Any personal headcanons on Rick and Michonne as a couple? Like their favorite things about the other, what they argue about, love languages ect. lol they’ve set up camp in my brain and I just want more of them 🙇🏻♀️
this is so funny because i've been thinking about their love languages ever since danai did that interview with YNB after 1x04! yvette said rick's is words of affirmation and michonne's is acts of services, and I definitely agree but I also think they display pretty much all of them, and quite a bit? rick is obviously into giving gifts and loves quality time (family fun day, begging her to spend just a few more days on the road in 7x12) and to say they both love physical touch is an understatement. this gorgeous gifset highlights it all beautifully.
anyway, some headcanons~
I really don't think they argue about much? they are very in sync most of the time. historically their big arguments are about how to handle major threats (negan, the crm, rick's PTSD) and since nothing bad is ever happening to them ever again because I said so there's no need to fight about those things anymore
michonne's favorite things about rick are how affectionate he is with his family, his strength, his accent, and his hair
rick's favorite thing about michonne is everything
i actually think they talk about books a lot. they're both nerdy as hell in different ways and love that about each other
michonne likes to cook and is very experimental while rick likes to bake (mostly secret family pie recipes) and they love feeding each other and their kids
michonne absentmindedly sings and does little dances when she's doing things around the house and rick stops whatever he's doing to lean against the wall and watch her and smile
that scene we saw in 9x01 where they cuddle up in bed and unpack their day was a ritual they started way back at the prison, even though back then it was obviously platonic (we do actually see them talking when everyone else is asleep several times throughout twd). they would linger and chat before heading to their respective cells at night. in the six years michonne spent without rick, she continued the tradition herself, talking to him out loud alone in their bedroom
rick DEFINITELY teases michonne about being oblivious to his feelings for her before The Couch
michonne hits back by teasing him about Whatever the Fuck He Was Doing With Jessie 💀
you didn't ask for grimes family headcanons but:
after they got home, michonne has a moment like that scene at the end of kill bill vol 2 and has a near silent hysterical laugh-cry of relief by herself in the bathroom before calmly walking back out to join her family. only rick notices
rick on the other hand is afraid to let any of them out of his sight. he spends the first six months he's back home being a total insomniac watching the three of them sleep because he's afraid if he closes his eyes he'll wake up alone back at the CRM
antony azor who plays rj is apparently very shy and reserved but opened up unexpectedly with andrew lincoln and so obviously this is also exactly what happened with rick and rj. father and son bonded INSTANTLY
his first night back, judith asks rick to finish reading the wizard of oz to her because he never got a chance to. it takes a good five minutes for him to compose himself but she does finally get the full story from her dad
rick and michonne do have an actual wedding ceremony, but it's just for them, judith and rj.
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Easy (a tiny zukka fic)
Sokka was, without a doubt, the smartest person Zuko knew--and he was a complete fool.
Zuko wasn't really sure how he could be both.
He had seen Sokka create some of the greatest plans and inventions, things Zuko could never dream of thinking up in a thousand years, and yet--
He'd also chosen to be with him. Which was markedly the most foolish decision possible.
"Hey," Sokka said, knocking Zuko's shoulder with his own.
They were sitting on the roof of one of the buildings near the palace, overlooking the Fire Nation city. It was the only place his advisors couldn't interrupt them. The sun had set a while ago, but the sky was just bright enough to make out Sokka's concerned features.
"What are you thinking about?" Sokka asked. "You got that look on your face."
Zuko's nose scrunched up. "What look?"
Sokka waved his hand in the air like he was grasping something intangible. "Like you're waiting for lightning to strike."
"I'm not thinking about anything," he grumbled.
Sokka snorted a laugh. "Come on. You're going to have to do better than that."
Zuko's frown deepened and he looked back over the city. Of course Sokka could read him.
