Chapter 4:

It was the next morning and Rick had just woken up. He turned over in bed and sighed slightly when he saw that Michonne was no longer in bed and his clothes from last night were folded on a chair. He ran his hand through his hair and got up, slipping on his clothes and shoes once he got over to the chair. He could hear the faint sound of music and pans banging down stairs.

He made his way downstairs and followed the noise until he discovered Michonne cleaning downstairs. He leaned against the entrance to the kitchen and watched her. She was unaware of his presence as her back was turned to him and she was cleaning her counters. She was singing softly to herself and lightly swaying her hips. She was wearing a grey pajama romper with a white lace trim that was a bit loose on the top but clung to her on the bottom.

"Hey…" Said Rick finally getting her attention.

Michonne turned and sighed, placing a hand on her hip. "How long you've been standing there?"

Rick shrugged, "Long enough…"

Michonne sighed and rolled her eyes, "you're a creep Rocky."

Rick chuckled, "I gotta go home and change so…"

Michonne nodded as she continued to clean her kitchen. The smell of lemon beginning to fill the room. "Okay." She said simply.

There was a pause between them as Rick watched her again. "Do you want me to come back?"

Michonne smiled a bit to herself but continued to clean not looking up at him, "If you want…"

Rick smiled a bit. She wanted him there and he knew that, even if she wasn't going to explicitly say it. "Alright...I'll be back in like 45 minutes or so."

Michonne nodded again and walked past him, exiting the kitchen. She came back after a minute and put her keys in his hand. "I'll be around cleaning so just come in when you get here." She began to turn away from him and before she can get far he grabbed hold of her waist, pulling her back towards him so they were pressed against each other.

"Kiss for the road?" Rick asked with a bit of a smirk.

Michonne sighed and rolled her eyes, "I'm not your girlfriend Rick."

"I know."

"And yet you want a kiss goodbye?" Asked Michonne with her hand on her hip.

"I do." Said Rick with a smile.

"Who knew Rocky was such a sap." Said Michonne with a smirk.

"Mhm…" Said Rick as he leaned into her and deeply kissed her, sliding his tongue into her mouth. He smiled a bit when he felt her tongue go into his mouth. He kept one arm wrapped around her waist and allowed his other hand to come down and squeeze her ass firmly.

Michonne let out a small giggle and pulled away from him a bit. "Get out of here Rick."

Rick grinned but pulled away from her and nodded. "Don't miss me too much."

"I won't," quipped Michonne. "Try not to get into a fight in between my house and yours."

Rick shrugged as he walked over to the door, "I'll try." He said with a small smile then leaving her house.

Michonne smiled a bit as she watched him exit her home. She looked back at her kitchen and was satisfied with how it now sparkled and she considered this room now done. She had also cleaned the living room when Rick was sleeping and now that he was going to be gone for a bit it was time to clean upstairs.

She made it to her room, noting how Ricks scent filled the room and she sighed out of annoyance, noting how he was quickly taking over. She walked over and opened a window. She made her bed and tidied up her room. Once she was done she walked over to her closet and at the bottom of it was that unlabeled box from the day before.

She let out a breath and bent down so she was on her knees. The box remained closed since she had left New York and now that Rick seemed to be over at her house quite a bit she hadn't had the chance to be by herself and open it. She bit down on her lip and hesitated before she took a pair of scissors and cut the tape that was keeping the box closed.

Inside were various baby objects, most of them were fairly small but there were few that were meant for a child to grow into to. There were a few toys and most of the clothes were a pastel blue. On the top was a sonogram of a baby boy and Michonne held it in her hand. Letting out a deep sigh. "I'm sorry…" She said quietly as she held her sonogram.

