August ? 2011. Day 28. ??? Island, Fiji

The crashing of waves, and the sound of seagulls woke Rick up from his deep slumber. He could still smell the smoke from the previous night's fire. His stomach growled as he remembered the wild boar he'd hunted and ate for dinner. He wouldn't go completely hungry for at least the next three days.

Climbing out from under his makeshift shelter, Rick stretched his body and inhaled the salty smell of sea water and island breeze. As much as his predicament concerned him, this was so much more inthralling than his normal life back on mainland. His eyes lit up, as he approached the campfire a few feet away.

There it was again. Five cracked open coconuts filled with fresh water. He'd noticed some of the remaining meat had gone missing as well.

It'd become a routine he was somewhat accustomed to despite holding some sort of resentment towards the woman who was leaving him the "gifts".

She'd leave him water so he wouldn't die of dehydration, and she'd take some of the food he'd leave out for her. Fair trade, although he would've gave her everything he had for nothing in return.

He barely saw her throughout their time on the island. She'd made it blatantly clear that she wanted nothing to do with him while they were stuck there.

His attempts at reconciling with her for the sake of their safety, and his own selfish reasons proved to be futile.

It was obvious regarding her lack of interest in having any sort of relationship and contact with him. Even during times when it called for their need of survival.

He couldn't say he blamed her, every conversation would lead to meaningless arguments and spats. He didn't fault her in avoiding that kind of stress.

What he did hate was how she avoided him like he was the plague. She didn't dare step foot on the shoreline while he was conscious.

Not speaking to him? Fine. Giving him nasty glares? Whatever. But avoiding him completely? It drove him absolutely insane. He craved her attention, no matter what kind it was.

He thought back to their first day on the island, and how he'd woken up to her sitting a few feet away from him. Her face was void of any emotion, as she sat facing the crashing waves of the never ending ocean.

Even with their difficult and messy divorce, it had been the first time he'd seen her look so defeated. He felt pity despite being in the same exact predicament as her.

But instead of making a fuss, she simply got up and started walking away. No clear direction or any particular destination whatsoever. Rick had the sense to run after her, and grab her by the arm gently. But was met with a glare, and her recoiling from his touch.

"Don't touch me," she hissed.

"Michonne-" Rick protested.

"Just stay out of my way, and I'll stay out of your's," and with that, she made her way towards the other side of the vast beach.

"Fuck," Rick huffed, pacing the sandy shore. Looking around, he could see the distant figure of his love getting further way from him. Tearing his eyes away, he saw the never ending ocean before him, and the forest like jungle behind him.

There were no signs of airplanes or boats anywhere, leading him to silently panic and squat down on the floor. He was stranded on a deserted island with his ex-wife that wanted nothing to do with him. What the fuck was he going to do?

No thanks to Maggie and Glenn, who'd invited him to their annual summer vacation to Fiji that year. Of course it wasn't just Rick who was invited. Sasha, Rosita, Abraham, Daryl, Shane, Andrea and of course Michonne were given the choice of coming.

Unfortunately, Shane was getting a vasectomy which prevented Andrea from coming along, Daryl didn't have a passport, Rosita and Abraham were going to Texas to visit Rosita's mother, and Sasha had no interest in going whatsoever.

Rick however, found this was the best way to end his grueling summer. Using up his remaining vacation days, he prepared for a break from his bleak routine.

Strangely, Maggie and Glenn had called him a couple days before their departure, and informed him that he was able to bring a plus one as well. The young couple were more than capable of affording all the expenses and insisted on him bringing someone else.

Considering all his friends were coupled up, Rick brushed off the strange circumstances and decided to invite his most recent fling.

Arriving at the airport was a pain in itself, the traffic was unbearable and the amount of lost pedestrians flooding his car got on his last nerve.

To his surprise, the only people in the waiting area from his group were Maggie and Glenn. They both gave him sheepish grins, and waited till he reached them.

