My only excuse is major writer's block.
Super sorry. I hope you like this chapter.
Michonne opens her front door as she watches Rick pull up in front of her house. He texted her that he was down the street as she put in the finishing touches for her outfit, a long sleeve burgundy shirt and A-line styled black skirt. Luckily for her, Sasha and Maggie left to run some errands and should be back later. She would've let Rick inside, but she doesn't know when Sasha would return and rather not risk it. Since she hasn't spoken to Sasha since their yelling match the night before, Michonne didn't want to do anything that would cause her sister to tell their parents about her relationship.
Michonne locks the door behind her and moves towards Rick's SUV. As she makes her way over, Rick got out the car and to Michonne, looked delicious enough to eat. He was wearing a tight fitted long sleeve shirt along with dark blue jeans and a pair of black boots. Michonne practically skips into Rick's arms and wraps her arms around his neck.
"Hi baby," she squealed. Michonne felt Rick's chest rumble as he chuckled as he wrapped his arms around her waist.
"Hi, pretty flower," Rick responded. Michonne pulled back and looked into his ocean blue eyes before she starts peppering his face with kisses. He laughed some more before he removed one of his hands from her waist and cupped her cheek, pulling her back. "I love your kisses, but I need a proper one." His thumb rubbed her bottom glossed lip. "It's been too long since I kissed these lips."
Rather than responding with words, Michonne stood on her toes as she pulled his face down to hers. The kiss started out very innocent. Once Rick swiped his tongue over her lips and she granted him access, the kiss heated up. Although the kiss became intense, the couple still took the time to explore each other mouths and make up for lost time. Michonne weaved her fingers through his curls as she pushes herself closer to Rick, as he rested his back against the passenger side of his car. She felt a harden bulge resting on her stomach, making her feel more heated. He moved his hand down to her ass and gripped it tightly, causing Michonne to give a little giggle and pulled back, but not before giving him a few more pecks.
"As much as I want to continue this," Michonne said, as she continued to play with his curls. "You promised me a date."
Rick removed his hand from her ass and moved it her waist, "I did so let's go." He pushed her backward, so he can open the passenger door, and helped her inside. Rick made it inside the car and looked over to Michonne.
She smiled at him, "What?"
He bit his bottom lip and moved his gaze down to hers. "I know we just finished, but can I get another kiss."
Michonne smirked and leaned over the middle console, giving Rick another long kiss. She pulled back, "You need to start paying for these kisses."
"I'll give you all the money in the world, pretty flower."
"Who says I want money?"
With a raised eyebrow, Rick questioned, "What form of payment do you require, ma'am?"
Michonne tapped her lips with her finger, teasing Rick a little bit. "Mm let me think about it and I'll let you know."
"Ok baby," Rick started the car and began backing out of Greene's driveway. "You ready for our date."
"Yep," Michonne smiled as she buckled in. Once they made it out to the street, she grabbed and held his hand in her lap. "You didn't tell me where we're going yet."
"I know," Rick lifted her hand to his lips, giving it a peck. "You're not going to know until we get there."
As Michonne tries to convince Rick to tell them where they are going, the couple passed by police-issued vehicle and inside is Sasha as she makes her way home. She did glance over to the passing car but didn't seem to notice the car contained her sister and Rick.
Laughter and music filled the car as the couple reached their final destination.
Michonne looked out the window, jumping up and down in her seat as she noticed the advertisement signs for their date destination. "Great Pines Harvest Festival," Michonne exclaimed.
Rick glanced over, smiled at Michonne and hummed in agreement. "My parents used to bring my brothers and I here when were younger." He pulled into the busy parking lot. The entire festival was filled with small families, older and younger couples. The event is the largest and most popular harvest festival in the southern states. "It's been years since we came here. This place was probably the happiest I've been with my family." He glanced at Michonne.
Michonne couldn't believe how thoughtful Rick was with their first date. She grabbed his hand and kissed it. "Hopefully, we'll bring our own children to the festival?"
"Already thinking about children?"
"Of course," she responded with a smile. "I know it's weird to think about this on our first date."
Rick rubbed his thumb across her knuckles in a soothing manner. "It's not weird. I had a dream about us years from now."
"Yeah? What were we doing?"
"Just having breakfast with our children. You barely aged while I looked like an old greying bearded man."
Michonne pulled her hand from his grasp and cupped the back of his neck, rubbing smooth circles. "I'm sure you still look as handsome as you do now."
