June 3. 1944 Manhattan, New York Alexandria Lounge
The loud laughter of customers and the pungent smell of cigars wafted in the air as the night rode on.
Glasses clinked, while loud demands for expensive alcohol were made. In the midst of it all sat Negan Smith. Anyone could tell he was having the time of his life.
"Is everything to your liking, sir?" Sherry, one of the dancers asked.
"It would all be even better if you were here by my side," Negan winked, whilst leaning back in his seat.
Sherry blushed, and tucked her brown hair behind her ear, "Would you like anything else?"
"Why don't you come here and sit with me for a while, huh?"
"But sir, I-"
"Dwighty-boy!" Negan called, waving his hand. A tall, lanky, blond man made his way to Negan's side almost immediately. Although he seemed to keep to himself in comparison to the other Saviors, he was quite the looker due to the nasty burn scar on the side of his face.
"Yeah, boss?" Dwight asked, his eyes avoiding both Negan and Sherry's gaze.
"Go get me and hot stuff over here, some black label whisky. Oh, and make sure Fat Joey isn't eating out the lounge's kitchen."
"Yes, boss," the scar-faced man bowed his head down, and quickly walked to the bar. His heart was thumping in his chest as his vision blurred from both the obnoxiously bright lights, and the incoming tears building up in his eyes.
"Shit," Dwight muttered, wiping his face with his sleeve. "It's been two years, forget her."
His hatred for Negan grew even deeper. Seeing his ex-fiancée with him. He wanted nothing more than to crush his windpipes with the heel of his boot. "No. Not yet."
"What the fuck?"
Dwight looked up to see a blonde haired woman in a pink dress walking up to him.
"Jesus Christ... what the fuck happened to your face?" She snickered.
The man touched his right eye, and shook his head, "Story for another time, sweetheart."
The blonde scoffed, "It's nothing like I've see before, and I grew up in Staten Island."
"South Jersey."
"What?"
"I grew up in South Jersey."
"Seriously? I hate Jersey. You know, my aunt-" Andrea was interrupted by a large man running towards the two of them.
"D-Dwight- Jesus- Dwight- ah man, my lungs-" The fat man gasped for air, as he leaned on the bar countertop.
"Spit it out, Joey," Dwight sighed.
"Prick- Rick the- R-Rick the prick! He's here!"
Andrea's ears perked up, she was curious to know who this 'Rick the prick' guy could be. Telling by the faces of both Dwight and Joey, he was clearly someone who would stir up some trouble.
"Shit... does Negan know?" Dwight muttered, running his fingers through his hair.
"No! Look at him, man! Shit!"
"Is he alone? Is Grimes alone?"
Fat Joey stared at Dwight as if he was a complete and utter retard.
"Of course not!"
Ah, of course. 'Rick the prick' had to be Rick Grimes. "Shit." Andrea calculated in her head how long it would take till gunfire would be exchanged between the two groups. Alexandria lounge was a large club. Negan had completely taken over the VIP section and had guards on the lookout around him.
This left the general area empty with the exception of the regulars. But the real question was still unanswered, would Rick Grimes accept being front and center in the common area of the club?
"Shit," Andrea muttered. She walked out of the VIP section and over to the main bar, and saw Jesus making a drink for a man she'd never seen before.
"Hey, Jesus, can you make me a-" Andrea's trail of thought completely disappeared as the man at the bar turned around.
The man smirked at her, and nodded his head in greeting. She could feel him sizing her up and undressing her with his brown eyes.
"Shit," Andrea thought, smiling at the man shyly. As he opened his mouth to say something, Andrea felt a hand rest on her shoulder.
"Goddamnit!" The blonde yelled, startled at the physical touch, "Mitch! What did I say about sneaking up on me like that!?"
Michonne flashed her smile at her friend, and shook her head, "What? Am I interrupting something?"
Andrea turned around back to the bar, and noticed that the man was nowhere to be found.
"Where did he-" She started.
"You're up. Jessie just finished her song, and we're taking a 20 minute break before the next gig. So you better get ready, alright?" Michonne instructed.
