A Richonne one-shot on how Rick deals with jealousy.


Rick stood at a distance as he watched Michonne elegantly whirl and swish her sword with skilled precision as a group of mesmerized students copied her every move.

Ezekiel had convinced them to give weekly weapons training to his people at the Kingdom. They were reluctant at first but quickly realized it gave them a chance to go on frequent road trips together.

A smile spread across his lips as he remembered last night's trip. They'd become sidetracked and spent the night hidden in a thick of trees, raucously debuting the back of their newly acquired van. It made him wonder if the Hilltop needed help with their weapons training, too.

A voice interrupted his shameless thoughts. "Wow, that woman is incredible."

Rick glanced over at the astonished younger man beside him. He didn't recognize him but then again, he knew only a handful of people from Ezekiel's community. Everybody else all seemed to cower away every time he or anybody from the group showed up at their gate. Although, judging by his confident way of approaching him, this guy wasn't familiar with the protocol.

Deciding to give into a bit of small talk, Rick adjusted his hands on his hips and nodded proudly, engaging with the guy complimenting his woman, "She is good."

The guy shook his head in reverence. "More than good. She's…she's something else." He stared at her with a dopey smile on his face.

Rick knit his brow. He didn't much like that look on his face. But then again, Michonne had told him to give these people a chance. He merely rolled his shoulders uneasily. "Yeah?"

The guy nodded in veneration. "We talked this morning. She told me how she learned to handle that weapon of hers. Self-taught. Not a single lesson." He shook his head in awe. "That's just impressive."

Rick lightly sucked in his cheeks, the taste on his tongue souring. This guy's compliments were quickly getting on his nerves. Hopefully, the guy knew when to shut his mouth before things got ugly. "Impressive," he repeated without growling.

The enthralled man heaved a sigh. "That Michonne is amazing." They watched as she bent over to lay her sword down and pick up her water bottle. Rick glared at the obviously ogling guy. The idiot smiled roguishly, adding, "And hot as hell, too."

A snarl twitched at Rick's lip as he slowly tilted his head to eye the oblivious man menacingly. This guy's flattery had started out innocently enough but was now verging on suicidal. Didn't he know who he was talking to?

Then he said the words that would seal his fate.

"I think I might, you know, see if she's interested."

Rick's icy blue eyes burned with rage. He glared at him, swallowing back a bitter taste of irrational jealousy. His hand itched to pull out his Colt and put a bullet between his eyes. Instead, he rolled his neck stiffly and turned toward him, ready to pounce at the next comment he made about her. His ears tinged red as he withheld his rage.

The guy, finally picking up on the suddenly tense mood, turned to look at him uncertainly. "Y-you don't think that's a good idea?"

The guy's innocent tone and naïve look prevented Rick from putting him down right then and there. Instead, he held back a glowering look as he pursed his lips tightly and scratched at his beard in feigned consideration. In reality, his skin was starting to crawl with an urgent need to punch his teeth in. "Probably not," he finally replied with a gravelly voice.

The guy looked around before leaning in conspiratorially. "Why? Is she with somebody?"

He shrugged before lightly sucking in his cheeks again, his hand instinctively resting on his gun. He looked up at him darkly, an unhinged smirk playing on his lips. "We're together."

The guy's face paled as if he'd just stepped in the middle of a hungry hoard. "Ah, shit," he whispered before clearing his throat and backing away slowly. "Sorry, man. I didn't mean to disrespect you or your girlfriend. I just came back from a run a couple weeks ago. I-I didn't know. Sorry, man, sorry," he mumbled, quickly turning away, tripping over himself as he sprinted down the road with his tail between his legs.

Catching her breath, Michonne walked up behind her bow-legged man, drinking from her bottled water, puzzled by the guy who had just dashed away from Rick as if he carried some sort of contagious disease.

She stared up at him curiously, wiping at her mouth with her forearm. "Who was that?"

He turned to look at her before roughly pulling her in his arms. She whimpered in surprise, her water bottle dropping to the ground. He pulled her closer and thoroughly paid worship to her irresistible lips. She gripped tightly to his damp curls as he kissed her thoroughly, using his tongue to fully taste her, sucking on her lips as if they were delicate sources of life.

When he finally pulled away, laying only gentle kisses on her lips, her eyelids fluttered open, her head light from the sudden attack. He held her tightly in his arms as she wordlessly and breathlessly questioned him, wondering why the sudden public display of affection.

He gazed down at her mouth as he softly rubbed her bottom lip with his thumb. "Thank you."

Recognizing the tension in his body and his inability to look her in the eyes, she arched her eyebrow as a realization dawned on her: Rick was jealous. An admonishing smile spread across her face. Whatever that guy had said had riled him up. Fortunately for her, a jealous Rick was a ravenous Rick. Knowing she'd pay for it later – a debt she'd gladly cover – she teased him, "Did this one offer to lay with me after?"

He glowered at her as she chuckled at his show of possessiveness. She shook her head delightedly and kissed him a final time before pulling away. Leave it to her man to get jealous when she had a job to do. He'd just have to wait until the drive home for her to remind him of all the reasons he made her feel the way no other man ever could.

She picked up her water bottle, intentionally bending to give him an eyeful, before turning to walk backwards toward her group of awaiting students. "Next time, ask if he's into bowl cuts and garbage piles. We might know somebody." She grinned at him playfully, turning to head back to work.

He smirked at her with a knowing look in his eyes as she continued her lesson, his jealousy abating and his heart a little bit fuller.


Hi again!

I hope you enjoyed this little one-shot! Jealous Rick is always fun to write! :)

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