A/N: Written for the Winter Drabble Challenge at richonnefics on Tumblr. 100 word drabble based on 1 word prompts.

~Shiver~

Rick used his boot to sweep dirt over the fire to extinguish it. Warmth from the dying embers waned as the last glints of light gave way to darkness. The cold night air curiously caressed Michonne's skin through her less than adequate garments. She and Rick sat close enough so that their arms brushed against each other; she shivered from the cold. Wordlessly, he wrapped his arm around her shoulder and pulled her into an embrace, gently stroking her arm. Michonne smiled and looked at Rick; it was his turn to shiver and smile when she gently kissed his lips.

~Icy~

Michonne felt almost silly wearing Rick's oversized gloves while fortifying the fence at the prison. The early morning was cold, icy even; and the wire fence was harsh on one's hands. Rick noticed she was having difficulty with tethering the wire to close the gaps; the tips of her fingers cold and pained. He removed his gloves, took her hands in his and rubbed them until they grew warm. He then offered his gloves, ignored her protests and kept working. Afterwards, each time Rick would hurt his now cold fingers, Michonne would stop, take his hand and kiss his injuries.

~Snuggle~

The solitude of the early mornings always brought Michonne peace; even in her past life, before the filth of this existence. If you listened long enough to the soft breeze sweeping through the foliage of the silent trees, you could almost forget that the world had ended. The golden gleams of a new dawn rising slowly; reminding you that small occurrences of beauty were still real. It was not safe for them to sleep out on the road, but resting atop a disused car seemed like a good place for slumber; and Michonne felt safe with Rick to snuggle against.

~Blazing~

Laughter rang out loudly and wafted amongst the residents of the prison, much like smoke from the dancing fire. Happy faces were illuminated by the warm glow of the flames and full stomachs were a cause of comfort for the survivors. The day had been a good one; everybody was in high spirits. Rick, glancing around, caught Michonne's eye. He instinctively beamed a rare smile at her and was certain that the wide and beautiful grin she returned looked more radiant than the open flames before him. It warmed him to his core like no actual, blazing fire ever could.

~Wrap~

The stars overhead, coupled with the luminescence of the full moon, lit the otherwise obsidian sky. The sharp night air whipped around Rick, causing an involuntary shudder. He did not know where the road would lead him and his people. They'd lost so many along the way that he had come to doubt himself; the weight of responsibility heavy on his shoulders. Sometimes, on nights like the present one, he found a moment to focus his thoughts. Michonne approached and proceeded to wrap her arms around him; suddenly he remembered that the weight was not for him to carry alone.