"Again? I just finished an hour ago," Andrea muttered, narrowing her eyes.
Michonne couldn't help but be annoyed by Andrea's response to going on stage again. "At least you get to go on stage at all, Andrea."
"Oh, no, Mitch, that's not what I-"
"It's fine, I know you might be tired. Sorry, I just really..." Michonne furrowed her eyebrows, "I haven't been out there in a while."
Andrea pursed her lips, and tilted her head, "I didn't mean to be insensitive, Mitch."
Michonne gave her a tight smile, "The little twirl you did at the end did wonders with the audience last time, you should do it again."
Andrea smiled, "So you're not mad at me?"
"I told you, it's fine."
"Okay... wish me luck?"
"Always. I'll keep a lookout for your little admirer as well."
The two women shared a hug, before Andrea ran to the dressing room to get ready.
Michonne pulled her long dreads into a ponytail, and stretched her arms. She was already aware of the Saviors alongside their leader, Negan being there. But she was unaware of the second group that decided to take attendance for whatever reason.
She wasn't ignorant about the shady business that went around these parts. No, she'd witnessed it with her own very two eyes on a multitude of occasions.
It'd been about a year since she came from Atlanta to kickstart a music career for herself. But instead of the Big Apple, she found herself in the shady side of Manhattan.
She was all alone in the dangerous city, until Michonne met Andrea at Dale's diner, Michonne's part time day job where she worked as a waitress.
Andrea was with her sister Amy, who decided to have her wedding reception right at the diner. So while the festivities went on, Michonne found Andrea sitting outside with a bottle of champagne all alone.
One thing led to another, and the two found comfort in each other's misery and joyful stories. Now they were practically sisters.
Although singing was something Michonne loved to do, she had thought many times to give it up and just go back home to Atlanta. But it wasn't an option she wanted to consider.
She knew whatever waited for her back there, would be infinitely times worse than staying in crime ridden Manhattan.
She would take her chances against bullets and shady deals.
Snapping out of her thoughts, Michonne tapped on the counter, "Jesus, get me a gin and tonic."
Shane walked back to the seating area of where his two friends, Abraham and Rosita sat. He looked around for the main man himself, and scratched his head when he couldn't find him.
"Aye, where's Rick?" Shane asked, taking a seat next to the red head.
"Most likely checking in with Daryl and Sasha regarding the perimeter," Rosita sniffed, rubbing her nose.
"He really thinks that's a good idea?" Shane grinned cheekily, snagging a beer from the table in front of them.
"You really think Daryl has the balls to make a move like that?"
"Hell nah! The man is ruthless, but he sure as shit isn't gonna start uging bumplies with the woman!" Abraham bellowed.
"Abe," Rosita scolded.
"I'd pay to see him try," Shane snickered.
"I'd pay to watch the real thing!!"
"Abraham!!" Rosita snapped, "Knock it off!!"
Both men laughed, as Rosita rolled her eyes at their immaturity. Their laughter soon died down, as they saw none other than Rick Grimes, walking back towards them.
"Where did you go, brother?" Shane asked, laying a hand on Rick's shoulder as he sat down next to them.
"Checking in with the others. Sasha's patrolling the perimeter, and Daryl's on lookout above ground," Rick responded, lighting a cigar.
"I thought you quit," Rosita nodded, "Bad habit, remember?"
Rick shrugged, taking a puff of his lit kryptonite, "No matter how bad it is, I just can't stay away from it."
"Oh, the show's about to start," Abraham excitedly pointed out, nodding toward the stage they sat in front of.
Rick leaned back in his seat, barely paying attention to the dimmed lights, and the velvet curtains being pulled up.
"Awe, man, that's the chick I saw when I went to the bar," Shane smirked, "That's gotta be the prettiest thang I've ever seen."
"Thang?" Rosita glared.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Shane sarcastically apologized, "Woman."
"Just shut up and watch!"
On stage, was a blonde in a short light pink dress that showed off her ample cleavage and generously displayed her curves.