They looked at his plus one, and gave their polite greetings. Jessie was more than happy to be going to the vacation. She hadn't let go of his arm since they'd left the car, and Rick was just about ready to pry her fingers off.

That was until the overwhelming scent of milk and honey body wash invaded his senses. He turned around, and narrowed his eyes at the newcomer that had just joined them. A warm feeling erupted in his chest.

While Michonne greeted the hosts, he took a moment to admire her. She hadn't changed, with the exception of her long auburn locs being tinted a lighter brown from the summer heat. He remembered how her hairline was adorned with blonde highlights once she stepped in the sun.

She looked good. Too good, Rick had to pry his eyes off of her posterior and the light pink short sundress she wore. He's always loved her in sundresses.

He'd been so caught up eying her, he barely noticed the man who'd been accompanying her. Rick narrowed his eyes and tilted his head, as he stared him down intensely.

The man was the complete opposite of him. Tall, dark, young, and he was holding Michonne's hand. His Michonne. His wife. Rick pulled his baseball cap further down, effectively hiding his reddening face.

The pleasantries were soon over, as Michonne finally acknowledged Rick since her arrival. She gave him a curt nod, and briefly introduced her plus one to him. Turned out his name was Mike. Fucking asshole.

A guilty Maggie and Glenn explained the absences of the rest of their friends, and awkwardly smiled at the two ex-lovers. Mike and Jessie didn't think much of the revelation, while Michonne was visibly annoyed that they had to be in such proximity to each other for a week. Rick felt some type of way when observing her reaction to the news.

Rick didn't fail to notice how Michonne assessed Jessie carefully, and lingered her steely gaze at their intertwined arms. Somewhat feeling a small sense of victory, he wrapped his arm around the blonde's shoulders.

For the next few days, Rick was in a sullen mood as he watched Michonne and Mike together in complete bliss. He constantly felt a blood vessel popping out of his forehead as Mike continued to touch her in ways Rick once did.

It should be him making her laugh, him kissing her neck while standing in front of the bioluminescent beach, him taking her back to their hotel room. Him making love to her in their bed.

And to top it all off, Michonne hadn't said a single word to him either. She hadn't even spared him a glance, let alone acknowledge him being there. Meanwhile, Rick was constantly in the perimeter, watching her and Mike like a hawk while Jessie clung on to him.

Rick was never a jealous man. He never wished ill on someone else, nor did he waste his energy on things out of his control. But it was different with her. He lost every aspect of control with her. It's always been like that with her, even as kids.

He was selfish, possessive, an asshole when it came to her. He was very clear when showing his distaste towards Mike, but he wasn't confrontational. Words had never been his strong suit, but his eyes alone spoke for him completely.

All his pathetic attempts at trying to distract himself were unsuccessful. With their separation, it was a little bit easier to block her out his brain. "Moving on" was much less tedious. At least he could pretend like he was completely numb. But seeing her so close to another man right in front of him. Rick's heart painfully ached in utter despair and agony.

His private life with Jessie hadn't been easy either. Sex had soon become a tired routine that Rick had grown to silently oppose. Their intimacy was alright at first, not the best but it got the job done. Rick being the man he was, he always made sure Jessie finished at least once. He wasn't a selfish bastard who only thought of himself.

It was always the same thing, he'd position his flaccid cock at her entrance, and wait until his erection was strong enough to give him any sort of pleasure. Hazy images of Michonne would flash in his brain, effectively making him hard. It was a guilty habit, but it wasn't like he was inclined to stop.

It didn't stop at the images and memories either, Rick closed his eyes and imagined it was Michonne's body he laid on top of. Her heat that he was buried in. Her neck he was kissing. Her soft skin that he left love bites on.

So as he stood in front of the bathroom mirror, Rick stared at his reflection and felt his erection rising.

He knew Jessie was waiting for him, probably splayed on the bed with a glass of champagne in her hand. She must've been wearing the light pink babydoll that he gifted her for their anniversary before their divorce.

Michonne.

