Michonne woke to the sound of Ricks gentle, but loud breathing. Her eyes squinted as they tried to adjust to the now sun-filled room. She let a smile grow on her face as she appreciated the feeling of Rick's limbs tangled with hers. She took in the whole scene, studying every feature of Rick's sleeping body.

She realized the beauty in seeing the man- who was usually so stressed and on edge, in such a peaceful environment. She found herself wanting to touch every line that marked his face, almost to smooth them out- but she didn't want to risk disturbing his sleep. She shut her eyes and pulled up their white fluffy blanket, allowing herself to drift off once more, knowing everything she needed would still be there next time she woke.

She awakened again to the feeling of the man's lips on her arm. She blinked a few times before her eyes locked with his. He looked like a puppy who had just been caught misbehaving. "Didn't mean to wake ya." He said, tilting his head to the side. "You just looked so soft."

Michonne extended her arm so her fingers could run through his curls. She opened her mouth to speak, but changed her mind. Everything she had to say, Rick already knew. Once again they were on the same page. Rick rolled over to view the time displayed on his clock. Michonne's hand slipped down to his chest as he moved.

"8AM." His voice was tired and husky. "We slept in, darlin'." A shiver traveled up Michonne's body as he spoke.

"Oh yeah?" Her eyes met with his once more, as her fingers traced every detail of his chest.

"Yeah…." He didn't break the lock of their eyes, and instead, looked deeply into hers. "I guess we wore each other out." At that, a soft pink tint hit Michonne's cheeks, and she pulled her arm from Rick, to cover her face with her hand.

"Stop." She whispered. Rick could hear the smile on her face. He reached out and tangled his hands with Michonne's, bringing them down away from her face. This revealed the dorky smile that stretched itself under the woman's nose.

Ricks heart felt hot. He felt like he was melting. It still hurt to look at her, but now he liked it. She was so graceful and flawless in everything that she did, he felt like he was looking directly into the sun.

"We should get going." She spoke. "Maggie and the others have been expecting us for over an hour."

"No." He protested, and pulled his body to hers. "You're so warm." The man gently used his hands to push Michonne's body over, so that she was laying on her back. He brought his body partially on top of hers, as he buried his face into her neck, placing a few soft kisses to it.

"No, no." She giggled, not even listening to her own protests, and allowing him to continue.

"Please?" he said, his lips still deep in her skin, moving down to her collarbone.

"What if someone comes to check on us?" This time, Rick disconnected from her, pushing his body up to meet her gaze. He thought for a moment, before speaking.

"Then I'll put a sock on the doorknob." Michonne couldn't stop herself from bursting into laughter. Rick smirked, finding the sound irresistible.

"C'mon, 'Chonne."

"..Rick.." Before she could finish, she let her eyes explore his face, and noticed his bottom lip sticking out. He was pouting.

"You really are a puppy." She said to herself, a smile still projecting through her voice.

"What?"

"Nothing." She paused, and then reached out to wrap her hand around the back of his head, pulling it closer to meet his lips with her own. Despite all his rough edges, he still managed to be so soft with her. She let the kiss linger for another, long, moment. Finally, she separated their lips and brought hers to his forehead. After bringing a soft but passionate peck to it, she whispered into his skin. "Fine."

Rick needed no further hints. His mouth returned to her neck, as he began to suck gently.

"Rick…" she said, her words fogged by giggles. "Stop…people are gonna notice if you-"

"Let them. Let em' all know you're mine." His voice was low and serious, and yet his tone still portrayed love. "It'll keep people off you."

Michonne laughed. "Off me? Maybe I should be the one leaving marks on you. If it'll fend off the little blonde bit-" He cut her off.

"I think you could tattoo 'Michonne's' on my forehead and she wouldn't get the picture." It was a joke, but Michonne's face turned serious as he spoke.

"'Michonne's'?"

"If you'll let me."

"Fine." She repeated, fighting a bigger smile from her face.

"Fine." Once again, this was all the assurance Rick needed. He let his lips travel down her body, savoring every inch.

Roughly an hour later, the two lay sweaty and satisfied wrapped up in each other. They fought to catch their breath as they heard a knock on their door.

"…Shit…." Rick letout.

"Dad?" Carl let out from the other side, as he reached for the knob.

"Just a minute, son. I'll be out soon.." Michonne rolled over and off the bed in a swift motion, taking the blanket off with her, reveling Rick's naked form. She knew it was best to not distract herself by looking, so she made her way straight to his closet to hide. As she did this, Rick began tearing up his dresser, looking for something to throw on.

"Someone's here to see you. Its Jessie, our neighbor-"

"Got it. Tell her we'll be down in a minute."

Carl mouthed the words "We'll?" in confusion to himself. "Got it." He breathed, before turning around and heading downstairs.

"Perfect, thank you!" Said Jessie, after Carl repeated his father's words to her.

"Do you wanna come in? I'm sure my Dad and Michonne wont mind.."

Jessie's eyes shot open. "M-Michonne? Is she still here?" Remembering the events that had taken place the night before.

"Of course. This is her home." Carl stepped aside to let the lady in. He rolled his eyes as he passed her, thinking about how impractical her sundress and sandals were in this world. Just as they made it to the living room, the couple made it downstairs, dark spots dotting what was revealed of Michonne's neck and collar, and an apple in her hand.

"Mornin'." He said, in an attempt at being friendly. Michonne, however, kept a straight face as Jessie smiled up at the two.

"Hi, Rick! I…"

"This is Michonne, by the way." Rick interuppted

"I-I know…"

"Just makin' sure, considering you never seem to address her. Thought maybe you'd lost her name." He tilted his head to the right, as he spoke.

"N-no, I.…Hi Michonne."

"Yeah." Michonne responded, and took a deep bite of her apple.

Carl's eye focused in on Rick taking Michonne's hand. He was confused for a moment, but quickly figured it all out and let on a small smirk.

"Morning Michonne. How come you didn't say hi to me when I came to my dad's door?"