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written by: thefandomrandom | @thefandomrandom18

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“Your world just got a whole lot bigger.”

The group exchanged looks of both excitement and concern. The momentary awe at catching two of their leaders in a compromising situation had worn off. Michonne was too busy trying not to make eye contact with Carl to truly grasp the weight of Jesus’ statement.

“Well sounds like we have a trip to make,” Rick declared and she exhaled in both relief and frustration. There was never a dull moment. She didn’t even have time to fully process what happened between them last night before they were thrust into something else.

Carl lingered at the table as Rick stood up eyeing her without being too obvious. Sensing the atmosphere he smirked at the two of them and walked off. Michonne raised her eyes to the heavens thanking a God she wasn’t quite sure she believed in. Voices murmured all around them, Maggie asking Glenn and Abraham’s opinion, Jesus on the porch talking to a distrusting Darryl, and Judith’s baby babble fresh from waking up. But before they headed out, she wanted to mention something to Rick before she forgot.

“Hey can I talk to you for a second?”

Rick’s lips turned up in a lazy smile. “Sure.”

Without a word, she walked to her bedroom and shut the door behind them. When she turned around, Rick’s gaze was on her chest. Her braless chest. 

“Can you focus?” she asked partially annoyed, partially amused. This was the first time they were alone in each other’s company after fucking each other ten ways from Sunday just a few hours before. It was weird going back to the status quo after they had been so intimate.

Rick cleared his throat and scratched the back of his neck, trying to stop paying attention to her pert nipples visible in her thin shirt. “What’s up?”

“It’s about Carl.”

“What about him?” Rick asked, all trace of humor gone at the mention of his son.

“Yesterday he was wandering around the woods with Enid.”

Rolling his eyes, he blew out a breath in frustration. “I’ve talked to him about that. I had a feelin she was escapin outside the walls but didn’t know he was followin her.”

Michonne nodded in agreement, folding her arms. “Yeah. I’m worried about it. Anything could happen out there especially after that last herd.”

He wiped the sleep from his eyes, rolling the exhaustion out of his shoulders. The exertion from last night was starting to creep in on his aching muscles. “I’ll talk to him. I can’t have him doin that. Not right now while everything’s so unstable. Thanks for letting me know.”

Rick stalled for a second, swallowing back some of the sexual tension in the room. He gave a slow perusal of her body, one that she noticed him give her before, but this time it was much different. He’d seen every inch of her perfect body, knew what she felt like inside, how she tasted. He shook his head to rid himself of the errant thoughts. Handling Carl was the priority right now. “Let me talk to him before we leave, maybe give him a few extra shifts working around here. I have to tell him about us anyway. May as well kill two birds with one stone.”

“Wait,” she said, putting her hand on his forearm to stop him. “I already handled it. I talked to him last night.”

Amused, Rick lifted his eyebrow, imagining what that talk was like. “You handled it?”

“Yeah. I told him it was dangerous and he didn’t need to do it again.” She purposely left out the part about him considering her family and telling her he loved her. Now that her and his dad had taken the next step, she didn’t know how Rick would take it.

“Ok,” he relented. “You handled it.”

Michonne tilted her head, eyeing him speculatively. “Why do you say it like that?”

He waved her off. “It’s nuthin’”

“Well if it’s nuthin then tell me.”

Rick smiled. “You know how the two of you are. I think he respects and listens to you but I think you probably let him off a little easy.”

She really wanted to be annoyed at the suggestion that she wasn’t much of a disciplinarian but Rick’s obvious teasing tone made it hard. “It was a very stern talk. What else am I going to do? Send him to his room with no TV or Video games. We’re pretty limited with options. Plus, I am not easy on him thank you very much.”

“So after your very stern talk,” he said mocking her, “Did you share a Big Kat with him?”