Who the fuck did he think he was fooling? It's always been her. Her laugh, her smile, the way she'd eat those Big Kat candy bars despite vowing she'd leave them alone. Or how she would practice her yoga in their backyard, while Rick and their cat, Chi would watch in curiosity. God he missed her.

Did she do that with Mike? Did she stretch in all the right ways in front of him? Prompting him to pick her up and take her right then and there?

Rick shut his eyes, and wrapped a hand around his cock. He tried to remember their last sexual encounter, how long ago that had been. All he could remember were her whimpers and how tightly she gripped on to him, making him fight for the strength not to finish before she did.

The memories of their hushed whispers of 'I love yous', and the tears that dripped from her overstimulated face, flooded Rick's brain, as he maintained a firm grasp on his manhood.

It didn't take long for Rick to finish in his hand, and pant heavily as he stared at the wasted semen. It could've been inside of her. And now he was jerking off in the bathroom like a horny teenager, while another woman was waiting for him outside the door.

The last night before everyone's departure to the airport had started off as a great way to end their vacation. One week of paradise, freedom, and no responsibilities. In Rick's case, it was nothing but heartache and nostalgia.

The three couples mingled on a yacht that Glenn had rented out for the night. Everyone was seated indoors due to a sudden news forecast warning there would be a storm.

After a few drinks and rounds of truth or dare, the atmosphere of the boat had changed into a much more loose and relaxed environment.

Glenn and Maggie made a toast to the future and prosperity of their families, and formally announced Maggie's pregnancy. Everyone was happy for the young couple, immediately surrounding them with words of congratulations and hugs.

As Rick pulled away from a hug with Maggie, his eyes narrowed at Michonne suddenly excusing herself from the rest of the group. She left in a haste, not bothering to let anyone know that she was leaving.

Picking up another champagne flute, Rick followed after her. He didn't care if Jessie or Mike had seen him run after his ex-wife. But then again, it might just be the alcohol talking.

She stood on the deck, leaning in to the railings. Her silhouette contrasted against the dark, stormy blue skies above the two of them. The weather perfectly matched Rick's mood. Somber, dark, lonely.

The scene reminded Rick of the time she told him about how blue hour was her favorite time of night, while they sat in the back of his truck under a sky similar to this one. How she gave him a kiss after confessing how much she loved the color blue.

Blue like the dark skies. Blue like his eyes. It was only their first date, and still Rick knew he was going to marry her. How did fuck they get here?

As he inched closer, he could hear soft sniffles coming from her turned profile. She was crying. Rick hadn't heard her cry since before their divorce.

He once promised her that he would never make her cry. Same way she promised to be with him forever. Vows were just words. Their vows were just lies laced with flowers and promises that never came to life.

"'Chonne?" Rick uttered, stepping closer to her.

He could see her wiping her tears with her manicured hand. One thing about her, she hated vulnerability.

"What?" She managed to answer back without her voice breaking. That was the thing about lawyers, they are always so damn good at pretending to be heartless.

"'Chonne. What are you doing out here?" Rick sighed.

"I don't think that's any of your concern, Richard," she spat.

"Really? Richard?Jesus Christ, Michonne. What the fuck did I ever do to you? It's like you see me like I'm the scum of the earth. I can't even ask about your wellbeing without you... Look, I'm tired of fighting with you."

"Thank God divorce exists, right?"

"You think that's funny?" Rick asked, teeth gritted in annoyance.

"It's fucking hilarious, Rick. You know what's also fucking hilarious? You leaving your new flavor of the month all by herself, while you're out here looking for something that's already gone," As if on cue, the sound of thunder erupted after her jagged words.

"It's gonna take more than that to get rid of me, 'Chonne," Rick calmly stated, taking a sip from his champagne, "You know I still love you, right?"

She furrowed her eyebrows, and shook her head, "You're drunk. Go inside before you say something you'll regret."

"No."