'Exposition Swing' by Duke Ellington started playing, and the blonde started to dance as if no one was watching.
"Well, I'll be damned," Shane muttered, clearly mesmerizing by her moves, "You seeing this?" He nudged Rick's arm.
"Mhm," Rick grunted, showing clear disinterest in the display before him.
"Man, lighten up! This is your chance to relax a little bit, brother!"
"Your definition of relaxing is very different from mine, Shane. This was your idea, you could've ignored that guy's invitation."
"Who knows? Maybe you might get lucky tonight," Shane winked, gesturing toward a group of women giggling a few feet away from them. They all shyly squealed, as Rick turned his head toward them.
"Yeah, maybe," Rick wasn't exactly interested in finding a romantic partner, mainly because his line of work didn't allow him to that luxury. But finding someone to keep him warm at night wasn't all that bad of an idea.
Sasha made her rounds through the entire perimeter of the lounge's exterior twice. She didn't seem to find anything off base, which meant that they were most likely in the clear.
As she went back around to the main buildings, a man jumped in front of her seemingly from nowhere.
"Hey, hey, hey," he smiled eerily, revealing his darkened teeth, "No need to be scared, little girl.."
Sasha cursed her reflexes from being so slow, as she rested her hand on her gun. She was a sharp shooter, excelling in long distance fights. When it was up-close and personal, she was still rusty.
"What's a pretty little thing like you doing with a thing like that?" He creepily asked, sauntering closer to her, "Didn't mommy and daddy teach you not to play with dangerous things?"
Sasha glared at the man, "If only he knew."
"God, you're pretty..." the man leaned in closer, and sniffed Sasha, allowing her to smell his putrid B.O. and breath.
With him being momentarily distracted, Sasha jutted him in the nose with her elbow. Before she could grab her gun, the man swiped his leg underneath her, causing her to fall over.
"You stupid bitch! For once I was trying to be a gentleman, I guess you like it rough..." the man hissed, pulling at her hair.
"G- get off of me, you piece of shit!!" Sasha yelled, struggling to push the man off of her.
"The more you fight, the longer it's gonna be," the disgusting man giggled, licking her earlobe.
The sound of air being punctured by an arrow could be heard in midst of the struggle. The man's eyes bulged, as he felt his neck get impaled by a sharp object.
The tip of an arrow head pierced through his neck, allowing Sasha to quickly push him off of her. She shuddered, as she watched a pool of blood surround the man laying dead on the floor.
"Sasha!" A gruff voice shouted. She felt herself being engulfed into a tight hug. She melted into the warmth of the embrace and rested her head on their chest. She closed her eyes and took solace in the sound of their erratic heartbeat.
"Daryl," she muttered, "Daryl."
"You hurt? Look at me, you hurt?" Daryl asked, pulling her away, and checking her body for marks.
"I'm fine," she sighed, "Let me stay off ground next time, alright?"
He nodded, momentarily getting lost in his thoughts.
"Oh, and don't tell Rick."
"Sasha.."
"Don't," the woman pressed, "I'm not in the mood for an interrogation and another fit."
Daryl understood why she was so reluctant on telling Rick what happened. They all knew he was a passionate person in all ways, including anger.
His wrath had no end, especially in regards to any harms that falls on his family. This especially applied to Sasha, whom he saw as a younger sister. Partially due to the fact that they grew up together, and the fact that he felt responsible for the demise of her entire family.
"Alright," Daryl grunted, "Who was that asshole anyway?"
Sasha kicked the man over on his back, and searched his pocket. All they found were cigarettes, viagra pills, a handgun, a switchblade, and a bag of nose dust.
"Not much," Sasha muttered. Curiously, she took off the man's coat, and checked his pale flesh, "Maybe he might be affiliated."
"Check his chest. Lemme do it," Daryl interjected, ripping the grey button up shirt off, he immediately saw a tattoo of a wire baseball bat intertwined with vines and roses, "Damn Savior.
Sasha looked up at Daryl in alarm, "What the hell is a Savior doing here?"
"We gotta go tell Rick."
"Wait, are there anymore around?"
