I'm actually writing a tidier conclusion to this, just have writers block. Enjoy this for now as the end. Cheers!

Rick walked into the bedroom after a break from a complex yet boring building a bridge meeting and was surprised to hear the shower running. He eyed the crumpled lime green colored greeting card sized envelope on his pillow.

His pulse went up, his face began to warm. The last time he read a letter was with Carl, and while he ended up happy that he did it, the connotations of someone leaving or dying wouldn't leave his mind upon seeing an unopened message. Even with "Rick" scrawled with a happy face and heart drawn next to it, all in Michonne's penmanship.

All the things weve done, together. All that we've lost, and found. Because of a stupid buzz cut, it could be over. I'll grow it out and just get the ends snipped from now on.

He sat on the edge of the bed, exhaled out as much nervousness as he could, and opened it.

A wrinkled wrapper of mints. A note that reads:

Judith can call me 'Mommy' now.


The shower stopped. Michonne looked through the steamy glass for her lilac bathrobe in vain.

I left it in the dryer, again?

She shook the water off of her daisy printed shower cap and squeegeed the walls, eyeing the fresh bath towel on the shelf nearby. She opened the stall door and walked over.

That's when Rick barged in, sliding down to one knee as Michonne's bare backside faced him. She spun around in surprise, the towel a half folded state in her hands.

"Michonne Hawthorne, I love you, will you marry me?" he was holding something in his hands, a shiny wrapper transformed into a ring.

She glided over to him, bent on her knees, the towel discarded on the floor. "I love you too, and yes!"

No matter what happens, Rick thought before they made love on the wet tile, I'll always remember this moment and the vanilla and cocoa butter scent that she always leaves behind in my wake.