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Story: Grass fields in Normandy

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From what Michonne can see from her hiding spot in the car, Cherbourg no longer resembles the peaceful town, which she abruptly left. Now, it is German's stronghold. Her heart beats fast as they approach a checking point. She hears the voices with strong accents, and the French, which no longer sound melodious.

Michonne's quest almost feels idiotic at the point. She might never reach her destination. If the soldier searching the car finds something abnormal, her bravery and desperation will cost many lives. The control, which is the fifth one in five miles, might be the cause of their demise.

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Story: Grassfield in Normandy

Chapter 8 sneak peek

Rick stares at the letter in his hands, and he has not received a card from Lori since Judith's birthday. He has yet to reply to the epistle where she often tries to describe the child who could be his. Those haunting thoughts do not matter much at a time like this, and this letter is different. There are no mention of blond curls and features, which further convince him that he is not the father of Judith

Rick unfolds the paper, and he cannot read the first line. Her steps distract him, and he grows fearful before his imperceptible omissions. He lifts his head, and his eyes follow the frame of her silhouette. Materialized out of his anguish, Michonne stands at the kitchen's doo

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I‘M IN LOVE WITH THIS DRAWING!! Wow. I’ve honestly been feeling so unsure about this story but seeing this means so much! The thoughts and details you’ve put into it- BEAUTIFUL! Now I need to work on a scene like that! I can’t thank you enough for sharing this!! 🥺♥️

“Princess Training”.  Inspired by JOURNEY TO THE PAST by @virellya​.   The “Cons” teaching our princess-to-be the art of “the dance”.  Something I imagined while reading this fic and had to portray on paper.  Rick giving lessons to our mystery girl while Shane looks on and realizes that “something” is happening!. Because I love history and am fascinated with the Romanov’s and love the Richonne take on “Anastasia”.       

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As the lessons continue, Rick doesn't stop prying. Or, prying perhaps isn't the best word- they talk and things about the both of them are slowly revealed, and it isn't entirely unwelcome. It's actually surprisingly, probably dangerously welcome, to the point that she regularly has to stop herself from letting her laugh get loose; from telling Rick more than she should. She controls what he knows about her, but on occasion she'll find herself letting more slip than would be wise.

Rick, damn him, makes it easy. Despite his criminal status, he's trustworthy- if she was the kind of girl who trusted people.

She has been in cons that have lasted twice the length of this. Or the estimated length, anyway, they're hoping to get out of France before another month is up- and her fellow conmen in those jobs had been fine with keeping it professional. But Rick, and by extension Shane, both seem to be the kind of guys who want to get to know the person they've entered into a con with.

She is cautiously navigating this new friendship, with surprising results. She tries not to spend an extended amount of time without putting some emotional distance between herself and them, but this proves to be harder than expected with these two, in different ways.

Shane can be quite arrogant. She's dealt with men like him her entire life. Men who know exactly how to charm their way into basically anything. Nevertheless he seems like a man who sticks to his principles and would do anything to protect the people he cares about. And she can see that he cares about Rick.

And Rick- well. Rick is another case, an unexpected problem, because she doesn't get close to her temporary partners in crime, she uses them as a means to an end and they do the same to her. This is how it's been since she got into the con business eight years ago, and she's nervous about how much these men- especially this one man- shakes her status quo. He's charming, in a way that is completely new to her, and kind and traumatized, the kind of trauma that she is intimately familiar with.

Sometimes she'll get glimpses of things that make her want to pick him apart, not to dismantle him or toy with him, but to see. She'll catch him off guard and make him stutter or, amazingly, blush, and then he'll tell her to wipe the grin off her face and she'll realize she's grinning without meaning to.

It isn't often that she wants to know someone this badly. Rick- Rick makes her feel something she doesn't allow herself to feel. He'll shoot her a look after she spins a dry joke and his gaze will make her stomach jolt. She'll sternly think to herself this is not allowed, but in the moment it will get overshadowed by the jolt.

In a conversation like much of their conversations, Rick sits next to her- on the floor, Shane has borrowed the crate for the day to sit on at the stall- and she sits next to him on the floor instead of the crate, leaning back against it. They share their lunch like good comrades, everyone gets equal, and they joke sourly about it.

As he's munching on his half of an apple, Rick says, "You've been tired these past few days."

She pauses in mid-bite, then continues chewing her half. Trying to be casual, she says, "Are you implying I look worse than usual?"

"Oh, never, your highness." Rick grins. "Just thought I'd check if something had happened."

"I'm fine." She picks at the remaining skin on her apple, turns it over in her hands. Her bite mark is very neat. Then, for reasons that are feeling increasingly dangerous: "I don't sleep well, sometimes."

Rick hums. He cranes his head back to look at the domed ceiling. "Me, neither. Sometimes."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." He leans back on his hands. "It's the snow. Brings back bad memories."

And she presses her tongue to the roof of her mouth. Bad memories. Yes.

