A RJD ficlet I wrote for their alphabet series. I had the letter E.

Emotions

Michonne stared at the text message again as her Uber driver spoke to her from the front seat. She had been talking since Michonne had gotten into the car about twenty minutes ago and it seemed like she wasn't going to stop anytime soon. She would glance at her through the rearview mirror, her cheerful voice filling up the silence in the car. A cheerful voice that was way too cheerful for seven o'clock in the morning.

But Michonne tuned her out, her eyes scanning over the same text message that she had read when she first stepped into the car. She had received it shortly after she had gotten off of her flight and it took everything in her to not turn back around and jump on the plane back to Georgia.

"I don't expect you to say it back to me, but I thought I would let you know."

Michonne shook her head, still trying to wrap her head around it all. This had to be a joke, she thought. But then again, Rick wasn't the one to joke around like this.

"I haven't quite forgiven myself over this and I completely understand if you don't feel the same way. I'm sorry to do this to Shane and to you."

She closed her eyes at the mention of her ex-boyfriend. She wondered if he already knew.

"These quiet thoughts of you have been going on for years now, but I always set them aside because I didn't want to interfere with our friendship or my friendship with Shane. But seeing you this past weekend, walking down the aisle during Maggie and Glenn's wedding- it did something."

She let out a shaky breath as she thought back to Friday night, how she was unable to tear her eyes away from an extremely handsome Rick in that suit during the reception. She was guilty just as much as he was- eyeing her ex-boyfriend's best friend on the other side of the room.

"It made me realize of how much you meant to me. How every time you come around, it's like a part of me comes alive again. I don't expect you to say it back and I completely understand if we can't resume our friendship after this. Please, just hear me out for one second."

The driver turned down a familiar street. She eyed Michonne in the mirror again, noting the way that tears had fallen down her beautiful, brown cheeks. She reached into the glove department and pulled out a tissue to pass back to her.

Michonne thanked her. Wiping her face, she turned her attention back to her phone.

"I love you."

"Ma'am?" The driver turned in her seat, her eyebrows raised in concern as she looked back at Michonne. "Is this your stop?"

They were parked outside of Michonne's apartment building, rain falling steadily down against the busy city.

"Yes," Michonne said before she could think straight. "Actually, no. Can you, uh, take me back to the airport, please?"

The lady frowned, confused at the sudden change of direction. "Are you sure?"

Michonne glanced at her phone, a small smile pressing on her lips. Rick had taken a leap of faith, so she would too. She had to see him and let him know that she felt the same. "Yes. I'm sure."