I'm thinking about possibly taking prompts so I don't run out of ideas! I love writing this thing but it definitely isn't the most consistent with updates. Usually, I just think up an idea out of nowhere and outline it. Then, another chapter pops up. Thank you guys for continuing to read it & for the nice compliments, though. It's truly inspiring.
Don't worry, for those of you following the pregnancy arc I started-I'll definitely be coming back to it! These moments aren't in any particular order and you might already know this, but they're both "in between" moments to fill in what we don't see on the show and theoretical situations. This one follows Jesus waking up Rick & Michonne after their first time together. episode 6x10/6x11 ish for the time frame.
Upstairs
"Rick," a voice whispered into the darkness, "Wake up."
At that, Rick and Michonne shot up out of bed while grabbing their weapons tightly in their waiting hands. Katana and colt python pointed towards the threat and ready to kill.
Jesus held his hands up, somehow not looking nervous in the least with two weapons pointed directly at him. It was something he was used to. "I think we should talk."
They were unclothed and tired, but it wasn't important right now. What was important was the possible threat standing idly in front of the used bed. He was just yards away. Rick's finger itched to pull the trigger and in the same instant, Michonne pictured using her katana to either impale him or decapitate his head from his body.
Though it felt like a while had passed, Rick instantly recognized the man he and Daryl had tied up and brought back. Obviously, the knots weren't tight enough.
Rick looked through his peripheral to see that Michonne was tense and poised to kill. Then he remembered that she didn't know what Jesus looked like yet and this could've possibly been anybody.
"I think it's okay," he whispered to her without turning around or putting down his gun. "This is the guy Daryl and I found yesterday."
It took a few moments for her to reply, still disheveled from standing naked before this stranger and unsure of what to do. "Oh. Okay."
Jesus' eyes twinkled, which pissed Rick off profusely. He treated the whole thing like it was a play.
"This couldn't have waited?" he grit out through his teeth.
"I don't think so," Jesus replied instantly, now somewhat weary of Michonne's deadly eyes watching his every tiny move.
"Just. Get. Out." Rick said, growing more impatient by the second. "We'll get dressed and then we'll talk, understood?"
Jesus let out a breath he didn't know he had been holding. "Understood."
The door shut and clothes were picked up off the floor instantly. They knew Carl and Judith were in the house with the man neither of them truly knew, so they were quick-putting on their pants and other items in as tactful a pace as they could without panicking.
"I'm sorry about that," Rick said to Michonne while not looking directly at her. He still wasn't used to seeing all of her this way. There was a slight tremble to his voice that didn't go unnoticed to her. She thought it was a sweet trait. "There was 'posed to be somebody watching him."
It was new and exciting even the next day. Her lips upturned slightly as she shook her head insignificantly. It was an embarrassed smile. They were both slightly nervous for more than one reason. The pillows were just where they'd previously left them, but the sheets were all over the place. The previous evening was perfect. It just made sense.
"It wasn't on you," she whispered his way, and something in his chest warmed up instantly. Her words and her persistence meant the world to him.
"Okay," he nodded, unsure of what else to do for the time being. This was all something they hadn't done in the past.
"You think he's okay?" Michonne asked as she peeked out the window to see that the sun was already coming up.
"I don't know. I guess we'll find out," Rick replied as they walked to the door together.
Neither of them were prepared for what they would find on the other side of it. They weren't fully clothed, but either way, it was time to leave the protection of the bedroom and deal with the task. Little did they know, Jesus wasn't the only one waiting on the other side of the door.
People were about to know about the two of them. People were about to put the pieces together to something that they didn't even understand yet-something they didn't have time to understand yet.
