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How many hairstyles can Rick dream up 🤣

Consignees at the CRM probably thought Rick was so scary and mysterious. Cut off his own hand to escape, had the walker slaying record, kept to himself and barely talked. Mean scowl the whole time.

Meanwhile, in Rick's daydreams, down bad, yearning for his wife:

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Rick & Michonne are everything 😭🥹♥️

The GOAT power couple🔥

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TGIF!!!

In honor of it being Friday finally, here is the final chapter of Catching Our Breath, my Richonne fic, for those of that persuasion!

It is entirely fluff and smut. You have been warned.

Enjoy!

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Sometimes, I wish there was an extended cut/directors cut for TWD. There are so many scenes that I would have loved to see. One that I've thought about a lot is how we didn't get to see the interaction directly after Michonne found Rick and Carl after the fall of the prison.

I would have loved to see how Rick thanked her for saving his life. I had a lot of thoughts of what that would look like, so I wrote a little one-shot of the events after Michonne finds her family. (I made it a little..flirtier than it probably actually was 😂).

This is the first time I've written any fanfiction, and I haven't written anything in 10+ years because of lack of motivation, but I hope yall enjoy! Feel free to criticize, I take the critism well 🫶🏾

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Events after the fall of the prison and Michonne finds Rick and Carl. (~1500 words)

Michonne listened to the soft, rhythmic breathing coming from Carl, signifying he had finally fallen asleep. She gently swiped his hair across his forehead before standing up from the floor in front of the couch where Carl lay peacefully.

Quietly, clutching the katana that was still strapped to her back, she made her way to the front windows, carefully parting the dusty, cobweb-covered curtains to peer outside. The sun was starting to set. No sign of movement. Quiet. She made her way through the house, doing the same with every window until she reached the window just above the kitchen sink.

"I a'ready did that," Michonne heard the southern drawl she had gotten used to over the past few months. "But it don't hurt havin' a second pair of eyes."

Michonne turned around to see Rick sitting at the dining room table. A half-empty first-aid kit lay open in front of him.

She nodded to him before walking around the kitchen island. She removed her katana, placed it on the counter, and folded her arms across her chest.

"He's asleep. It didn't take him very long to pass out."

"I don't think he's slept more than a couple hours straight since we got here," Rick retorted. He began removing items from the first-aid kit.

"It's quiet out there," Michonne murmured. "I'm thinking about going out to -"

"Stay," Rick grunted. He picked up a cotton ball and doused it in the antiseptic. "It can wait til tomorrow. 'Sides, it's gettin' dark."

Michonne sighed, looking down at her feet to contemplate his words.  

"It can wait til tomorrow," Rick repeated, his eyes never leaving her. She nodded, watching him snake his hand over his shoulder, underneath his bloodstained tattered shirt in an attempt to dab the antiseptic-soaked cotton ball on a wound. He winced in pain at the opposite shoulder, which was still healing from being dislocated.

"Here," Michonne said, making her way over to him. "Let me help."

A surprised look washed over Rick's face before he quickly gathered himself.

Michonne stood in front of him with her hand out, waiting for Rick to hand over the cotton ball.

"O-okay, thank you," he said relinquishing the cotton ball.

Making her way behind Rick, Michonne slowly brought her hand up to him. She moved his shirt over his shoulder, attempting to get to the wound.

"Your shirts in the way," she started. "You're going to need to..."

"Right, 'course," Rick responded, standing up from the chair. He unsnapped the snap buttons of the blood-soiled shirt and slipped it off his shoulders.

Michonne's breath hitched as she watched his strong shoulders and back appear from beneath the worn shirt. Her eyes followed his back muscles, entranced by the way they stretched and flexed as he removed the entire shirt from his body. She stood there frozen as it seemed like all of the air had left the room. She knew he was staying active and fit in the prison with all of the manual labor he endured, but seeing his body up close in this setting was causing her breathing to shallow.

Rick turned around to look at her, and her eyes inadvertently fell to scan his chest and the subtle abs that made an appearance right above the trickle of hair that made a straight line directly to his-

"That bad, huh?" Rick asked, eyeing Michonne.

"Huh?" Michonne answered, startled out of her trance. She licked her dry lips and looked into his icy blue eyes instead of his half-naked form. That didn't seem to help her current situation.

"I said, it's that bad? Judging by the way you've been standin' there," Rick softly chuckled.