Rick finally found a parking spot and before the car fully stopped, Michonne hopped out and went to the front of the car, looking around. When Rick turned off the car, he followed behind Michonne and pulled her to him by the waist.
"I know you're excited," Rick said, as Michonne nodded eagerly in response. "But you have to wait until the car is fully parked before you hop out like that. I don't want you to get hurt, baby."
Michonne wrapped her arms around his neck and nodded. "I'm sorry, baby." She gives him a lengthy kiss. "It won't happen again."
Rick pulls her in for another kiss before pulling away and guided them to the ticket booth. "You ready?"
"Yes," Michonne squealed.
After they bought their tickets, the couple went to the games showcased at the festival. A group of people were surrounded two barrels and cheering on two men dipping their heads in and out of the water. Michonne pulled Rick towards the crowd, watching the challengers compete for a stuffed prize.
"You think you can win?"
"Of course. It's not hard. I just gotta grab the apples."
"You ever did this before?"
"Yeah with my brothers when we were kids." The challengers stopped and they both caught the same number of apples, resulting in a tie. The couple watched the two men bring their children to the booth to pick out their prizes. The small children picked stuff animals much larger than themselves, so a few onlookers chuckled at the children trying and failing to carry their prizes. "I might be rusty, but I'm gonna win you a prize."
Michonne smiled and kissed his cheek. The game host called for another pair of challengers, to which Rick moved towards the front and raised his hand to participate. The other challenger was another a teenager, who seemed to also be on a date. Rick pushed up his sleeves and bent forward over the apple filled barrel.
Michonne was oddly turned on at the sight of Rick, not for any particular reason besides the fact he has sexy forearms. "Good luck, baby," she shouted in support. A few heads looked her way, but she kept her focus on her boyfriend.
It wasn't long until the game host called for the challengers to start. Rick was moving rapidly in and out of the water, dumping the apples inside of the small barrel next to him. The teenager beside him had a little difficulty grabbing the apples.
The whole event lasted no longer than a minute. Resulting in a victory for Rick, who gathered ten apples, while his opponent only gathered seven apples. Michonne moved forward, grabbing the napkins available to the challengers. Once she reached Rick, she began wiping his face. "Good job, baby." She pecked his lips and tasted a hint of apple from his lips. "I knew you'd win."
Rick gave her a silly smile before he turned to his opponent. "Good game, kid."
"Thanks, man," he responded before he went over to his significant other who also helped with wiping his face.
"Sir," the game host called out. "you still need to pick your prize."
Rick looked at Michonne and nodded his head to the prize stand. "Go ahead, pretty flower."
She smiled in response and pecked his cheek before moving to the stand. She picked out a grey stuffed husky dog as her prize. She cuddles the animal to her chest as she moved to Rick. "Thanks, baby." Giving Rick a kiss and used the stuffed animal to peck his cheek too.
The couple continued to play several more games, some they lost and won. Michonne got another stuffed prize animal, a penguin. Before they hopped on the hayride, Michonne pointed out a face painting table.
"Look," she turned Rick attention children and parents surrounding a couple of tables. "let's go get our faces painted."
"What?" He glances over. "Come on, baby, I don't think my face can handle it."
"Please," Michonne pouted, giving him puppy dog eyes.
"Please don't make me do this," He groaned.
"Pretty, pretty please? It can just be a small flower, to represent me."
"I can get an actual tattoo of your name, then a flower."
"Are you saying now because you're a man's man? But I'm not against my name tattooed on your body. Gotta let these bitches know who you belong to."
"What? No, baby. I just don't want any paint on this beautiful face."
"The flower would make your face much prettier in my opinion." She made prayer hands, pouting again.
"If I do it, I get to pick your face paint tattoo."
"Deal!" Michonne dragged Rick to the stand.
"Damn, I thought you weren't going to go for that."
"The face paint won't be that bad. Plus, I'll think of it as your claim on me."
Rick groaned once more before Michonne looked at the choices for Rick's face tat. After some waiting, Rick received a single blue lily flower on his face. For Michonne's tattoo, he had the artist write Rick's initial under her collarbone.
Michonne didn't know what Rick chose until she was handed a mirror, to look at the artist's work. "I did not think this is what you'd choose." Her finger hovered over the lettering, not wanting to smudge the artist's hard work. "I love it." She looked up at Rick, her smile blinding. "I might get a real one."
"Really," he was shocked she'd even consider it.
"Maybe, whenever you get my name, I'll get yours."
