A/N: Set in season 5. My reimagining of what happens after the group slaughter Gareth and co.
Of A Different Kind
"Let no one think of me that I am humble or weak or passive; let them understand I am of a different kind: dangerous to my enemies, loyal to my friends." - Euripides
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Rick's POV
I don't think it even matters how they look at me now; I see it, behind their stares. Even if it is for a second, it's still there; the shock. They're actually shocked by what we did, what I did, when we killed those people. We didn't have to be so brutal, but I wanted to. I can live with it. I don't have the luxury of feeling the guilt of it all. We should have killed them earlier, like I said. No one gets to hurt my family anymore. This is how it has to be; this is how I have to be. I accept that now.
Where the fuck is he going? I can't deal with Gabriel and his shit right now. Maybe he'll just wander off somewhere so I won't have to put up with him and all of his talk about God. Doesn't he get it? There's no God here because we're in Hell. Stupid asshole. Maybe if he annoys Michonne enough she'll run him through with her sword. I know she's thought about it. I can see it in her eyes.
I should've taken watch with her; it'd be better than sitting inside trying to ignore their little glances. She understands me; I can be myself with her. She's not looking at me like she's shocked. She gets it; she gets me. We're the same, I recognized it right away. I think she did too. I feel safer with her around because I know she doesn't hesitate. If something needs doing, she'll get it done.
Lord, I really have been thinking about her a lot recently. It's not just the fact that she saved my life; it's something else. I'm not going to lie, I do find her so attractive. I'm attracted to her and I know she's at least a little attracted to me. I just don't know what we're going to do about it. Is there time to do anything about it? Should we even do anything about it?
Right, he's been out there with her long enough; time for me to interrupt.