She could feel tears beginning to come up and she sighed, "Fuck." She wiped her eyes and placed the sonogram back in the box. And then suddenly in full force she was sobbing and her chest was heaving up and down. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" She shouted to herself. She hated crying and since she left New York she hadn't cried at all. She thought maybe she had moved past the death of her child but now it was like all those days of not crying were catching up to her all at once and she hated it. Thoughts of her child were rushing at her, screaming and she couldn't manage to stop them. She forcefully pushed the box into the closet and rested her hands on her upper thigh as she began to breathe deeply in order to finally stop crying.

She could hear the faint click of her door opening and closing, "Where you at boss?" Called Rick from downstairs.

"Jesus fucking Christ…." She mumbled to herself. She sighed and got up from the floor, closing her closet once she was up. Her room had an adjoining bathroom and she entered it. She looked at herself in the mirror and sighed, instantly annoyed with herself. Her eyes were bloodshot red as if she hasn't slept in weeks or like she had just been crying her eyes out. She turned the water on and splashed some on her face.

"Michonne?" She heard Rick call out again. "Why the fuck is this house so big?" He wondered out loud.

Michonne turned off the water and looked at herself in the mirror again. Her eyes were still red but not as much as before. She figured this would have to do and made a mental note to pick up eye drops in case she would have to cry like this again. She dried off of her face and exited her bathroom just as Rick was stepping into her bedroom.

"This place is like a fucking maze…" He said, looking around the room and then back out her. He noticed the hint of red in her eyes and walked over to her. "You okay?"

"Yes I'm fine Rick." Michonne said, walking away from him so he couldn't look at her as if he would read the truth in her eyes.

Rick watched her walk away and out of the room, squinting back at her. He paused for a moment and then followed behind her. "So you done cleaning today or should I slap on some yellow gloves?" He asked with a bit of a smile attempting to lighten her mood.

"I'm done." Michonne said firmly as she walked back down the stairs, not looking in his direction.

"...you sure you're okay?" He asked, now reaching out to touch her shoulder.

Michonne sighed and shook his hand off of her shoulder. "I'm fine Rick. Fuck, just leave me alone okay?" She asked, finally turning back to him as they got to the bottom of the stairs.

Rick stared at her, clearly confused, his mouth slightly open. "Did I do something or…?" He asked trying to think back to when he was here.

"Just leave it the fuck alone Rick. Why do you do this to me? Why can't you just drop shit? There is nothing wrong just stop." Michonne said, anger and annoyance in her voice.

Rick squinted and furrowed his brow, "should I go?"

Michonne sighed, "I don't care Rick do whatever the fuck you want." She said walking away from him and going back into the kitchen.

Rick watched her walk away and shifted his weight to his other leg. There were several minutes of silence until Rick had decided what he would do. "Yeah...I'm gonna go. Let me know when get tired of being an asshole." He said with a sigh.

"Go fuck yourself!" Michonne shouted from the kitchen.

"Fuck you!" Rick shouted back. He left her home and slammed the door.

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About 2 hours later

It was a little under 2 hours since Rick had left Michonne's home and he was still angry. He went home and paced around his house unable to sit down. He was confused and irritated and he wanted to take it out on someone. It seemed like the longer he held onto what happened with Michonne the angrier he became. He finally decided to leave the house and he was looking for a fight.

He walked the streets of Kings County with his fists balled and the look in his eyes was daring anyone to say something to him. He was beginning to think he had actually run out of enemies until he heard a familiar voice call out to him.

"You wanna sucker punch me again, man?" Shouted Christopher who was towards the end of the street, walking towards Rick. He had one black eye but still seemed determined to get back at Rick for the fight at the pizza place the day before.

Rick smirked to himself at the voice and turned around to face Christopher. "Come here and I'll give you another black eye."

"You're a real son of a bitch Grimes." Growled Christopher who had now caught up to where Rick was. "You think you're hot shit now that you're little girlfriend is back in town?"

Rick smirked, "keep talking and see what's gonna happen to you." He stepped closer to the man so now they were toe to toe.