Michonne’s face dropped for a second but she quickly recovered. How the hell did he know? There was one lone candy bar Carl had been hoarding that she was reluctant to eat due to the shortage of toothpaste and her intense attention to dental needs. However, hunger won that batter. Her and Carl has sat on the porch and watched the stars with Judith for a little while…and shared the Big Kat.

Rick grinned. “I knew it.”

She scoffed and he kissed her, his heart full knowing how much of a soft spot she had for his son. “I appreciate you talking to him and I won’t go behind you and say nothin but you have to admit you’re a little biased.”

Michonne kissed his nose, her heart still trying to catch up with the sudden shift in their relationship. “I think you’re just jealous that you’re not my favorite Grimes.”

There was no denying that. Carl had captured her heart first and in turn showed him the way. “I’ve always known that and I’m fine with it. I’ll settle for second.”

With his lips pressed to hers, her eyebrows lifted in question. He pulled back, sucking his teeth in faux disgust. “Damn I’m not even second?”

“Well kinda. Carl and Judy are tied for first so I guess that makes you second.”

His back was against the door and he pulled her into him. “I’ll take it.”

She kissed him, planning to make it chaste but Rick quickly got carried away. Forgetting everything that was going on around them, he savored her plush lips and satin skin.

A knock on the door startled them both.

“C’mon guys lets hit the road,” Abraham called out and then promptly shuffled away.

Michonne let out a heavy sigh. “Back to it.”

“I guess so. Just for the record, from now on I’ll take on bad cop with the kids. They’ve got you too wrapped around their fingers.”

She slapped his arm. “They do not. It’s about balance.”

“Well there’s always one parent that has to be bad cop. You’ll be good cop. It’s fine,” he declared nonchalantly, placing a quick kiss on her lips. Before she could respond he was gone.

A parent.

He called her a parent.

Their parent.

For a moment she stood in shock not believing the last 12 hours of her life. Everything changed in a blink of an eye in this new world.

And it soon would again. 

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(written by @mirainagasu / fic sideblog: @reciprocityfic)

They never really touched each other.

There wasn’t an explicit reason why, or if there was one, neither of them were aware of it.  It just wasn’t something they did.  There were nods, there were looks, there were smiles.  And they were always enough.  They knew they had each other’s backs.  They knew they would always be there for each other.  They knew that they cared, that they would always care.

Touch wasn’t often necessary.  For others maybe, but not between them.  There were once-in-a-blue-moon exceptions, of course. She remembers how her mind reeled on the day they found the ruins of Noah’s old hometown, and how the gentle pressure of his fingertips against her arm had anchored her.  He remembers the warmth of her hand over his as they pulled up to the gates of Alexandria for the first time, and how it gave him enough strength to open his car door.  They remember sleepless nights after they’d arrived, the weight of his hand on her shoulder reminding them both that they weren’t alone.  That they cared, and they would always care.

Touch was rare, and it was soft and fleeting, and there was something scary about it, although neither of them would ever admit to that.  Afterwards they always wordlessly agreed to tuck it back away, to save it only for when it mattered most.

After that first night, after the couch and the mints and their lips pressing together, after they’d surrendered themselves to each other willingly, eagerly, and completely, their silent rule flew out the window.

Once they started touching each other, they couldn’t stop touching each other, and maybe that’s why they had avoided it for all those months.  Maybe somewhere in the pits of their stomachs they knew that when they allowed themselves to touch, to grasp and hold and caress and cling and claw, there wouldn’t be any way to turn back.

It didn’t matter anymore.  They were hooked, addicted, obsessed. It was a habit they would never break, a drug they would never kick.  Skin against skin, hands clasped together, his palm pressed against her lower back and skimming her ass, her fingers weaving in and tugging his curls - all of it was heaven, a salve to old and new wounds.

They were all over each other: above, inside, over, under, between, beside, below.  They breathed together.  Their hearts beat in sync.

They never really touched each other, before.  But they did now.