Daryl paused, "They never travel alone, this one doesn't seem to be of much importance to them so I'm assuming he'd be disposable. So yeah, there are prolly a lot more around here."
Sasha immediately realized something that had been itching at her brain since they had pulled in to the entrance of the lounge discreetly without the rest of their group.
"That car... out front... who's car is that?" She slowly asked, pulling out her revolver.
The two shared a look of dread, and ran towards the entrance of the lounge to warn their family on the laying danger near them.
"SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!!" Philip Blake screamed, "MILTON!!"
"Y-yes, governor..?" Milton asked, scrambling into his office in fear.
"Why-" The Governor kissed his teeth, and closed his eye, "Why is Rick Grimes sitting outside in the main lounge? As a matter of fact, why is he here in the first place?"
"I- I thought maybe... if we had more.. people- people with status, we could make some extra money tonight."
Philip felt his blood vessel press against his forehead, "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!? DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS!? YOU JUST INITIATED A WAR TO TAKE PLACE IN MY CLUB!!"
Milton furrowed his eyebrows, "I- I don't understand."
"Did they not teach you to stick with the given plan in Vermont!? The guest of honor tonight was Negan Smith!! Why the fuck is Rick Grimes here as well!?"
"Is that bad...?"
"Is that bad? IS THAT BAD!?" Philip yelled, shattering a glass on the wall near Milton's head.
Milton yelped in fear, and covered his head. He was terrified of what the Governor was going to do to him by this point.
Yet, he still had no idea how dire the consequences could be because of this fatal mistake of inviting two of the biggest rival gangs to the same club.
"The woman before me, Deana Monroe, had created a contract with the people outside of this room, to keep this lounge a neutral zone in midst of their wars. And I'll be damned if I lose this place because of a fuck up that you made in hope of being resourceful," Philip hissed.
"I didn't-"
"I don't care!! You ass-shit!! If you don't fix the mess you've created, I'll be damned if you walk out of here with your limbs still intact! Get out of my fucking office!!"
Milton scrambled out of there without missing a beat.
Michonne watched as her best friend danced on stage, and subtly mimicked her dance moves. She'd spent a generous amount of time watching Andrea practice her routine.
She nearly screamed, as Andrea did her signature move of shaking her bottom and revealing what was underneath her dress.
Michonne laughed, as she watched the majority of the audience choke on their drinks or gape their mouth's wide open.
She noticed a man in particular being completely mesmerized by her best friend. His eyes were wide open, and he looked as if he was trying to savor every moment of her on that stage.
He was a ruggedly handsome man, with a short brown hair and a large nose that fit his face quit well.
Judging from his bandages on his bruised fists, Michonne could tell he was hot head. Anger would've been the number one red flag, if it wasn't for the revolver peeking out from under his coat.
She curiously observed the rest of the people accompanying him.
There was a woman, a very beautiful woman, wearing a black dress and a black bow in her long hair. Her red lipstick contrasted beautifully from her pale skin, and made her stand out from most people in the room.
The most interesting thing about her, was the strap around her thigh that was exposed through the slit of her dress. Michonne could only assume there was either a gun or a knife attached to it.
The man next to her looked straight out of a comic strip in the morning paper. He was a large ginger, with a very comical looking mustache. His face was almost as red as his hair, indicating his overconsumption of alcohol.
The man himself was a weapon, so Michonne didn't even bother to keep looking for one. His loud cheer, as Andrea winked at the audience echoed within the room.
Michonne stifled her laughter, but her breath got stuck in her throat as she saw the last man.
He sat completely in his own world, seemingly uninterested in whatever was going on around him. But Michonne didn't have the time or the desire to wonder what he was thinking.
The black fedora covered his head, but Michonne could still see the brown curls peaking out from underneath. Her hands subconsciously clenched, as she imagined raking her finger through them.
His face was sculpted so beautifully, Michonne thought she was momentarily going insane and staring at a painting.
The delicate detail of his Greek nose and pink lips gave him an angelic beauty, which stood out from his stoic demeanor.