"Rick-"

"Let me talk, Michonne," Rick glared, a sense of urgency behind his firm stance, "I can't stand seeing you like... like the way you are with that guy. Because all I can see is the two of us. What we could've been. What we deserved to be. I can't stand seeing you with anyone else except me, Michonne. I don't know how many more days, weeks, months, years I can take being without you. No matter how much I pray to fucking God to get you out of my brain, I can't!! Every. Single. Day. Every moment! It's you! Fuck! Sometimes, I just wish we never fucking met! Then you wouldn't continuously consume me and my thoughts! I was better off without you. If there's another life after this... I just pray to God you aren't in it. I hate you more than anythang for loving you, Michonne," Rick finally confessed, spilling what had been on the tip of his tongue since finalizing their affairs. His eyes were blurred from both the sea water, and the tears that had decided to appear in the middle of his speech.

Michonne stood there in silence. For the first time, she was completely speechless.

"What? Don't have anythang to say counselor?" Rick joked, pressing the pad of his thumb at the corner of his eyes.

Michonne gripped the rails, and bowed her head down. Rick couldn't tell if she was laughing or crying based on the shaking of her shoulders.

"There's nothing left to say. You had your chance in that damn courtroom, why do you feel the need to make us go back to square one, hm? Because I moved on?" She hissed.

"I never did. I- I never moved on, 'Chonne. I never did," Rick pleaded, running his fingers through his hair, "Why do you try so hard to avoid me? You know I can't live without you, right? Please, Michonne."

Instead of giving him any kind of sympathy or pity, Michonne glared at Rick and shook her head, "I didn't divorce you because I fell out of love with you. I divorced you because I have a career that you didn't care about."

"When did I ever say that I didn't care about your career!?"

"As much as I would love to sit here and chat, I'd rather not entertain your bullshit. You've heard enough from me."

"Michonne, there's never enough of you for me. Please," Rick gently grabbed her wrist.

"Stop it," Michonne pleaded, "It's over, Rick."

"I need you, please..."

"Really? You? Need me? You didn't need me when you started dating two weeks after our divorce was finalized!! Two weeks, Rick!! It was like you were waiting for it to happen!! I- I really thought this would be something that we'd both get over slowly... guess it was just me. Because I loved you. And- and I never thought I'd get over you. But seeing you with another woman so soon after? It was like- like you were anticipating for it to all be over. You're a selfish son of a bitch, Richard Grimes. You couldn't care less about me until you saw me with Mike. And you're right, I wish I never met you. You're the biggest mistake I've ever made," She announced, tears falling down her face.

"You love him?" Rick simply asked, tilting his head.

"Are you-? Are you fucking serious? After all that, you didn't even listen to what I have to say!?"

"I did. I just want to know, do you love Mike."

"That's- that's not important, Rick."

"There you are again, avoiding. It's a simple question, Michonne. Do you love Mike? Yes or no."

"That's none of your concern."

"Why? Do you still love me? Is that it?"

"Don't try to use your weird cop phycology bullshit on me, asshole."

"Just answer me."

The woman simply stared at him, lips pressed together in annoyance. She knew his sudden immaturity was due to his slight intoxication, he didnt actually care to know how she was feeling.

As Michonne opened her mouth, a sudden blast of lightning crackled above them. The wind picked up, and the waves started to violently crash against one another.

"Tell me, Michonne. After tomorrow, we'll go our separate ways. I'll go back to living my life, and you'll go back to living yours. Just please... do you still love me?" Rick asked in a hushed tone, sending goosebumps on Michonne's skin. This wasn't the words of a drunk man.

For the first time in two years, Michonne finally looked directly into Rick's eyes. Her deep brown irises held no malice or anger or hate. It was hurt.

Before the two of them could blink, the yacht was tipping to the side, as the waves became increasingly stronger. The sky was dark, only being illuminated by the continuous lightning.

Michonne screamed, as she clung to the rails for dear life. One loosened grip, and she was going to fall into the ocean.