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written by: thefandomrandom | @thefandomrandom18

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rating: M

Rick emerged from the shower with his towel wrapped around his waist stroking the errant hairs on his beard. It had been awhile since he shaved and he was wondering if he should go back to a clean face. Using a towel to wipe the fog off the mirror, he took a good look at himself, turning his head from side to side. The exhaustion was apparent by the lines under his eyes but he was happy. They were able to find food thanks to their new connection at the Hilltop even though some possibly innocent lives were lost and Maggie and Carol were in danger briefly. Things were good..for now.

Running his fingers through his chestnut curls that now touched his shoulders, he figured he may as well get a haircut too. “Don’t you dare,” the familiar voice said. He wiped off the rest of the mirror and his eyes immediately locked with Michonne. His old friend and new lover. She was smiling with some of her clothes in one hand and a half finished apple in the other. “You only brought one?”

She took another huge bite practically finishing it and smiled. “I left one on the nightstand. On my side.”

He peeked around her into what was now their bedroom. “Of course.”

“You were about to cut your hair weren’t you?”

He tilted his head to the side, narrowing his eyes. “You don’t want me to? You don’t think it’s time?”

Michonne took another step inside the bathroom and closed the door behind her. The soft click had his cock on high alert for anything she had planned. It had only been a few days since they discovered this intimate side of one another but he was ready, willing and able whenever she wanted to have sex. “I don’t think it’s time to cut this. She ran her fingers through his hair, “or shave this,” she said gliding her smooth fingers through his scruff. His eyes closed as she ended her exploration of his face with a soft kiss to his lips. 

“How about just a trim then?” he offered, trying to compromise. Pretending to think it over, she reached down and pulled her tank top over her head. Rick gasped, mentally bracing himself for her next move.

“Ok. A trim,” she agreed and took the scissors out of the medicine cabinet.

“You’re gonna cut it?” He was genuinely surprised.

Michonne guided him to the closed toilet lid, motioning for him to sit down. “Of course. I mean I’m not Jessie level talented at haircuts but I can trim hair well enough.”

Rick winced at the loaded comment and the realization that she knew Jessie cut his hair a few months ago when they first arrived in Alexandria. They had never really talked about her at all. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he pulled her even closer and willed her make eye contact with him. “No you’re not. You’re definitely not her. I know that.” She was so much more. He kissed her stomach, his fingertips grazing her back sliding down to her ample ass and gave it a light squeeze.

“You’re distracting me Mr. Grimes,” she broke his gaze and went back to combing his hair in preparation. Just like that the moment had passed and they said everything with a look that needed to be said. They were past that. Past her. Nothing to look forward to but the future. “I have some hair to trim.”

“I’m all yours. Do your worst.” His hands were placed in his lap like a good little Boy Scout, trying his damnest not to touch her. There was no middle ground where Michonne was concerned. If he touched her, he wanted to be buried inside her. Maybe it was because they had been dancing around their chemistry for months and he wanted to make up for lost time or maybe it was because they had a connection he’d never experienced before. Either way, he had to learn to tamper it down…..eventually. He wasn’t even halfway through his thoughts before she proudly announced, “All done.”

Ricks eyes opened in surprise. “Already?” Looking down at the floor, he didn’t see anything but two tiny piles of hair that he bent own to pick up. Confused, he turned towards the mirror and didn’t see anything different. “It’s ummm.” Caught between not wanting to hurt her feelings and just plain laughter, he decided to play it safe. “It’s ummm—it’s definitely somethin’. Thank you.”

Michonne tried to stifle her laughter but lost the battle. “The look on your face”, she giggled, putting the scissors back down on the small vanity. “It’s somethin,” she mocked him.

He laughed too and dropped what was about 8 or 9 strands of his hair into the trash can. “You didn’t do anythang”.

“I didn’t do anything because I love your hair”, she explained, nestling herself back between his legs.

“Is that so?”