The cuts and bruises. Michonne inwardly rolled her eyes at her temporary stupidity.

"Well," she responded, clearing her throat. "I've seen you in much better shape." Her eyes glanced over the various cuts and gashes of all sizes that covered his body, and the prominent black and blue bruise lining his left rib cage.

"Sit." She gestured to the chair, and Rick complied.

With access to his naked back again, she brought the cotton ball back up to his shoulder and gently dabbed at the large wound. Rick winced but did not move as Michonne cleaned him up. He could feel her warmth behind him, and with her small hands grazing over his naked flesh, his skin peppered with goosebumps.

Rick cleared his throat and tried to think of something else other than the beautiful woman, a stranger not too long ago, who was right behind him...touching him.

"Y'know, Carl's really happy you're here with us. With him. He's finally comin' around a bit with me, but I know right now the only person he fully trusts is you. So, thank you for being there for him."

Michonne continued cleaning up the dried blood that had settled over the gash on Rick's shoulder. "Being out there, after... after... alone..." Michonne hesitated thinking about how, through her grief and despair, she almost stayed alone. How she nearly made the decision to walk amongst the dead again before finally coming to her senses. She decided she didn't want to go into the details of her journey after the prison at that very moment. "I'm just happy I found you two."

"E'vrythang happened so fast. Did you see the direction any of our people went? If, y'know..." Rick trailed off. If any of them made it out.

Michonne shook her head, though he couldn't see her. "Everything was so...chaotic. One minute you were there, the next minute you weren't. Everything was so disorienting. So many just...gone." She wasn't sure if any of their people had made it out, but surely, some of them had to have made it, right? Hot tears stung her eyes. This was the first time since she arrived at the house that they talked about the events of the prison. After mentioning Judith a little bit after she arrived, Carl broke down in tears and cried with his head in her lap until he fell asleep. She decided not to mention the prison again until she and Rick were alone.

Michonne sniffled and wiped a tear that was forming in the corner of her eye. There was a long stretch of silence as Michonne opened the cap of the antibiotic cream and began to apply it to Rick's skin, feeling the goosebumps beneath her fingers.

"Michonne..." he began. "About the governor, and what you did-""

"You don't have to-"

"Michonne, please. I need to say this," Rick said softly. "I don't think I can ever say thank you enough for-for what ya did at the prison. If it weren't for you, I don't think I'd be standing here today. I don't know how I'll ever be able to repay you, but I-" He raked a bruised hand through his curls as he tried to form the words evading him. His mind flashed to being on his back, taking blow after excruciating blow from the fists above him, nearing unconscious, and then watching a familiar sword drive through the Governor's chest in one swift motion It all had happened in the blink of an eye. However, that didn't stop him from recalling when the blade ripped back from the Governor's chest, and as the body fell to the side, it revealed his savior. The sun bathing the beautiful figure above him in its warm light as she helped him to his feet.

Rick blinked a few times, bringing him back to the present.

"Just...thank you, Michonne."

Michonne grabbed the large bandaid off of the table and opened it before lining it up to Rick's wound.

"You don't have to thank me, Rick. It's what anyone in the group would have done." She applied the bandaid to his wound.

"It doesn't change the fact that it was you," countered Rick. "So, thank you." He brought up a hand to pat her hand that was still busy adjusting the adhesive on his shoulder. The two of them froze when Rick's hand met hers. The warmth from his fingers radiated through her skin. Michonne watched as an unfamiliar red tint spread its way from his shoulders to his neck and up to his ears.

As Rick felt a tingling sensation spread throughout his body, he quickly removed his hand from hers.

"Anytime, Rick," Michonne said softly. She cleared her throat and backed away from him.

Rick stood up from the chair to face her. "How's it look?" He grinned slightly.

She walked around him, collecting the first-aid items from the table and putting them back into the box so she could avoid making eye contact with his naked chest again.

"Well, we would need a whole lot more antiseptic than this tiny bottle we have here, but for now, I think you'll live."

Rick snorted, reaching over to grab his battered shirt and draping it over his shoulder. "That's a relief." He smirked. "Thanks for doin' that."

Michonne nodded towards him, then looked towards the living room where a snoring Carl still lay.

"I can be the first lookout tonight," she began, but Rick shook his head.

"No, I think you should try and get some rest. I'll keep watch first."

Michonne nodded, not bothering to argue with him. She turned on her heels, heading into the living room.