"MICHONNE!" Rick yelled, attempting to block the spraying sea water from getting into his eyes, "GRAB ON TO ME!" He could feel his heart pounding in his ears.

"I-I CAN'T!! I CAN'T!!" She cried, pure fear emitting from her lips,"HELP ME!"

"I GOT YOU, SWEETHEART!! I PROMISE I WON'T LET YOU GO!"

"RICK!!"

"I NEED YOU TO TRUST ME, ALRIGHT!?"

Michonne shook her head, her arms were already exhausted from hanging on for so long. And with the abundance of salty water blurring her vision and slipping her firm hold, there wasn't much of a choice for to choose between.

"I'm sorry," She let go of the rails, and fell into the water with a large splash.

Panic overtook, and Rick's heart dropped as he watched her body hit the water. Without thinking, he jumped overboard completely dismissing his own safely in exchange for her's. The water was ice cold, but the sheer amount of adrenaline pumping through his blood would be more than enough keep him alive.

"Mic- Michonne!!" Rick bellowed, trying to amplify his voice against the shrieks of the howling wind. It wasn't going to end this way. There was no way he would let her die. He wasn't going to lose her.

Rick saw something or rather someone splash against the strong currents a few feet away from him. Letting out a cry of relief, he frantically swam towards it and wrapped his arms around the body.

To his utter joy, it was Michonne's beautiful face looking up at him. Her breaths were shallow, and she struggled to keep her eyes open. Rick held her tightly, refusing to let her go.

"I won't let you die," Rick promised, "I-I- I promise I won't let you go."

He felt his vision blur, as a large wave crashed into the two of them. He last recalled the yacht moving in the direction opposite of them, and darkness shrouding his senses.

August ? 2011. Day 28. ??? Island, Fiji

Rick shook his head, and looked down at the coconuts once again. It was his natural instinct to save her. He felt as though he was obligated to keep her alive no matter what, and she was doing the exact same thing for him. He loved and appreciated her so much for it.

What angered him, was the way she disregarded everything that had transpired between the two before the accident. The vulnerability and sheer need of clearing things up between one another.

He ran his hand over his overgrown beard, and thought about his next move. He was momentarily distracted by how much his facial hair had grown. The beginning of the vacation, he started off with a clean face and a fresh haircut in contrast to his wild mane of curls that now reached his shoulders. Telling by all the growth, they've been on the island for at least a month.

Rick froze. They'd been on the island for all that time, and he hadn't even attempted to find Michonne. What kind of man was he?

The love of his life was somewhere, trying to survive and sparing her resources for him and he had the audacity to not scour the whole island until he found her?

This wasn't supposed to be a game of cat and mouse, this was about survival. For all he knows, it might not even be Michonne leaving him the water. It could be someone who had already been there before them. Someone who could've hurt her, and used her as a guise to make Rick believe she was okay.

Running his hands through his hair erratically, Rick thought about all the horrible possibilities. The chances of cannibals on the island were unlikely, but not entirely impossible. What if someone or something had gotten to her? What if she wasn't even alive anymore?

Rick hastily got up, and headed into the vast jungle behind him with a hand crafted wooden spear in his hand. He had to find Michonne.

Author's Note: Heyyy! Hope you enjoyed this lil mini fic that I wrote after rewatching the 'Blue lagoon' movies stoned out of my mind. Obviously unlike the movies, Richonne aren't related nor are they minors lmao. Idk if you can tell but I LOVE angst and hurt with a happy ending. Anyways, the characters are a bit OOC since it's 1. Fanfiction 2. Rick and Michonne are a bit younger than their canon ages. I imagine them to be around 23-25 years old 3. They're both hurt by each other :(. If ur a reader of my other fic, Im sorry that I haven't updated 'Red canary' in a while, I'm in the process of getting ready to take the SATs and starting college applications soon so I've been pretty booked. Anyways take this as an apology 3 next chapter 100% contains smut. Stay tuned for updates for both this story and Red canary-Starlight