Michonne stared at herself in the bedroom's full length mirror. Something about the white halter long skirted dress made her feel like a alternative version of a Black, hair locked Marilyn Monroe, except that Michonne had a better developed survival mindset in her own toxic society.

"Hey, I think I've seen that dress before." Rick leaned against the doorway, effortlessly giving off the "sexy dad" aesthetic as Judith stood, holding his hand.

"Are you raiding my closet?" Michonne turned to face him with a smile.

Ricks baby blues sparkled. "What do you think, Judith? Mommy looks like an angel!"

Michonne felt herself cringe inside but smiled on the outside, bending down and holding Judith's other hand as Rick released. "Dada, you know how I feel about that. Judith can call me Mich Mich." Every time Rick tried to foist the word "Mommy" to call Michonne she has always demurred. This encouragement all started after Rick read Carl's letter. His urges to make his family even more tight knit were as transparent as the page protectors Gabriel stuffed written prayers in. She couldn't be mad at Rick, couldn't blame his attempts to hold on to what was left of his nuclear family. But it was getting a little annoying every time she noticed his facial expression every time she did something mundane, like holding Judith or feeding her food in kid size spoonfuls. As if the crazy sword lady that met the crazy prison settlement leader could be this innocent child's mother, known from birth.

"I know you look at that picture in the nursery. And I know how you got it, and why. I also know how dangerous Judith is when she swings that paper towel cardboard roll around." Rick bent down to peck Judith on the forehead and Michonne on the lips. "I'm gonna wash up before the dinner party."

Michonne nodded and walked with Judith as they headed to her room, with Michonne admiring the photo of little boy Carl, fresh faced Rick, and the pretty features from Ricks late wife that were passed down to Judith. From all accounts by people who were around at that time, Ricks marriage was complicated at best. His own admission that Judith wasn't his biological daughter was the cherry on top of a chaotic sundae.

Michonne pointed at the woman, her fingertip sliding against the glass. "Momma?"

Judith looked at photo with a blank expression, then looked at Michonne, eyes sparking, smiling, humming "Mmm Mmm," with a hand reaching out to hold onto the skirt of her dress.


Rick gave Michonne a kiss on the cheek.

The potluck was in mid swing, with a lot of tuna dishes. Next time they all agreed to reveal what they were making beforehand.

"Put a ring on it, Rick!"

It was Rosita, across the round table.

Rick raised an eyebrow.

All the silverware stopped clanging against all the plates all at once. All the eyes turned to look at the couple.

Rosita was silent.

Rick raised his eyebrow at her again, it stayed there until she opened her mouth.

"I-I mean, look at her! Michonne is already wearing white, we have a quarter decent portion of the gang here, let's do it now. I have the charged up back up video camera that I got back from the Saviors when they stole it from Deanna's office."

Silence.

Rick stared in her direction again. Glowered, almost. Michonne witnessed this one and nudged him. "Hey, be nice."

Rick was still staring at Rosita but speaking to Michonne. "I am, it's just that it looks like she still wants to speak her mind."

Rosita cleared her throat. "That's right, Rick, I definitely will talk until you stop looking at me like that. With the camcorder, I would rather not record the ceremony or the after party but your guys' wedding night. Obviously it will be the first time you two would ever have sex. It'd be like watching my mom and dad do it, but in this case Father and Mother are both hot. Right Aaron?" She lightly kicked under the table. Rick shifted his focus.

Aaron cleared his throat. "I-I will second on b-being intrigued b-by looking at a wedding night tape if all parties consent."

Eugene barged in. "If what is keeping you two away from fully matrimonial bliss is the lack of finding a eloquently gifted individual to officiate over the ceremony, vows, and reception, maybe someone with intelligence and a certain je na sais quoi would happily oblige their services for the joyous proceedings over your wedded union."

"Hey! Eugene, what am I over here?!" Gabriel, next to Rick, pointed to himself as the rest of the party erupted into laughter.

Michonne eyed Ricks ears, burning red.