The sun began to set over the harvest festival. Although activities were still open to patrons, many families moved to their cars to get out foldable lawn chairs and carried them to an open field by the festival.
"Is there something else happening tonight," Michonne asked Rick. The couple was heading to his car, hand in hand. Michonne's other hand occupied with the stuff animals.
"If the skies are clear, there's normally a firework show."
"Really? Have you ever stayed to watch before?"
"Only once when I was eight. After that, my brothers complained about staying and wanted to get home to play games."
"Aw, poor baby." A lightbulb went off in her head. "We can watch it now, and start a family tradition with our kids, even if they don't want to. They'll learn to love it."
"I don't have any chairs for us to watch."
She looked in the direction of where Rick parked and the field. The trunk of Rick's SUV faced the field, giving them the perfect view. "We don't need chairs." Michonne began dragging Rick back to his car.
"What do you mean, baby?"
"We can see the field and possibly the fireworks from your car. No need for chairs, just you, me, and your warm car." She pulls herself closer to Rick, wiggling her eyebrows in a suggestive manner.
Now, Rick was the one dragging the couple to his car. Once they finally reached, Michonne tried to move to the passenger side of the car before Rick redirected her to the back of his car.
"I don't think there's enough room in the trunk of your car for the both of us."
"Thank the gods that these seats can be pushed down." He opened the trunk and inside was a plaid blanket. He began pushing the seats down as Michonne points to the blanket.
"Were you expecting to get lucky tonight?"
"I only brought it just in case you got cold," he responded as he helped her inside the SUV.
"Can't you just keep me warm," she asked as she reached for Rick.
"That was the plan." Rick climbed in and closed the truck door behind him. "The blanket was just the backup." Before he laid down beside Michonne, he pulled out his gun. Michonne noticed the weapon and watched Rick as he carefully placed it on his side of the car. He crawled over to Michonne before resting beside her once he looks at her, he sees she's conflicted.
"What's wrong," Rick asked as he pulled Michonne to him. The couple was laying on their sides, facing each other. She hesitated for a second. "You can say anything to me, pretty flower. Don't think for one second that I'll be upset with anything you have to say."
She took a deep breath before asking, "I know what you do is dangerous, but why do carry a gun around, even around me?"
He smiles at her. "A combination of habit and safety. You're right, I do dangerous things and I need it for protection from any rivals who decides today is the day to mess with me."
"When did you learn to shoot?"
"I held my first gun when I was around 5. My mother would force my brothers and me to hold guns, pointed straight ahead for hours at a time. My arms would be so sore after that I would cry from the pain. Normally she'd tell me to toughen up and she was building strength in my muscles."
"Oh my god."
"After that lesson, she taught me to shoot. The first time, the kickback was so severe that I fell, bumped my head and lost consciousness for five minutes."
"Omg, baby." Michonne was shocked at Deanna's methods. She put her hands to his head, gently rubbing his scalp. Rick hummed to the feeling of her hands on him. "So, you've killed before?"
He looked directly into her eyes, "I don't want to lie to you, baby, but I have."
Michonne's eyebrows scrunched up together and looked at Rick with concern. She began remembering the things Sasha told her before.
"But they were only people who were in the organization taking advantage of children or thieves. My brothers tend to kill more people than I ever had."
Michonne was silent after that. Rick watched her to decipher her feelings but he's unable to tell how she's feeling about this new info.
"Are you scared of me?" Rick was a little afraid of the answer. He doesn't want her to be scared of him.
She shook her head. "I'm not scared of you," she responded fiercely. "I'm just worried about you. Worried you might go to jail and be taken away from me. I understand that this is a part of your life, and you can't control what your mother expects out of you and your brothers. I just don't' want you to go to jail, to be so far away from me, that I can't touch or kiss you." She cupped her hand to his cheek.
"I won't be going to jail." He grabbed Michonne by her waist to the point where their bodies were touching each other. "If I do, my family has the best lawyers to get me out."
"The best lawyer in the state is my father," Michonne made a light joke. "I don't think he'd ever work for your family."
Rick let out an exaggerated sigh. "Fine, second best. Or even third best."
"Who's the second?"
"You, of course." Michonne looked at him confused. "Aren't you studying to become a lawyer."
She sighed, shaking her head. "Yeah, I am. I just don't want to."
"Why not?"
"My parents are forcing me to become a lawyer. I only had two choices, become a veterinarian like my mother and Maggie or work in criminal justice like my father and Sasha."