Smoke curled from his fingertips. It was easy to pretend with the others. He always wore a scowl, so when he was in a bad mood, no one was the wiser. Except for Sokka. Somehow, Sokka could always tell the difference. He was always there, trying to make things better. Trying to be there for him. Being good to him, and Zuko wasn't...
Zuko didn't deserve him.
"I think we should end this."
"Yeah, it is getting pretty late," Sokka said, stretching his sore arms casually.
Zuko knew the wrappings and the compression sleeve on his arms hid countless battle scars. Several of them he'd gotten because of Zuko. Either inflicted by him as a teenager or now, from Sokka protecting him as the firelord.
"I'm exhausted," Sokka continued. "Suki and I spent the whole day sparring. Every time I think I get the upper hand, I end up flat on my butt--"
"No." Zuko's mouth tasted like ash. "We should end this. Us."
Sokka stilled, then dissolved in a confused chuckle. "What?"
Zuko's jaw clenched. "It was a mistake to begin with."
"What are you talking about?" His smile was gone now.
Zuko forced his gaze away, not wanting to see the pain creeping up on Sokka's features.
"We're over."
Sokka was a messy crier. Right now, his face was probably pinched like a lemon, with tears welling in his eyes--
"Nope."
Zuko blinked and looked at him in shock, but Sokka's expression was almost breezy.
"I don't accept," Sokka said loftily, leaning back casually like they were talking about what food to eat for dinner. "You'll have to try again some other time."
"Wha--are you even listening to me?" Zuko scrambled up to stand over him. "I said it's over. We're breaking up!"
"And I'm saying you better try harder," Sokka shot back. "Otherwise you're stuck with me."
Zuko closed his trap in surprise.
Sokka crossed his arms in a definitive nature that Zuko had grown accustomed to. It meant he was standing his ground, and that not even Toph could budge him. It was quite helpful as an ambassador, but now...
"That's not how it works!" Sparks ignited in his palms, prickling his skin.
Sokka got up, facing him on the edge of the roof.
It was dark now, and the only light was from the lanterns dimly illuminating the streets, and the lights bounced off Sokka's features as he spoke. "What, you think I'm going to let someone as great as you slip from my fingers that easily?"
Zuko's expression broke, and any semblance that he had control over this conversation shattered with his face.
"Yeah," Sokka said softly, and his shoulders dropped. "That's what I thought this was about." He reached forward, slowly taking his hand. He smoothed over Zuko's palm, putting out the smoke that threatened to erupt, even though the heat singed his gloves. "I'm not easy to get rid of," he murmured, tracing over his fingertips, blackened from ash. He tore his gaze up, meeting Zuko's eyes. "But you're easy to love."
Love?
Zuko knew that any relationship with him, romantic or not, was anything but easy. Zuko's throat closed with bile, and the only thing he felt other than his heart pounding in his chest was Sokka's warm touch.
Sokka smiled, and leaned forward, his thumb brushing against his scarred cheek. "Loving you is the easiest thing I've ever done," he said. "It's easy when I make you smile, and I think about how that's all I ever want to do. It's easy when I wake up in the morning, and I'm trapped under your heavy arm that's a thousand degrees."
In spite of everything, Zuko's face twitched into a hesitant smile.
"It's easy when I see you help your people. It's easy when you listen to me drone on and on about my inventions, and when you laugh at all my bad sarcastic jokes." He closed the space between them, and all Zuko could focus on was his voice.
"And it's easy to love you now. Even when you're trying to push me away because you don't see the person I see."
Zuko's eyes flicked back and forth. Agni, he was the one who was going to ugly cry, wasn't he.
He hugged him, and Sokka staggered back from the weight, parts of the roof crumbling off beneath their feet.
"Roof, roof! We're on the roof!" He said, laughing, and finally found his footing with his heel partially over the edge, but he was smiling. "I love you, Zuko."
"I love you, too," Zuko said, mumbling against his neck as he held him tightly, and he didn't let go.
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