"Am I supposed to be scared of you? Let me tell you something Grimes you may have everyone else shook in this town but not me." Said Christopher.

"And why not you,huh?" Asked Rick, his voice thick with sarcasm.

"Because you're bullshit sob story is just that. Oh woe is me the girl I was dating went to New York. Oh woe is me I'm a divorced sack of shit. Blah, blah, blah. You ain't the only who goes through shit the only difference between you and the rest of the people in this damn town is if we did half the shit you did we would be locked up." As Christopher spoke he left several one finger jabs on Rick's chest.

Rick sighed, quickly growing bored of the man's speech. This wasn't the first time he heard these things and he knew it wasn't going to be the last so he had stopped listening a long time ago. "Are you done talking shit now?"

Christopher glared at Rick for a moment. "Yeah I'm done asshole." He said as he reared his first back to land a hard punch on Rick's nose.

Rick stumbled back at the hit but smirked once he regained his composure. Most people in Kings County weren't known for their fighting unless they were law enforcement so it was rare he fought someone that had the ability to shake him but clearly Christopher was different. Rick walked back to the man, his lip slightly twitching as he punched him back landing it on the already black and blue eye.

The two men fought for several minutes and there were now many onlookers. They were both getting equally good hits and therefore both looked equally horrible. With one more punch Rick had knocked the man down in a similar fashion to the way he did in the pizza shop. He was now straddling the man again and punching him but this time he could feel that he was more tired than before since it was more of a fair fight. Rick paused for what felt like a slight moment in between punching Christopher and then in a second Rick was on the ground and now he was he the one being punched and straddled.

It felt like time had slowed down as Rick was being punched repeatedly and he was beginning to get desperate for this fight to be done with. Finally before another punch can land on his face Rick pushed his head back and then propelled himself forward in order to head-butt the man. The head-butt caused Christopher to groan and had successfully made the punching stop as Christopher had now rolled onto the ground cradling his head.

Now that they were separated people began to walk over to them with more of their attention focused on Christopher then him. Rick let out a small groan the pain of the fight was now beginning to get to him. He sat up slowly and paused, catching his breath and working up the energy to get up. After several minutes he finally got up, letting out a groan, and began to walk home. He was in pain and knew tomorrow would be worst but a small part of him was relieved. He no longer felt any anger towards what had happened earlier. Now he was calm.

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Several hours later

It was now nighttime and Kings County was quiet. Michonne was alone in her home and as much as she didn't care to admit it, she felt guilty. She didn't want Rick to leave earlier but she was upset. Mad at herself for allowing herself to be sad again. Mad that she was still sad despite what she tried to tell herself. Mad that her baby was no longer alive. It all made her mad and she took that out Rick which she was now regretting.

She sighed as she sat on her couch. She knew this could easily turn into New York all over again and she didn't want that to happen. She enjoyed his company and his affection and missed it more than she would like to admit. She paused for a moment and then finally got up, she went upstairs and quickly changed into a pair of black leggings and an oversized pajama shirt. She slipped on some flip flops and left her home. She wasn't exactly sure of where Rick lived but she knew he was somewhere on her street so she walked down her block. She smiled a bit to herself when she saw a familiar figure sitting on a porch.

She walked up to his home but stopped when she got to his small set of stairs. "Hey…" She said, gently.

Rick glanced over at her direction and sighed, "Hey…" He grumbled back.

"Can we talk?" She asked.

"I don't want to argue with you Michonne…." Said Rick, he picked up the beer bottle that was next to him and took a sip.

"Me neither." Said Michonne.

"What the fuck was that this morning? What happened?" Ask Rick with a sigh.

There was a pause between them, "...I'm sorry." She said softly. "I'm going through some shit…"

"What kind of shit?" He asked, glancing over at her again.

"Bad shit." Replied Michonne. "Can I come up?"