And despite the lack of facial hair, the man was the embodiment of masculinity for Michonne. Everything about him screamed, 'Danger, sin, lust.'
She shuddered, as she imagined herself bitting his perfect lips, and leaving them swollen.
She cursed herself as arousal pooled in her panties over a man she didn't even know. She was so invested in her fantasy about this stranger, she didn't notice a man and woman walk in, and head towards the group she spied on.
And unbeknownst to everyone else, Negan, alongside the Saviors, Dwight, Joey, Arat, and Laura left the V.I.P. section.
Michonne's eyes widened, as she noticed Negan making his way toward the group. If there was a confrontation, chances were gunfire would be shared. And the last thing Michonne needed was for Andrea in be in the midst of it.
But before she could do anything, Milton ran in between the two groups, effectively startling everyone and resulting in a number of firearms being taken out.
"Fucking idiot," Michonne muttered, running to the stage door to escort Andrea to safety.
Rick sat in boredom, as everyone else watched the performance with glee. He glanced at Shane, and nearly chuckled as his best friend drooled over the dancing blonde.
"He's finally experienced the beauty of love at first sight," Rosita giggled.
"That's lust," Abraham laughed.
"How can you even tell the difference?"
"Shane Jr." Both Rick and Rosita made the mistake of glancing at Shane's pants.
"Abraham!!" Rosita scolded.
The ginger simply laughed in amusement. Rick shook his head, and leaned in his seat. His eyes narrowed, as Daryl and Sasha headed in their direction. Their faces had a sense of urgency. Something was wrong.
"What's going on?" Rick asked, sitting up and resting his hand on his colt.
"Saviors," Sasha frowned, "We caught one. A henchman most likely, but we suspect there's more."
"That car, the one y'all parked in front of," Daryl growled, "It's his."
Rick's face contorted from alarm to anger, "Where is he?"
As if on cue, a skittish man ran into Daryl, and adjusted his glasses on his mousy face, "Calm down everyone!!"
Rick turned his head to see who exactly he was talking to, and took out his gun once he saw Negan and his crew not far off from Rick and his group.
"You prick asshole," Negan grinned, waving his baseball bat, "You just keep showing up everywhere I go, huh?"
"What the fuck are you doing here?" Rick growled, cocking his head to the side.
"I can ask you the same thing, you southern fired piece of shit. You know, I understand this is a place for a good ole' kumbaya fest with all the pleasures that life has to offer, but I'm not planning on sharing it with you."
Rick glared at him, and looked at Milton, "Is this a set up?"
Milton paled, "N- No! I didn't know there was any bad blood between the two of you!"
"Jesus Fucking Christ," Abraham glared.
"There's actually a man named Jesus here," Milton chuckled, trying to lighten the mood.
"Don't play coy, asshole," Rosita glowered, "Are you gonna tell us what the fuck is going on? Or do we gotta paint the walls red?"
"No need for that!" The Governor interjected, coming out of his office, "There seems to be a terrible misunderstanding."
"Terrible isn't the word for it," Sasha muttered.
"Care to tell us why he's here?" Rick asked, tilting his head towards Negan, "I don't have a problem airing this whole place out if I don't get a proper answer."
"Please, that would be unnecessary," the Governor defended, flashing a smile, "You see, Milton here, got the dates mixed up. This was never intended to happen."
"Sasha. Abraham," Rick called out, "Check his story out."
The two nodded and grabbed Milton by the arm, leading him away towards the Governor's office.
"If you're lying..."
"I assure you, Mr. Grimes," the Governor smiled, "We can get this under control."
"Pfft, boring," Negan yawned, "Grimes and I, we got some catching up to do."
"Negan," Simon called out, coming in from outside, "David. He's dead."
Negan smiled, and looked down at his feet, "Now, why do I have a feeling that's got something to do with you, Grimes?"
Rick narrowed his eyes, that must be the Savior Sasha and Daryl were talking about.
"Killing my men? That's gonna led to a real fucking problem, Ricky."
"There's a code, we don't kill unless necessary. He must've done something to provoke my people," Rick snapped, "Daryl?"