Michonne moaned as he kissed her trying to unhook her bra. “Yes that’s so.” Her hands explored his soft tresses, lightly tugging on them as her bra hit the floor and Ricks mouth immediately went to work on her hard nipple. Her pussy clinched in response. “Mmmmm. And the length comes in handy at certain times.”

Rick released her left breast with a pop and looked up at her confused. This was new to her as well. Having her friend, her best friend in the most intimate of ways. Taking a step back she locked the door and began to unbutton her jeans. Ricks intense stare burned her skin and the bulge under his towel had grown considerably. She stepped out of her jeans and black panties and his towel hit the floor.

Mentally he started thinking about where everyone was in the house, praying they wouldn’t get interrupted. Judith was asleep and Carl knew better than to come in his room without knocking first. “You’re so beautiful.”

Michonne beamed, evidence of her arousal glistening against her flawless brown skin. Approaching Rick, she straddled him and he leaned back to give her room to settle. With their eyes locked on one another, she reached behind her stroking his cock once, twice teasing it against her dripping pussy before slowly descending on him. Rick buried his face in her chest, trying not to groan too loud. She was already panting, slowly rolling her hips in a circular motion. He wrapped his arms tightly around her, guiding her movements and trying to control his already building orgasm. When she began to bounce up and down, he knew he was on borrowed time. His balls tightened as his lips covered her other nipple sucking hard.

“Yessssss,” she hissed, her head thrown back in ecstasy not once breaking her rhythm. When she felt the pull in her lower belly she knew she was close. Rick’s thumb began to circle her clit and she straightened up, a loud long moan echoing off the bedroom walls. “I’m about to—“ She gripped Rick’s hair, anchoring herself against the wave of pleasure that was threatening to take her under.

He held on to her ass as he impaled her on his thick cock, feeling her walls begin to close in on him. “That’s it. Come on baby.” His words were her undoing, and suddenly her body had a mind of its own. Bucking and rocking, pulling his hair as the orgasm rose, faded and began again.

“Fuckkkkkk,” he cursed, moving her back just in time so he could release on his thigh. They breathed heavily while he grabbed a towel to clean himself off. She took the washcloth from his hand and finished cleaning them both off. They were always a team. What one started, the other one finished.

When Michonne giggled, he quirked his eyebrow. “Somethin funny?”

She smoothed his hair back in place, kissed him and whispered against his lips. “I told you the longer hair comes in handy for certain things.”

Rick laughed, pulling her in close.

Comfortable and sated.

Happy.

“It does indeed.”

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(written by @avintagekiss24)