Rick nodded and moved over on the bench he was sitting on so she can sit next to him. She sat down next to him and glanced at him. She noticed new cuts and bruises on him now that she was closer and sighed a bit. "Look at me," she told him. He turned in her direction, her eyes widen a bit when she saw all of him. He had several band aids all over his face, it seemed like there was a new cut on his lip and a dark circle around his left eye. "Rick…" She said softly.

"I'm okay." He responded.

"You look like shit." She said, still taking in his appearance. "What happened?"

Rick shrugged a bit and finally turned his face from hers. "Just a fight is all."

"What happened?" Michonne asked again, now more firmly.

Rick sighed as he looked out on his street. "Apparently Christopher is not a fan of getting sucker punched. Who knew?" He asked, his tone a bit sarcastic.

Silence fell between them again for a few minutes. "I'm sorry…" Said Michonne again quietly.

"It's not your fault."

"It is. I yelled at you. You left. So you got into a fight."

"It would have happened anyway."

"Maybe but I could have at least been there for you."

Several minutes of silence fell between them again as Michonne looked intently at Rick and Rick fixed his view on the street before him. "I'm sorry." She said again.

Rick sighed, "You know you can talk to me right?" He asked, turning to her.

Michonne nodded a bit, "I know. It's just some shit….is hard to talk about."

Rick nodded in understanding, "I don't know anything about what happened in New York but...you gotta give me something Michonne. I'm not gonna pry, you know that. And if you don't want to talk now that's fine but I need something. We're different people now I just want to understand why."

Michonne sighed and nodded. The death of her child wasn't something that she wanted to talk about but she agreed with Rick. They were different and in order to have whatever the hell they were work they would have to learn more about each other. There were several minutes of silence and Michonne turned away from him now facing the street. "I had a kid. He died from SIDS and now I don't have a kid anymore. So I came back home. It was…." She paused, biting down on her lip. "It was a lot to deal with it. But I don't want talk about it. I am so fucking tired of crying about it so I needed to just get out of New York. I'll tell you more about it later but….I'm not going to now. And I don't want questions asked about it."

Rick watched her intently, she didn't want to talk about but he had a million questions for her. However, he kept them to himself not wanting to push her away. He slipped his hand into hers and gently kissed the back of her hand as a way to silently tell her I'm sorry and thank you for letting me in. Michonne smiled a bit at his kiss, understanding what he meant. "You gotta stop fighting Rocky." She said, after a pause, turning back to him.

"I just...I think I'm angry about a lot of things and I don't know where to put it." Said Rick in a low voice.

Michonne leaned in, laying her head on his shoulder. "You aren't gonna have many people to call friends sooner or later."

"...I have you." Said Rick quietly.

Michonne smiled and pulled away to look at him, "Who told you we're friends?"

Rick let out a small chuckle, "I'm sorry I forgot, acquaintances."

"At best." Michonne said, reminding him with a smirk.

Rick smiled, "At best." He leaned in and gave her a gentle kiss on her lips. He wrapped his arms around her waist and gently slid her onto his lap.

Michonne pulled away and smiled, "I'm not fucking you on your porch, Rocky."

Rick chuckled, "Where would you prefer to be boss?"

"A bed would be ideal. You got one of those?" She asked, as she slipped off his lap and was now standing in front of him with a hand on her hip.

Rick grinned up at her, "Yeah, I got one of those." He said as he got up and grabbed her hand, gently pulling her into his home. He led her up the stairs and into the bedroom. He sat on the edge of her bed and pulled her onto his lap again and kissed her deeply again. He slipped his hands underneath the front of her shirt and gently cupped her breast with one hand and his other hand held onto her waist. He smiled a bit when he heard a quiet gasp escape her mouth. They pulled away briefly so he can pull her shirt off of her and he began kissing her jaw and then neck, trailing down until her breasts were in his mouth. Michonne closed her eyes a faint smile on her face as she felt Rick grow underneath her.

