This is not how I wanted this to end, but it's been in my drafts for a while. I'll eventuslly rewrite this properly.

Michonne entered the church first and Rick begrudgingly followed behind, the sway of her hips and the swell of her ass was all that was keeping him from biting her head off. The church was nearly packed - they were late because they had been arguing again - and they were having a hard time finding a good spot to sit. Lately, that's all they've been doing and it was triggering Rick. His last marriage failed because of this.

He watched as she craned her neck to find an empty space and smirked when she groaned in frustration. A part of him was happy that she was as frustrated as he was, but another part - a bigger part - knew that they needed to put an end to their arguing. He gently put his hand at the base of her back and lead her to the front left side of the church. She stiffened at his touch - her toned back muscles contracting - but didn't make it obvious to those sitting around them. They had also not been intimate for months and it was making them even more tense than they actually were.

"There's a spot right there." He whispered and she nodded, immediately distancing himself from her once she found the spot he was talking about. Rick sighed and nearly rolled his eyes, he wasn't going to cause a scene today of all days.

Glen and Maggie had finally decided to get married after ten years of dating. Glen was three years older than Maggie, like Rick, but that didn't stop them from being together each and every second of the day in high school and college. It actually disgusted him in the beginning but now he couldn't think of a better person for his baby cousin. He looked at the alter and briefly wondered if Michonne and he would ever get that chance of happiness. He quickly shook that thought of his head and made his way to his fiancée.

Michonne's chest rose and fell silently as she waited for the ceremony to start. Her white Delpozo crop top fit her like a second skin and her black palazzo trousers left nothing to the imagination. Her mother - if she was here and not on vacation - would have asked her if she thought this was an appropriate outfit to greet God in and she would have answered "it's my Sunday best." She smirked at her own joke and Rick raised a brow. "Nothing." She said.

Rick blew a breath and ran his fingers through his hair. He clenched and unclenched his fists, an attempt to get his blood pumping and his body to relax. Michonne stared at his hands for a moment before taking one of his in hers and interlocking their fingers. "I'm not leaving you, I'm just angry." She said as she caressed his hand with her thumb."

"I know." He mumbled.

"You know." She said more as a statement than a question.

"Yes, I do and I'm sorry."

"You're sorry? Really?" She scoffed. "She's married to my gynaecologist for God's sake."

Rick looked around them before answering, he didn't want anyone prying in on their conversation. He leaned forward and said, "I never cheated on you, I would never do that."

"But flirting isn't beneath you is it?" She said, looking straight at him as he clenched his jaw. She let go on his hand and went to look for something in her black Dior J'adior clutch. She took out her compact mirror and clear lipgloss and applied another coat.

"I didn't know she was married." He said.

"It doesn't matter, I asked you to stop flirting with her and you didn't. In fact, you promoted her to be your personal secretary." Michonne shut her clutch with a loud click; she didn't care who heard, the whole town knew of Rick and Jessie Anderson's work relationship, some even went as far as saying that they were going to run off together to California. "Why you even need a personal secretary as Sheriff, I don't know."

Rick sighed. "How many times can I say I'm sorry?"

"You're a selfish man who enjoys the attention women give you. You pretend to not know that women will drop everything for you and take advantage of them." She paused and stared at him again. "Apology NOT accepted because you don't want to seem to change."

Before he could even think of responding, Hershel asked for all guests to rise. He would have to deal with this at the reception. He waited a few beats before standing up and he was not disappointed when he did. Maggie looked absolutely beautiful and Beth, her only bridesmaid did too.

"So beautiful." He heard Michonne whisper as she took a picture of the blushing bride. Rick only nodded because he was fighting off tears. When Glen took Maggie's hand, they were given permission to sit. Rick noticed that Michonne was sitting a bit further away from him than she was before.

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today-" Hershel's words were drowned out by Rick's miniature existential crisis. He was watching his best friend marry the love of his life all the while his life was going to hell because of his refusal to listen. Jessie Anderson was cute, but she was also married with kids. Rick couldn't understand why he couldn't stop flirting with her, why he continued to lead her on when he had a Goddess at his side. Michonne had quite literally saved him from himself; she was everything and more and he often wondered if he even deserved her. Perhaps that was why he flirted with Jessie, she was... Easy to impress, she didn't seem to know much and made him feel like a genius. But Michonne-

"Stop it." She whispered so that only he could hear her. "Get out of that space and pay attention."

Michonne knew him and knew that his vulnerability was not a sign of weakness. He nodded and watched the couple exchange rings. Maggie was crying and Glen was trying not to cry. Everyone in the church knew their story all too well, she had declined his marriage offer five times before finally accepting and that was after he woke up from a two-week coma.

"You may now kiss your bride!" Hershel said with a little too much glee. Michonne took as many photos as she possibly could before they would be whisked away from them all. Rick smiled so hard he felt as if his lips were going to crack. Glen held her face between his hands and peppered her with kisses. It was a sweet intimate moment that Michonne was glad she captured on her phone. "Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. and Mrs. Rhee!"

They watched as the newlywed couple practically ran down the aisle. Michonne laughed at their childish antics, but Rick's smile didn't reach his eyes.

. . .

