoyed Rick.
"No," (she did) replied Michonne calmly as she read her book.
Yes, you did, it's got your fingerprints all over it. I just polished it," Animated Rick.
"No I did not Rick," (She's lying) "what are you, CSI Apocalypse!" She questioned head tilted.
"NO ONE TOUCHES MY COLT MICHONNE," Rick yelled.
"DON'T SCREAM AT ME RICK I DIDN'T TOUCH YOUR STUPID GUN, maybe carol did it." Michonne said softly at the end.
"Why would Carol touch my gun Michonne?" Inquired Rick.
"I don't know Rick, why does she make cookies out of fucking acorns? It's not for us to understand!" Justified Michonne.
As Rick snapped out of his recollection and watched his woman walk away from in front of the Anderson house, he thought right then and there he would make it up to Michonne and the kids. Michonne was right, Jessie was taking up too much of his time and causing them to fight way too much. It would end now. He followed Michonne home. Jessie was livid watching him walk away from her and Pete. She was losing him to that bitch Michonne. She immediately left to find Spencer.
"You need to step it up with Michonne!" Shrilled Jessie
"I am working on it Jessie, since Michonne is going to be the law, I am going to ask her to work with me every night after shift duty to create some bylaws. I can use that as an opportunity to make my move on her. Make her mine," he said with a huge sigh and looking off into his dream of him and Michonne living happily ever after, or until a walker takes a chunk out of his ass. Either, or.