She slipped off of his lap and he looked at her a bit confused, "Lay back, Rocky." He squinted a bit at her but did as he told, fully laying down on the bed. She got on top of him, straddling him and scooted back a bit and began to unbuckle his pants. She felt Rick's eyes on her and she smirked at this. She unzipped his pants and moved them down and then did the same with his boxers. She smiled widely when she was met with his dick that was covered in pre-cum. She lightly flicked the head with her tongue and smiled when she heard him mumble something and saw that his eyes were half closed. After a few moments of teasing him she took him into her mouth and heard a guttural moan from Rick. She put on hand around the base of his dick and mimicked her bobbing head movements with her hand.

"Fuck…" Groaned Rick as she continued. He felt like was going to come in a moment and he was attempting to put off his release but he wasn't sure for how much longer. "Wait...wait, wait. Michonne." Said Rick a bit out of his breathe.

Michonne pulled up from him and smiled, licking her lips a bit. "You can't hang Rocky?"

Rick let out a breath he was previously holding onto now that she had finally stopped. "Not with you, I guess."

Michonne let out a light laugh and climbed off of him so she can take off of her leggings and underwear. She walked over to the base of the bed, feeling Rick's eyes on her again. She pulled off Rick's pants and underwear and straddled him again, lingering above him. "You good?" She asked with a raised eyebrow. Rick nodded and bit down on his lip as she slowly slid herself onto him, letting out a small moan herself. She arched her back and gripped his thighs as she swiveled her hips on him.

Michonne let out small gasps and eventually fell forward so her hands were resting right above where Rick's shoulders were. He could feel small sensations of her tightening and releasing against him and he knew that she was close. While still inside her he flipped her so now she was the one on bottom and he was on top. "Rick…" She breathed, into his neck. "Faster." She said as she wrapped her legs around his waist.

He smiled at her words and bucked into her faster than before, almost begging her to be done so he could be done as well. She let out a moan, her face now buried in his neck, as she began to come, letting out small quicken gasps. Once Rick knew she was coming he allowed himself to do the same and quickly released himself into her, also letting out a quiet moan. After a few moments of catching their breathe he slipped out of her and rolled over to her side. "You're gonna kill me girl…" He said after a moment of silence.

Michonne let out a light laugh and turned so she was facing him. "Maybe if you stop fighting you'll be able to hang a little longer."

"Or maybe I should keep on fighting so you come and lick my wounds." He said with a smirk.

"Oh my god…" Said Michonne with an eye roll. She turned back around so that her back was facing him. She moved back and pulled his arm around her waist. "Just for tonight." She said, before he could say something. "Ony cause I feel bad about this morning."

"Can we argue every day?" Asked Rick with a smile as he adjusted to her and lightly kissed her shoulder.

Michonne chuckled, "Go to sleep Rocky."

Rick kissed her lightly on the shoulder again, "Goodnight boss."

A/N: Thanks for the reviews/follows/favorites everyone! I'm glad yall are enjoying the story so far and I did another long chapter since you guys enjoyed the length of the last one! Next chapter is gonna have some flashbacks to better understand their past relationship. Now time to respond to some reviews :)

ShunnieIsFine: Thanks! :)

gdyoung59: Lol yes lots of baggage to work through but I agree they do need eachother

Vegaslover: Why you out here predicting the whole story tho? Lol nah but one of your questions has been answered in this chapter and next update you'll get more info. Thanks for liking the story :)

Guest: Thanks! Lol they definitely have had sex before hence why she was not surprised.

Selfyshhluv: Yess I love angst stories too so I am glad you're liking this one! :)

Lavender73: I just like to imagine that it's small town where people gossip. Rick has gotten into fights with a lot of them so they don't like him for that and Michonne is back after 10 years and is standoffish with everyone and doesn't bother to hide her annoyance with them. So therefore they aren't the most liked people right now haha

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Demishaclark77: Next update will let you know more about their history, no worries! :)