"So, if you could choose without pressure from your family what would you do?"
"I want to be an artist and have my own gallery that showcases obscure art from minority artists. But I have to be their perfect daughter and working with art doesn't pay bills." Michonne rolled her eyes. "They were trying to set me up with some guy at their anniversary party."
Rick stiffened at her last statement. "I know I said I only hurt people because of the missions my mother gives me, but if any man tries to talk to you as more than friends, I won't hesitate to kill them." He tightens his hold on Michonne's waist.
She smiled in response and rubbed his chest, trying to calm him down. She pulled down her top to show the fake tattoo again. "You forget, I have your initials on me, no else's. So, don't worry, baby. You're the only man I'll ever want." She pecked his lips, three times.
"Thanks, pretty flower." The couple looks in each other eyes. "You know, I never wanted this life for myself. I wanted to be a police officer. TV shows definitely put me on the world of crime-solving and protecting citizens. But I later learned I'd have to arrest myself, so that dream kinda went away."
"What do you mean 'kinda'?"
"If I didn't live here, in Atlanta, like some small town, I'd try to be an officer as long as my background doesn't affect my chances."
"Well if you do that, baby, I promise I'll root for you the whole way."
"Thanks, pretty flower," Rick responded with a kiss.
The sky darkened and fireworks went off. Michonne jumped a couple of times but she continued to keep her lips pressed against Rick, with few moments for the couple to catch their breath. The night ended with literal and figurative fireworks for the couple. This first date would be one they'd always remember.
In the Greene home, the mahogany grandfather clock tolled to signal the time, 11 p.m. Sasha paced back and forth in the home's glossy floored foyer as Maggie watch her sister run herself ragged.
Sasha was worried about their younger sibling. When she arrived home earlier, she noticed her sister wasn't home and just thought she was out with friends. Sasha had more important things on her mind earlier in the day, but when Maggie came home without their sister, she became more worried.
For the last hour, she paced back and forth when she couldn't locate Michonne through her GPS nor reach her cellphone.
Maggie sits on the brown wooden staircase, sipping on her tea as she watches Sasha.
"I don't know why you're pacing so much," Maggie observed from the brown wooden staircase as she sipped on her tea.
"She's with him," Sasha stated, continuing to pace.
"Maybe she is."
"You know I told her about him."
"About what?"
"The Grimes family. Their criminal history." Sasha stopped in front of Maggie. "She didn't even care. She even tried to defend him, saying it may not be his choice," She scoffed and started pacing again. "I'm thinking about telling Mom and Dad."
Maggie nearly choked on her tea. "You shouldn't."
Sasha turned to face her sister, eyebrows raised in surprise. "Why not?"
"She'll hate you, Mom and Dad." Maggie set down her mug and stood. "If you tell them, it'll cause more problems than help it," she advised.
"The only problem is Grimes being in her life." Sasha glared at her.
"She'll leave."
"She would never."
"The Grimes will come after us."
Sasha stilled, her body relaxed from her previously angry stance. Her face softened, and her mouth quirked up into a small smile.
The sisters circled each other when Maggie noticed her change in demeanor. Her face scrunched up in confusion. "What?"
"Don't worry about it." Sasha forced her face to go blank and stiffened her relaxed stance. She moves towards the kitchen, but Maggie grabbed her arm before she got too far.
"What the fuck, Sasha," Maggie questioned as she pulled Sasha closer. "What was that face?"
Sasha yanked out of her hold, "It's nothing." She moved to the kitchen as she pulled her phone from her pocket. She began dialing Michonne again but was sent to voicemail again. She huffed and sat at the breakfast nook. The countertop was filled with paperwork that can help the rest of her career. Now in private, she was able to grin happily about justice being delivered in a couple more months.
Maggie watched her sister walk into the kitchen. She'll figure out what that was about. It had to be related to the Grimes somehow, but she wouldn't put her focus on that now. Although she didn't mention it to Sasha, she was a little worried about Michonne. Maggie glanced at the front door and willed it to open, but it stayed closed. She heads upstairs to take a nice long shower, she plans to stay up until her little sister comes home.
It was past midnight when the couple arrived at Michonne's house. Rick parked the car and turned to a sleeping Michonne. During the ride back, they were holding hands and talking until she fell asleep halfway during the ride. Rather than facing the window, Michonne was leaning near Rick, cuddling his arm to her chest.