Daryl knew no matter what he said, Rick would know if he was lying or not. And there was no point in lying, especially when it came to her.
"That piece of shit tried to rape Sasha. I shot him dead before he could do any real harm," Daryl glared. Sasha was going to kill him for exposing her like that.
Silence fell upon everyone including Negan. Every organization had a moral code, a policy. They all had their differences, but there was a very common rule that applied to everyone. No rape.
Negan's rule over the saviors was a harsh but effective one. He allowed them to partake in any form of illegal activity so as long as it benefited him.
Except there was the very clear rule of no women and no children being hurt. David had always behaved strangely around the Savior women, Negan noticed that. He always kept a watchful eye, but never saw anything out of the ordinary. Until now.
"Fucking asswipe," Negan muttered, "Shit... he was not supposed to do that."
Rick was fuming he narrowed his eyes, and bit his inner cheek, "He tried to do what to Sasha?"
Daryl shook his head, "He's dead, Rick."
"No, no... they broke a rule. Okay, I'm not leaving till get some sort of compensation," he glared.
Sasha and Abraham returned with Milton, and threw a file on the table, "He was telling the truth, we were supposed to be here tomorrow. He just ended up calling today," Sasha confirmed.
She noticed everyone giving her a sympathetic look, and saw Rick angrily holding his gun at Negan. Negan himself looked guilty, and seemed to tone done his cocky back talk.
She glared at Daryl, knowing what had happened while she was gone. He didn't even attempt to meet her eyes.
"Sasha-" Daryl grunted.
"Don't," She hissed.
Negan sighed, "What happened shouldn't have happened... Sasha... I wanna apologize for Creepy Davey's behavior. What he did was really fucking bad. I'll take the fall for this one."
"Yeah, you better, shithead!" Shane yelled, "You broke conduct!"
"We'll leave you alone tonight," Negan paused, "Pretend like tonight didn't happen."
"Negan-" Simon started.
"That doesn't mean I'm not fighting the urge to kill you, Grimes. Think of this as an apology."
Rick opened his mouth to protest, he wanted nothing more than to shoot Negan and his crew dead, but Sasha intervened.
"We- I accept your apology," She nodded, "Just leave, tonight was a freebie and no one gets hurt."
"Deal," Negan grinned. He whistled his call, signaling all the Saviors to meet with him, and left the lounge.
"Rosita. Daryl. Check if they're all gone," Rick ordered, "Scout the area from above when you're done with the perimeter."
The two nodded, and rushed outside. Rick turned back to the Governor, and tilted his head.
The Governor clapped his hands, and smiled, "What happened tonight was never our intention. And for that we'd like to offer you a free show."
"You think that's gonna make up for nearly getting us ambushed?" Abraham asked.
"No, of course not. But we can pay you with free drinks, an empty club, and a woman or women of your choice to preform for you."
"We'll pass," Rick glared, "Shane, go start the car."
"I insist," the Governor pleaded. The last thing he needed, was to get on the bad side of Rick Grimes.
Rick ignored him, and placed his gun on his hip, "Me and my people are leaving."
Pushing past Milton, Rick and his group walked through the lounge and toward the exit. He noticed Sasha lagging behind everyone else, and stopped to wait for her.
"Hey, you okay?" Rick softly asked, placing a hand on her shoulder.
Sasha looked up at him, and nodded, "Yeah, I'm good. He's dead, that's all that matters."
"Sasha-"
"Rick. I said I'm fine."
Rick glanced down at his shoes, and nodded. He allowed her to walk past him, and rubbed his temples. He needed a drink.
Shane sat waiting in the car as expected, but he was talking to the blonde who was on stage before the confrontation.
"Shane, wrap it up," Sasha said, opening the backseat door.
"Wait, just hold on a second," Shane grinned.
"Shane," Rick sighed, "It's been a long night, let's head back. Say bye to your friend."
"I'm Andrea," the blonde replied, crossing her arms, "Shane and I were just talking."
"I can see that, but maybe you can talk another time. We gotta go."
