Rick woke up with a jolt in the middle of the night. He was still in Michonne's bed, but she was nowhere in sight. He scanned the room from his position to see if she might have just gotten up to use the bathroom, but the room was eerily quiet.

He pulled the covers and walked towards the door, naked as the day he was born aside from his boxers. Michonne had given him a tour of the lower half of the house, but not the top half. He didn't know where he was going and was unsure if he should be opening and closing doors like he was home. He scoffed, he used to not give a fuck about what anybody thought, but now, now he wanted to let her know that he was making an effort to be a better person for her and for them to work out.

He approached a door located at the far end of the hallway - where the long dark red Persian rug ended and knocked once.

"Come in." Her soft voice said. He turned the knob and saw Michonne sitting on a white desk chair in her pyjamas and staring at her laptop. He raised an eyebrow. "Couldn't sleep."

"So you ran away." He said.

"No."

"Why didn't you wake me?"

"Because you're tired." Her words carried more meaning than intended. He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, an act that didn't go unnoticed by Michonne. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." He gave up.

"Talk to me." She shut her laptop and motioned for him to come sit with her. She stood up and waited for him to sit on the chair she previously occupied before sitting on his lap. She wrapped her right arm around his shoulders and nuzzled his neck. "Talk to me." She whispered.

Rick sighed again, he didn't want to vocalize these thoughts because he knew she loved him. "Sometimes I..." He cleared his throat, "Sometimes I don't know if you're with me because you love me and want to be or because you've settled."

She said nothing.

"And I... I don't know why I think these things but they've been getting more frequent, especially after..." he looked away.

"You think I've settled?"

He laughed but there was no humour in his voice. "I didn't mean it that way-"

"What way did you mean it then, Rick?"

"Do you love me?" He counter-asked.

"Of course I do." He nodded his head. "I love you more than you could ever know."

"Will you marry me?"

"Will you get me a ring?" He laughed and she kissed him on the cheek. "I'm not going anywhere so stop making things up."

"Okay." He agreed.