A/N: I loved the scene from the finale where Carl dispatched that walker with the machete just like Michonne would have. That was awesome and gave me this idea that turned into some short and sweet Richonne fluff. Enjoy!

The afternoon sun hung low in the sky, just above the line of trees outside of the walls of Alexandria. Though it was nowhere near as warm as Georgia was, the sweat still glistened on Rick's brow. He checked his wristwatch and then looked over at Carl and Gabriel; they were both finishing up the shooting lessons father and son were giving. They must have realized that the lessons had come to an end for the day as Rick began to gather up the many different firearms; that day, they were teaching Gabriel to use and handle the rifles. The priest proved to be a quick learner, much to Rick's surprise.

"You were good today," said Rick to Gabriel as he ambled over to where he stood. "Better."

"Thank you," Gabriel replied. "For all of this. I feel like I've gotten better now. I feel prepared."

"I think you're ready," said the older of the Grimes.

Gabriel nodded at Rick and then looked past him, offering a smile; Rick heard the footfalls before he turned to see who it was and wore a grin of his own when he saw it was Michonne. She greeted both men amicably and Gabriel soon busied himself with helping Carl, effectively leaving the pair to speak privately as Michonne sidled up next to Rick.

"Hey, everything okay?" Rick asked, noticing that Michonne was without Judith on her hip; a sight that had become common to him since Carl had been shot. Seeing Michonne with his daughter in her arms offered Rick a warm feeling in his chest that he could not explain.

"Everything's fine," she replied, noticing how blue his eyes looked in the afternoon sunlight. "Judy's with Maggie. I came down because Carl and I are gonna do a little training of our own."

"Yeah?" asked Rick, a small smile crossing his face, which in turn caused Michonne to bless him with one of her beautiful, radiant beams.

"Yeah," she offered happily. "I thought some katana lessons would be good for him. It would help with his coordination plus give him another skill set."

Rick nodded his head.

"That's a fine idea," he said. "And Carl was happy to do this?"

"I know he hasn't been in the best of moods, but yes, he was eager. So we're starting today," Michonne explained.

Rick hooked his thumbs in his belt and tilted his head.

"All right then," Rick said with a grin. "Mind if I stick around and watch?"

Michonne noticed that his eyes did this thing where they fell from her eyes to her lips and then went lower, down over her body. She did not know if Rick meant to do it, if he even noticed he was doing it, but she felt her body grow warm each time he did. Those gazes were becoming more frequent, much like their flirting.

"Carl? Is it okay if your dad hangs out with us?" Michonne asked.

The teen glanced over at the pair and then shrugged.

"Sure," he replied, as Michonne walked towards him.

"Come on then, Rick," she said. "You might learn something today."

Rick took the opportunity to look at her backside before asking playfully, "You're gonna teach me?"

Michonne glanced over her shoulder, smiled, and then winked at Rick.

"Stick around and find out."