Rick moved slowly to remove his seat belt, making sure Michonne didn't wake. Once removed, Rick's now unoccupied hand gently brushed some locs that fell on her beautiful face. The light from the moon shined on her face, she looked like an ethereal sleeping goddess. He leans forward and presses a soft kiss on her cheek. He pulled back to see if she woke, no movement, not even an eye twitch. He kisses her forehead, both eyelids, and her nose before she finally moved.
Michonne hummed and cuddled closer on Rick's arm.
"Baby?" Rick kissed her cheek. He rubbed his captured hand where he can reach, which was the top of her thigh. He cradles her face in his free hand and rubbed his thumb on her cheek. "You're home." He kissed her nose, in which her eyes fluttered open.
She let out a small whine as she pulled Rick closer to her. "I don't wanna go," Michonne pouted.
Rick shook his head and let out a chuckle. "I'm sorry, baby. But I don't want any more problems with Sasha." He gave placed more kisses on her face. She burrowed further into him which caused Rick to slightly harden his voice, "Come on, Michonne."
Michonne pulled back, her brown eyes wide and focused on Rick with the pout still on her face. She didn't want to go inside. She'd rather stay with Rick, but he was right. She still needs to convince her sister to not say anything to their parents. Staying out with Rick wouldn't help her case either. She glanced at the clock and it was a little after midnight.
She turned her attention back to Rick. "I'm sorry. I know we gotta be more careful with Sasha. I just don't want to be away from you. This might be the last time I see you." Michonne's eyes were glistening in tears, threatening to spill.
Rick pulled his hand from hers and grabbed both sides of her face, wiping the tears that have now fallen. "You don't ever have to apologize to me. Okay?" He looked into her weeping eyes. His heart hurt watching her cry and be in pain. He'd do anything to take it away, but this part he couldn't interfere. "This won't be the last time you see me, Pretty Flower. If they try to lock you away in a tower, I promise I'll travel for 40 days and 40 nights to find you."
A smile started to show on Michonne's face and tears faded. "Only for 40 days and nights?"
"Isn't that a line in some fairytale story."
"I think so, baby." Michonne moved her hand around his neck and grasped at his short curls. "I hope you'll look for an extra day, just in case."
"I won't ever stop looking." Their eyes were connected when Rick said those words. Their eyes were saying what their mouths wish they could do, I love you. Gravity between the couple pulled them together, their lips connected it a passionate kiss.
The battle of tongues stopped when Michonne pulled back and rested her forehead against his. The couple held their heads together for a few more moments before they simultaneously pulled back.
"As much as I want you to stay, you gotta go, pretty flower." Rick reached and rubbed the apple of her cheek. Michonne nodded in response, but still pulled him towards her for another kiss.
"Text me when you get home." She kissed him a final time before completely pulling out of his hold and gathered the husky and penguin stuffed animals Rick won for her.
"I will. Go on, pretty flower."
"Bye, baby."
"Bye, pretty flower."
Michonne glances back at Rick on final time before fully removing herself from Rick's car. She adjusted the stuffed animals and headed to the front door. Once unlocked, she looked at him for a final time, blew a kiss and a wave before entering her home. She heard Rick pull off once the door closed with her inside.
She rests her head against the door as she thinks about Rick and their wonderful date. Although she thought he was the one for her, she didn't truly know how the date would go. Now that she spent alone time with him, she wanted more.
For Michonne, nothing and no one can stand in the way of her relationship with Rick.
Still lost in her thoughts, she makes her way over to the staircase.
"You were out late," a voice from the dark foyer. Sasha turns on the foyer lights before making her way to her sister.
Michonne jumped when she heard the voice and the light switched on. She let out a gush of air when she realized it was only Sasha. "So?" Michonne responded with a little snark. "Didn't think I had to report to you. Last time I checked I'm 20, so no need for a babysitter."
"Where were you?" Sasha crossed her arms, deciding to not respond to her sister's snarky comments.
"Out." Michonne continues to the staircase, "I'm home now. That's all that matters."
Sasha moved in front of Michonne, preventing further movement. "You were with Rick, weren't you?"
Michonne glared at her sister, annoyed she wouldn't just leave Rick alone. Rather than responding, she just continued to glare.
Sasha scoffed and rolled her eyes. "You can't be with him."
"Last time I checked, only I can determine who I want to be with. With or without your unneeded permission."
"He's a criminal."
"So, you say."
