A/N: Written for prompts on Tumblr

For bigunknownkingdom's one word prompt: Pursuit

He almost always felt on edge at the end of the world with all of the uncertainty and danger that surrounded him and his family. Rick's predicament at that very moment in time was no different as his heart rate sped and the worrisome thoughts screamed in his head. He was on edge yet again, though this time he was more afraid that nervous; more scared than angry.

He cursed at himself as the dull throbbing in his temple intensified and the sharp pangs in his heart grew more frequent. He closed his eyes for a brief second and pictured her face once more. The almost uncanny calm that had come over her was a deep contrast to his frantic movements; reaching and calling for his beloved just before he felt the handle of the baseball bat connect with his temple, rendering him unconscious.

"Michonne," he whispered when he came to, recalling that the Saviors had taken her.

Being told that they were on their way to find her did little to ease the melancholy that was presently washing over him; drowning him as he fought so hard to breathe. Knowing that for each moment they were apart he would forever feel as if he were sinking.

Fluffy fluff for colt-and-katana's one word prompt: Ocean

"Do you ever just miss it all sometimes?" asked Michonne of Rick as they sat in bed reading; her slender fingers tracing over the glossy magazine pictures of some tropical getaway or another.

It was the type of place that her friends would have pleaded with her to get time away from work so that they visit. Endless blue skies, sparkling water and fresh air; an escape away from the worries and duties of everyday life. Except now, everyday life was spent guarded behind massive, heavy walls rationing their food and being prepared for any unwelcome surprises from the living and the dead.

"Sometimes," said Rick, knowing what she was referring to as he placed his novel on the night stand and turned to face Michonne. "But I don't much like lookin' backwards. Pretty happy with how my life is right now."

She glanced sideways at him and smiled before taking hold of his hand.

"What about you?" he asked, absentmindedly rubbing his thumb over hers.

"Same," she answered before gesturing to the picture of the white sand and blue ocean. "This is what I looked forward to once a year. Going away on vacation with friends to places like this. Thinkin' we all deserved a break from our tough lives, and maybe we did. But it feels like a lifetime ago now. Paradise doesn't exist and we can't escape our lives."

"All things considered, that's mighty gloomy of you," Rick joked and then asked more seriously. "You okay?"

"I'm great, actually," Michonne replied, giving his hand a squeeze. "I don't need to look backwards either. I'm so happy with what I have right now. You and the kids; a roof over my head. A few worn magazines and bad coffee. It's a simple way to live. We don't get to take breaks and there's nowhere to go even if we did. My point is, I'm happy here with my family. I'm thankful and there's no place I'd rather be."

Rick grinned, lifted her hand and kissed her knuckles.

"But if you did wanna go to the ocean, you'd tell me, right?" asked Rick as she chuckled and kissed his cheek.

"Yes, but I'm fine right here," she replied while beaming brightly, knowing as well as he did that if she asked him, he would find a way to get her there.

For sweettayjax's one word prompt: Tempting

The early morning light shone into the bedroom as Michonne's eyes fluttered open. She had become accustomed to sleeping less because of what their world was, but recently she had never felt more rested. She did not know if it was because of the soft bed underneath of her weary form or the warmth of Rick's body pressed so closely behind hers; either way, she felt safe and secure. His steady breathing a soothing constant for her.

With a sigh, she shifted slightly to get out of bed. She moved carefully so as not to rouse her slumbering lover. Instinctively, he tightened his grip on her waist and mumbled something she could not decipher. She knew he was now awake as he peppered gentle kisses along her bare shoulder; she smiled at the gesture that she learned he was partial to.

"Mornin'," he whispered; his voice sounding thick from sleep.

"Good morning," she replied, placing a hand over his and stroking with her thumb. "This is good, but I can't stick around. Relieving Sasha from watch duty soon."

Rick said nothing in response as he kissed along her shoulder until he reached her neck; his breath was hot and made her feel warm. He moved so that he was positioned better to nip at her sensitive skin as he slid his hand up to her breast and rubbed it over the sheet that covered them. Slowly, he drew the covers down and exposed her nakedness; she inhaled loudly as his coarse fingers palmed her nipple, causing it to grow stiff under his touch. He then sucked her earlobe into his mouth as his hand trailed southwards, over her flat stomach and down to her core; she parted her legs slightly to give him better access.

"You gonna stay a little while?" asked Rick as he ran his fingers over her sweetly swollen lips.

"Yeah," she breathed heavily as his thumb worked over her sensitive nub. "Just a little while."