A/N: One word prompts for 100 word drabble from my followers on Tumblr.

~ Convalescence ~

Faint, indistinct voices floated around intermittently, drawing Rick from his stupor. The low, soft crying and rumble of the RV's motor were perpetual as he awoke with a pounding in his head. Momentarily, he was confused and didn't know where he was or what'd happened. Like a torrent, his memories came back to him; breathless, he recalled Negan's bat covered in blood and his fists smashing into Rick's face, heralding darkness.

"I'm here," whispered Michonne and Rick immediately felt a small sense of relief wash over him; she held his hand before kissing it. "We're okay. We have to be."

~ Purple ~

"You really didn't have to get me anything," said Michonne as she sat on the bed she and Rick shared; she unzipped the rucksack as he looked on expectantly.

"You know I'm a thoughtful man," Rick said with a wide, devilish grin.

Michonne could not help but smile back at him; excitedly, she reached into the bag to retrieve her gift. She pulled a face when she held the item up; light streaming through the sheer fabric of the scant garment.

"Really, Rick?" she asked while eyeing the lavender-colored negligée. "I think this is more of a present for you."

~ Bedtime ~

Their limbs were entangled as Rick unhurriedly entered Michonne; he set a nice, steady rhythm and both relished in the fact that they had time to take it slow. They had time to explore each curve and muscle; every inch of skin. He held her body close as her fingers found his curls once more. He lightly kissed her neck and clavicle; when their lips met, Michonne gripped Rick tightly and rolled him on to his back. She rolled her hips slowly as she straddled him; her body moving to an unheard melody as electricity flecked over her damp skin.

~ Scar ~

"What's this one?" asked Michonne, running her fingers over Rick's scars.

Both lay naked in bed, still basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking.

"Fell off my bike when I was seven years old," said Rick.

"I can just imagine you on a bike," Michonne giggled, trailing her hand up his leg and then torso.

"And this?" she asked, pointing to his chest.

"That's where Morgan stabbed me that day," he said.

"I didn't feel bad about eating his protein bar after that," said Michonne.

"I don't think you ever did," Rick laughed.

"You're right," she offered. "And still don't."

~ Faith ~

His head hung low as the horrid thumping therein grew louder; it didn't help to drown out the cries he still heard from the night the Saviors had accosted them. Michonne sat and took his hand in hers; she squeezed it tightly, but Rick did not respond.

"Why are you still here?" he asked sadly; Michonne looked at him with understanding in her eyes. "I don't deserve to lead. I failed them. I failed you."

"I'm still here because I believe in you, Rick," she replied, shifting closer to him. "I'm okay and I need you to be okay too."

~ Fluffy ~

"Come on Daddy," called Judith as she led Rick over to the outer fence. "The best ones are here."

Rick trotted along behind his daughter, amused by her determination and thankful she was helping him. Valentine's Day was upon them and it wasn't so easy to find gifts in the new world. Judith thought Michonne might like something romantic instead of a new weapon.

...

"We picked these," said Rick, smiling at Judith as he handed the bouquet over his wife. "They're pretty like you."

Michonne hugged her lovelies.

"Thanks," she sang. "You two are the best and I love you."

~ Insatiable ~

The abandoned house was all but cleared when Michonne found Rick in the kitchen going through the drawers; he shoved he few items into his bag and then turned to face her.

"Done?" he asked.

"Yeah she replied," placing her haul over her shoulder. "Ready to head off?"

Rick let his bag slide to the floor.

"Not yet," he answered before closing the distance between them and capturing her mouth in a kiss.

He walked her backwards and then lifted her onto the table as he drew her top from over her head and freed his length from his jeans.

~ Delicate ~

Small streams of morning light floated through the soft lace curtain of the bedroom and caressed their naked forms. Rick felt Michonne shift slightly as she lay next to him, enveloped in his strong arms. He tightened his grip on her, not wanting her to leave his side. The warmth of her body making Rick feel relaxed and completely at ease. He felt her shudder from a giggle.

"What?" he asked in a whisper.

"You always want me to stay in bed," she offered.

"It's because I love you," replied Rick as he peppered delicate kisses across her bare shoulders.

~ Wet ~

"Don't you even think about it, Grimes!" said Michonne to Rick.

They were having a family cookout and the summer sun was beating down relentlessly. Rick held a water pistol behind his back and smiled wickedly. Cornered, Michonne tried to get away from him, but Rick caught her by the waist. He pulled the trigger and squirted water onto her shirt while she squealed and tried to break free of his hold.

"Damn it. This top is see through," she said gesturing to the soaked garment.

Rick stepped closer and whispered seductively: "I'd better get you out of it then."

~ Late ~

"Come on Judy," said Michonne as she scooped the child up into her arms. "Let's go wait for daddy."

They stepped out of their house and Michonne fastened her into the stroller; they made their way up the quiet streets of the Safe-Zone and approached the main entrance. Michonne greeted the person on sentry duty and rolled back the screen that obstructed view of the area just outside of Alexandria. Michonne sat on an upturned crate and pulled Judith next to her; she stared down the road. Abraham stopped in front of Michonne and Judith and said: "Any second now."

~ Sweat ~

Rick hadn't realized how hot it could get in Virginia; though it was nowhere near as hot as Georgia, he did miss air-conditioning from time-to-time. Now, as he worked the veggie patch in their backyard he wish he had've done it earlier in the day. The sweat ran down his face and caused his brown shirt to cling to his body.

"Lookin' good," called Michonne taking up a seat on the back step; she sipped her water and tilted her head.

"Yeah," Rick replied. "We'll have 'em sprouting in no time."

"I wasn't talking about the plants," she said playfully.

~ Eyes ~

Quietly, Rick entered the room at the infirmary and took up a seat right next to the bed; Michonne was awoken by the familiar sound of his footfalls. Tiredly, she smiled up at him and reached for his hand. Despite her sutures and discomfort, she tried to sit up but Rick told her not to, knowing she needed to rest if she were to heal properly. He pressed a sweet kiss to her knuckles before stroking her hair.

"She's beautiful, isn't she?" Michonne asked, speaking of their newborn baby daughter.

"Yeah, she is," said Rick happily. "She's got your eyes."