"So, everyone says." The pair failed to notice that Maggie was coming down the stairs, freshly clean and in her PJs. "I have thick files on all members of the Grimes family, which ties them to various criminal activity. Dad has known about their criminal behavior since he was a child. That family, specifically that boy, won't change their ways. Even if they did, it doesn't absolve them from their previous crimes."
"I wonder what Dad would think about this relationship," Sasha continued. "I guess we'll find out once he returns home."
Michonne was frozen. Although she wasn't afraid of her parents and sister, she can't even imagine what they would do to her once they find out about her relationship. She definitely didn't want them to find out from her bitter sister. "Don't," Michonne said softly.
"Excuse me, what?" Sasha exaggerated her stance and cupped her hand to her ear.
"Don't tell them."
She relaxed her stance and crossed her arms. "What? Why not? So, you can continue on with your little affair? I don't think so."
Michonne rolled her eyes. "Why are you so mean? Why can't I just tell them myself?" She moved closer to her sister. "I covered for you thousands of times without any reward because that's what sisters do."
"What you did for me in our youth doesn't compare to this."
"Why not? I know you're disappointed in me, but I should be able to tell them myself." Michonne shakes her head, whether, in frustration or sadness, she couldn't decipher herself. She glances up and noticed, Maggie on the staircase watching them argue. At least, she isn't as vocal about her dislike of her relationship with Rick. Michonne turns her attention back to Sasha. "Seems like you forgot the promise the three of us made."
Of course, Sasha didn't forget. The promise was the result of Michonne coming home from elementary school crying her eyes out. Since her sisters graduated to middle school, little Michie was bullied about their diverse family. After her older sisters got Michie to stop crying, Maggie suggested a secret bonding ritual where the sisters would have each other's back, even against their parents. The next day, Sasha went to the elementary school with Michonne. Once her little sister identified her bullies, Sasha made sure to threaten them for their behavior. From that day one, she gave a silent vow to always protect her sister, no matter the consequences.
At this moment, Sasha still wants to protect her sister. In her own way, she's doing just that by preventing Michonne from seeing Rick Grimes. She remembered Maggie's statement from before about their little sister leaving their home. So, she made the best decision she could to prevent that happening and still protect her sister.
"Fine, I don't care when you do it, but you have at least 2 months to tell them. After that, I promise you I won't hesitate."
Michonne smiled brightly and hugged her sister, with her gifts from Rick still in her hand. "Okay, two months."
The pair pulled back. "You can't see him anymore either."
"What? Why?"
"The whole point of telling Dad was to prevent this dangerous relationship from continuing. Don't expect me to condone your relationship still continuing after I promised to not say anything."
Michonne was going to retort, but she needed to get Sasha off her ass about Rick. So, the couple must sneak around until she's able to warm her parents up to their relationship. But she needs to make sure that her sister doesn't think she's so willing to let Rick go, despite her demands. "I still want to be in a relationship with him."
"Well, that's not happening. Not anymore."
Michonne dramatically rolled her eyes and huffed. "Fine, whatever." She made her way up the steps, passed Maggie who gave her a quick rub on her back. She stopped halfway up the stairs due to Sasha calling out to her.
"I am sorry, Michonne. If it was some other guy, I wouldn't be this opposed to your relationship. I'm just trying to protect you."
Michonne nodded her head in response and continued until she reached her room. After setting her things down, she checked her phone with a message from Rick, informing her that he made it home. The couple texted back and forth with Michonne informing her boyfriend about their now-secret status.
Downstairs, the elder sisters still stand in the foyer.
"You did the right thing," Maggie stated.
"Yeah?"
"Yep. We need to protect her, I know. Hurting her doesn't help anything."
"Well let's hope she'll actually stop talking to that boy and there are no issues in the coming months."
"What kind of issues, Sasha?"
"I can't discuss that with you. Not right now at least." Sasha gave her sister a smile before moving towards the kitchen. "Good night, Mags."
"Good night, Sasha." Maggie headed up the steps to head for bed. She needed to fill Glenn in on the developments that happened.
In the kitchen, Sasha grabs her glass of whiskey as she lifted a photo. It was a surveillance image of Rick and his brothers causally walking around Atlanta. She sinisterly smiled at the image before placing it back of the paper covered counter-top. She settled in her seat, continuing with work. She has a good feeling about the next couple of months.
Hope you guys enjoyed! The date scene took me forever to write for some reason. Chapter 13 is actually almost complete but I can't make promises that it will be posted by next week.
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