"Andrea!!" A female voice called out from the entrance of the lounge.
Rick's attention shifted to the voice, before he felt his heart completely stop beating.
She stood a mere few feet away from him, yet he felt as if he was inching closer and closer towards her. He could smell the fragrance of coconut and vanilla wafting around her. Rick closed his eyes, basking in the smell.
He opened his eyes, and stared at the woman who faced him directly. Her dewy dark skin shone in contrast of the pale moonlight, casting an angelic glow over her. Rick wouldn't have been surprised if he was simply hallucinating her.
He watched her carefully, as he took in every square inch of detail shadowed across her beautiful face. From her doe brown eyes, to her heart shaped full lips. He visually traced his gaze from her confused eyes, to her long neck, to her delicate collarbones.
Her hair cascaded down her mid-back, and a few of her dreads rested next to her full breasts. Rick's heart quickened as he trailed down her body. She wore a long, red, satin dress that hugged her curvaceous figure beautifully.
In all honesty he was just about ready to throw her over his shoulder and take her home with him. He swore his whole body froze, as she bit the corner of her bottom lip. He envied her, wanting to taste them for himself.
She was too damn gorgeous for him to ever look away.
"Rick!"
"Rick!"
"Rick!" Shane's voice soon snapped Rick out of his thoughts, and brought him back to reality.
Rick looked at his group, watching him in pure amusement and curiosity. He didn't know how long he'd been staring, but telling by the fact that Andrea was back at the woman's side alongside their perplexed and judgmental expressions? It must have been a while.
He knew he'd have another moment of getting lost while looking at her, so Rick simply took off his fedora and tilted towards the dark beauty.
"Have a good night, ma'am," he uttered, unable to meet her eyes.
"You too, Mr. Grimes," Michonne replied, fighting a grin from forming on her face.
Rick's breath hitched hearing her sultry voice. She could lull him to sleep or ask him to do anything for her and he'd comply without hesitation.
"All this over a woman? Get it together, Rick."
The two women shared a glance, and walked back to the main entrance. Immediately, Rick's cock swelled with blood. He was damn near hypnotized by the swaying of her hips as she walked away from him. The perfect swell of her plump ass made his mouth water, envisioning himself taking her from behind.
Andrea turned around and gave Shane a sweet smile, before joining Michonne.
"Jesus Christ," Shane huffed, "What was that all about, Rick?"
Rick ignored all the eyes on him, and sat in the passenger's seat. All he could think about was the woman at the Alexandria lounge.
On the ride back to his estate, Rick thought back to the Governor's words,"But we can pay you with free drinks, an empty club, and a woman or women of your choice to preform for you."
He wanted- no. He needed to see her again. He needed any kind of excuse. There was no way he was going to let a woman like that escape him, no. It hadn't even been 20 minutes since he first saw her, and she already plagued his mind.
"When are all of you free?" Rick asked the rest of the people in the car.
"Next Saturday," Rosita replied, earning nods and hums of agreement.
"Then it's settled. We're coming back here on Saturday, just like the man with the eyepatch offered."
"Really? I thought you refused, brother," Shane asked in amusement.
"Nah, I changed my mind. He owes us," Rick couldn't care less about the Governor's offer. There was nothing he could do that could make up for what almost happened Sasha and what could've happened to the rest of them.
He just needed to see her again.
Author's note: Heyyy!! This was a very long chapter to say the the least lmao. We've introduced most of the main characters in this chapter. There are a few remaining, but we'll get to them. I'm not sure if it's obvious, but I have always loved the "found family" trope. Shows like Twd, the office, hunters, the 100, and even stupid kid shows like TDI make me fan girl over the diverse and special dynamics between different characters in a particular group. In TWDs case, this applies to a fanon group that I wish were canon in the main show :( but since this is my fanfic I can do whatever I want with it and make this group canon :) anyways, thank you all for the reviews so farrr! Please leave more, and stay tuned for the next installment for Red canary -Starlight
p.s. I changed the era to be in the 1940s instead of the 80s since it matches the theme better :))