"Why is she here?" Michonne asked and she sat down next to him their table, her eyes a little drowsy. She had been drinking since cocktail hour and Rick had not tried to put a stop to it; if it meant that she wasn't telling him about how awful of a boyfriend he'd been, he was all for it. However, she wasn't one to drink and he knew that if she kept it up, they would have to leave soon.

"Who?" He asked, genuinely curious.

"Your 'work wife'. She's standing alone by the bar."

Rick frowned at her. "She's not my work wife and she wasn't invited to the wedding or ceremony, why would she be here?"

"That's what they've been telling me... Did you know that people have a raffle on who you'd choose?" She downed her champagne and picked up the glass of red wine that was at their table. "They're saying that it doesn't matter that she's married, you would run off with her anyway." She ended on a somber tone.

"Michonne, I'm not leaving you for Jessie. I'm not leavin' you period. Last time I checked, you're the one wearin' the ring." He immediately regretted what he said. "I didn't-"

"No you're right. I'm the one with the ring, not Jessie."

"Michonne-"

"I need some fresh air." She said and he groaned, holding his face in his hands. This day was going from bad to worse and he could even admit that it was absolutely his fault. Michonne grabbed her clutch and glass of wine and her clutch and brushed past him.

Not too long after Michonne had abandoned him, Jessie made herself present. "Hi Rick." She said cheerily. Rick groaned even louder. "Is anyone sitting here?"

"Yeah... My fiancée." He coldly said.

"Oh!" She said a little surprised.

"Where's Pete and the kids?" Rick asked.

"He's at home, they're just watching some football... You know, guys' night."

"Who are you with then?" He asked, looking around for Michonne and hoping that she didn't catch the two of them together. The fact that he even hoped that meant that he really needed to change.

"I'm here alone... I mean I came alone."

"Were you invited?"

Jessie knit her brows together. He was usually happy to see her, she didn't understand the sudden change in him. "I uh, no, I wasn't."

"Then why'd you come?"

"I thought-"

"Yeah well, you thought wrong." He looked deep into her eyes. "Go home Jessie, to your husband and your kids."

"Why are you being like this?" She whispered, tears threatening to fall. The pair had attracted a small audience - all of whom Rick assumed were the ones informing Michonne's friends of his wrongdoings. "I thought you liked me."

"I'm sorry for... Everythin' but-"

"No need, I quit." She wiped a stray tear away and walked off. Rick sighed again, he couldn't do anything right. He nodded his head slowly and stood. Now came the real fight.

He picked up a flute of champagne from one of the many servants wandering around and made his way to where he assumed Michonne would be. The walk out of the reception room felt much longer now that there were eyes on him. He tried not to look at those around him, but every once in a while, he would catch the eye of a person whom adored Michonne and would make him feel like hell. In all honesty, he deserved each and every single dirty look and cussing. She had told him to stop on multiple occasions, but he hadn't listened. Now, he was about to not only beg her for forgiveness, but also ask her to stay with pushed open the doors and went to the ballroom's balcony.

He immediately saw her leaning against the stone railing. She had finished her glass of wine and was forced to be in her own company. Rick didn't know how to approach her. He wanted to wrap her in his arms like he usually did - like he used to do - but he thought that, that was inappropriate considering the circumstance they were in so he coughed to make himself known and she slightly turned her head at the sound.

"Can I join you?"

"It's a free country." She shrugged.

He stood to her left and she shifted in position so that her body was no longer as open as it once was. He took a sip of his champagne before speaking again. "Jessie came here to see me." She stayed quiet. "I should have known-no, I knew. From the beginnin' I knew that was I was doing was wrong, but I couldn't stop." She scoffed. "A part of me enjoyed the attention; I've never had two attractive women want me at the same time. Shane was-" He stopped and Michonne turned to face him. "Shane was always getting all the girls, he even had Lori before she and I got together senior year."

"Where is this headed?" She cut him off, not wanting to talk about Lori any further.

"I put an end to it."

"Congrats." She said as she removed the fluff off her white Delpozo off-the-shoulder top. She had gone all out tonight, if she wasn't going to be getting Rick's attention, she was going to get everyone else's.

"Michonne please!" He begged. "I'm sorry." She scrunched her face. "I really, really, really am sorry. I can't live without you." She breathed out, smirking a bit. She knew. "I come home every night wonderin' if today is the day that you've packed up and left me. I don't know what to do with myself when you're being distant; I don't know, but I feel like I'm always doing something wrong with you." She stopped smirking. "With Lori I didn't care if she was upset with me, but with you I can't focus."

"Rick-"

"I can't do my job, I can't sleep, I can't eat, I can't... I just can't function when you're upset with me." She nodded in understanding. "I don't beg, Chonne, you know I don't, but I will beg for your forgiveness until my dyin' days if that's what it takes... I love you, baby. You're it for me, there is no one else." He ended, looking at the contents of his wine glass and not at the woman he loved.

"There better not fucking be or I'll kill you." She mumbled the last part, swaying a little. Rick laughed because there was nothing else he could do. "Let's go home."

"Okay." He nodded and watched as she struggled to make her way back inside, her once graceful stance looking like one of a newborn giraffe.

"Please help." She begged and he all but ran to her to put her out of her misery.