Michonne walks into their home, removing her katana from her shoulder. She slams the door behind her, glancing around as she moves further into the house. There’s a radio on somewhere, she can hear some old country singer cooing in the distance. She rounds the corner to the kitchen and jumps slightly, slamming her hand to her chest as she closes her eyes. “Christ Rick!” He turns, peering over his shoulder at her as he raises the chicken sandwich to his lips, “What? Why you so jumpy all the time?” She opens her eyes slowly, bringing her palm to her forehead to smooth her hair out of her face. It’s only then does she notice what’s wrong with this picture. She cocks her head to the side, her mouth dropping open as scoffs. There, right before her, in the middle of the afternoon, is her boyfriend, naked as a J-Bird. He’s turned to face her now, chewy slowly on his sandwich as he shrugs, his mouth full, “What?” “Why are you naked?” He shrugs again, reaching back to the counter to grab his glass of water, “I got out of the shower and just never got around to,” He stops talking to take a long drink, keeping his pretty blues on her the entire time. “To putting on pants? You just never got around to putting on pants? Who does that?” She asks incredulously, placing her hands on her hips. He doesn’t answer. He just shrugs again, “Me.” She laughs at the absurdity of him before she expels a large breath. Her eyes sink down his suntanned skin. It’s not like she’s terribly upset by the sight of him. He’s gaining weight and working out… he’s looking good for being in the middle of a walker apocalypse. He leans back on the counter as he watches her eyes dip down to Ricky and he just smirks, taking another bite of his sandwich, “Got something to say?” She scoffs again, tearing her eyes away from his newly trimmed garden to his face, “You trimmed for me. It’s cute.” “Cute?” He scrunches up his face at the moniker, “Ricky is anything but cute.” A knock comes at the door, causing them both to look toward the noise. Michonne starts to move toward it, throwing a look back at him, “Put some clothes on, will ya?” She opens the door to a grinning Carol, “Hey Chonne.” “Carol, hey!” She greets back, pulling the older woman in for a hug, “I didn’t know you were coming by.” “Oh, it’s just a quick stop, Ezekiel and I are on our way to the Hilltop. I just wanted to drop you guys off some peanut butter pie. Is Rick home?” Michonne glances behind her just as Rick comes into view as he moves toward the front door, Ricky swinging long and free. She steps out onto the porch and slams the door behind her, widening her smile as Carol squints her eyes, “No, well, yeah, but he’s asleep upstairs.” Carol glances at her watch, “Really?” She asks skeptically, “Rick Grimes is asleep at one fifteen in the afternoon?” Michonne nods slowly, tucking a few of her dreds behind her ear, “Yeah, I’m trying to get him to relax a little.” The door opens behind her but she’s quick to slam it shut again, keep one hand on the knob as he tries to open it. Michonne turns her attention back to Carol as she struggles to keep her naked cowboy captive. She smiles again, holding out her free hand, “I’ll take that pie.” Carol hands it over, a weird smile playing on her face as the door opens slightly again before Michonne grunts and slams it shut again, “Okay, well, tell Rick I said hi. I hope you enjoy the pie.” “Oh, we will.” Michonne answers, “We always do. Thank you, so much.” Carol skips down the stairs and throws another glance over her shoulder before waving nervously as Michonne continues to fight with the door. She continues to smile as Carol makes her way down the street and only releases her grip on the door when she’s out of eyesight. She hears a muffled grunt as the door slams back into Rick’s face. He didn’t expect her to let go so quickly. He steps out onto the porch, rubbing his forehead, “What is your- hey!” She ushers him quickly back into the house, slapping at his naked skin with her thin, boney fingers, “Stop it! Shit! That hurts!” “What is wrong with you?” Michonne squeals, “You want the whole neighborhood to see you?” “I don’t care.” He laughs, “Oooh pie.” “Well I care!” She calls after him as he moves back into the kitchen, pie in hand, “Put some pants on! And don’t eat all the damn pie! I’m still mad at you about last time you and Daryl didn’t leave me any.” Rick slices a piece for himself and grabs a fork, turning back just in time to catch her leaning against the doorframe, her eyes headed south once more, “Did you hear me?” She asks. He shrugs defiantly as he slides the fork in between his teeth, chewing slowly on Carol’s delicious pie, “Nope.” “Put. Some. Pants. On.” She repeats slowly, her eyebrow raising. Rick squints his eyes, looking up at the ceiling as he pretends to ponder her request. He swallows his first bite and digs the fork in for a second. He places it to his lips and runs tongue along the metal utensil, dragging the dessert into his mouth. He chews it fully before he swallows and then simply answers, “No.” She shakes her head as she clicks her teeth, “And why not?” She asks lowly. “Ricky likes being free.” “Oh, does he?” “He does.” He answers defiantly.

“Hmm.” She hums to herself, before she turns and disappears, heading toward the stairs, “Well, Vanessa likes being covered,” She calls toward him as she moves up the stairs toward their bedroom, “And she’ll be staying covered until further notice, so Ricky better not come over to play tonight.”

Ricks’ eyes grow wide as his chewing slows to a stop. He glances down at Ricky and then toward the ceiling as he hears the water in the shower start. He sits the plate down on the counter behind him and heads for the stairs, taking them two at a time, “Okay, pants it is.”