"Good night, Rick. "

"G'night, Michonne." 

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😭 I never noticed this. They are so cute, I can't!

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🙌🏾

Chapter 10 is up!

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This is so sweet and beautifully done 😍

Also, the body hair was a nice touch!

It's time for Horny Richonne #65!

I am noodling around with brushes more than I have previously. I tried something a little different with Rick's hair and beard this time. And I gave him a little body hair which I'm not sure about but we'll give it a try.

Just a simple moment of Rick treating Michonne like the queen she is, even in bed.

Horny Richonne #65 is also available on AO3 and Deviantart.

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She was saying my man my man my man until she finally got him back in her arms.

Michonne is such a lover girl, she's Michonne "I love my husband" Grimes and even though it's sad I like that we got to see how down bad she was in season 9. She held onto every single thing that belonged to Rick. Didn't look at another man, because she was genuinely so in love, and no one could ever compare to him. Carrying those musty old boots like a precious relic in TOWL. Wearing his shirts, wearing his ring on her necklace. Baby girl was GASSED, her lungs were suffering, out of comission for a whole year and she still pulled through based on hope. Rick and Michonne were really made in unhinged eternal soulmate heaven.

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5x09 | What Happened and What’s Going On

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Michonne’s family all happily running to see her🥹

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Why do these two scenes give off the same energy? Old men with technology will always be funny to me 🤣

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twd stuff from back in April

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Those who say, "I liked Michonne at the beginning, but she got lame after season 6 or 7", what is your reasoning?

I always find it strange when I see someone write that. Michonne has been virtually the same character throughout the series. Fearless, strong, caring, not to mention drop dead beautiful. What changed between season 3 and after 6?? Could it be because instead of being reserved and quiet, always analyzing but not speaking much (for good reason after experiencing such traumatic events), she is now open, and more likely to express her feelings? Is it because, in your weird mind, she got the man that you wanted and you dont think she deserves him? Or could it be that she went from being someone you thought could be bodyguard of the group, the human shield or the punching bag, to someone with hope and someone who didnt need to constantly put herself in harms way for character development?

One thing I've seen losers say is that she became so mopey in the 2nd half of season 9. She watched her man get blown up and had to raise their 2 kids on her own. I think her emotions were valid. Another thing I've seen said is that she just follows everything Rick says after they get together, which is wholeheartedly disagree about. The two of them are a unit. They make decisions together, not just one deciding on both of their fates. Even still, after Carl died, it was Michonne who convinced him that he needed to read Carl's letter and try to understand the vision that Carl had for the communities. Michonne had her own voice in that relationship, as she always did. If she didn't, the Savior war would have ended much differently.

Her backstory, her character development, her strength and personality... I think we are allowed to have a black female character who is a badass, shows her emotions, and has a romantic partner, no? She's allowed to smile and have some moments of joy, no? How could anyone watch this show and have anything bad to say about her? 😮‍💨 I am a Michonne defender until I die 🫶🏾

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To whom it may concern

Part two of my Richonne fic "Catching Our Breath" is LIVE. This was going to be the last part, but I accidentally wrote an epilogue, so that is still to come. Enjoy! Hopefully!

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When you go to read the next chapter of one of your fav fanfics and their whole account is gone 😭😭 Idk if I can take the heart break rn.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65187217/chapters/169929733

Chapter 7 up for you “Say Yes” fans.

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Why am I tearing up 🥹

Knowing what we know now, makes this little scene all the more special. The way his finger latched onto hers, like he didn't want to break that brief contact. How he went out there intent on finding her that toothpaste. How he was going to give her the entire crate. How he let her borrow all of his until it was gone.

Knowing what we know now makes this scene all the more endearing. How he waited on the couch for her to come to him and talk. How he asked to hear about her day. How he looked confused and kind of annoyed when she said she found a guy, too.

Knowing what we know now makes this moment all the more exhilarating. The utter joy on Rick's face. The way he needed to breathe Michonne in, but pull back to look at her.

Rick was in love with Michonne the whole time and didn't know what to do about it? He was in love with her the whole time. It makes me think about all of the other times. We could see there was attraction there, but love?

Because this looks like love to me:

So does this

and this

I love how all of those moments led us to this

and this

and this

I just love their love. I love that when we were seeing their love before they got together that it was real.

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This confirmed for me that Rick has been in love with Michonne since the beginning of season 4🙂‍↕️