When Michonne gets up and disappears into her room Rick and Shane are left alone.

Shane clears his throat and Rick looks at him.

"What?"

"You got a thing for her."

"No I don't."

"Yeah you do." Shane says with a sly grin. "You like her. Can't even blame you, I mean look at her."

"I don't get involved with … clients." Rick makes sure to emphasize the last word and it’s the only one he can think of.

"You sleep with dumb girls all the time." Shane accuses him, and Rick scoffs at him with raised brows. Like he's one to talk.

"But I don't get involved with them." Rick corrects, and Shane's eyes widen.

"So you admit it then, you actually like her. Enough to have to tell yourself not to go there."

Rick pauses, unsure of how to respond and Shane presses on.

"I don't know why you avoid any possibility of finding someone-"

"Shane."

Shane puts his hands up in defense. "Hey I'm not trying to be a dick, I'm just saying stop torturing yourself already. Life- Life will get better very soon."

Rick shakes his head and looks at the apple still in his hands. He thinks for a moment before his eyes connect with Shane's.

"You don't know that."

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Story: Grass Fields in Normandy

Chapter 5 sneak peek

She is in one of those fur coats, which is inappropriate for the mustiness and humidity of Rick's home. Her bare feet tap the cold floor. She watches him from the corner of her eyes. He hates her scrutiny and feels as if those brown orbs undress him.

Rick wants to cling to his secrets, but Michonne manages to pry details of unexpressed depth. He slowly enters his home. She does not jump in his arms. Michonne has certain sobriety in the expression of her joy. Each night, she is glad to see him return alive with wounds, which prove that the act is a miracle.

Rick slowly closes the door afraid that the noise could add to the tension in the atmosphere. Rays of moon graze Michonne's face. She is statuesque in her posture. She stares for as long as she can. Her sclera burns and the tears have lost their purpose. He is alive for another night.

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When they sit down for lunch, he offers her half of his sandwich.

She takes it. "Butter again?"

"You know it," he says around a mouthful.

She considers what would be the best response. Rick has proven favourable to sarcasm in the past, which is oddly delightful for her. "My favourite."

He rolls his eyes. "Oh yeah, I stay awake at night looking forward to these," he says, and then he takes a large bite, complete with enthused noises.

She laughs. It's not a fake one, which means it's barely more than a snort.

Quiet or not, he seems pleased by it. He meets her eyes briefly before taking another bite, then looks out towards the windows of the palace, in between the boards that keep out the wind.

She looks around the ballroom, which is empty apart from their makeshift dinner table.

Michonne had danced in this room, once. The real one, she thinks and shifts her feet against the floor and presses her heels against the crate she's sitting on. Sometimes when she's in the ballroom she'll get the shivers thinking about the Imperials dancing, taking turns spinning each other around. For some reason she always pictured the little girl running at her father, him lifting her up, her mouth falling open in laughter.

She squeezes her eyes shut and busies herself with the sandwich, then the lunch she had brought: a handful of dried fruit, which she shared with Rick.

He thanks her and they sit in silence that could almost be called comfortable, if she was in the habit of being comfortable with people.

"Alright," Rick says after a few minutes. He claps his hands on his knees and she very determinedly doesn't wince, because she's long since trained the panic out of her that surges at any sound that resembles a gunshot.

"Back to the lesson," Rick continues, and gets up. Then, like an afterthought, he turns around and bows to her, offering a hand and putting the other one behind his back as if he's standing in front of a duchess. "Madame?"

"Your highness," she corrects him, and takes his hand. It's very warm.

His fingers falter around hers for a moment, but then his face falls into a grin. "My apologies, your highness."

She stands. He drops her hand. She watches him turn towards the blackboard and flexes her hand at her side, something unnameable scratching at the back of her mind.

When Rick asks about her parents, she thinks about dodging the question.

"I lost them in the revolution," she says eventually. It's true enough.

Rick's face goes understanding. "I'm sorry."

"You, too?"

"Uh, no.." He rubs his hands against his pockets. "Uh, my father a bit afterwards. But still."

"Still," she echoes.

His gaze goes distant and she wonders what else he lost. The same as everyone else, she supposes- everything, or most of it: crucial pieces that left them grasping at what they had left.

She swallows. "How did it happen?"

He blows out a breath that turns into a laugh halfway through. It's not a joyful laugh.

"Sorry," she tries, but he's already waving her away.

"No, it's fine. I just- I don't talk about that part of my life."

She wonders if she would, if she could remember it. She only remembers the end of the revolution. What must it have been like in the middle of it?

"Me neither," she offers.

He cracks a smile. At first she thinks he's going to ask her about her own parents, how they died, and she will have to come up with something or avoid the subject. But then Rick reaches up and rubs at his shoulder as if it were in pain. She has seen him do it once or twice.

"So," he starts. "Let's see what you've got."

When she goes over the distasteful habits of the inner family flawlessly he doesn't look too impressed, but she supposes that's because he's gotten used to it after days of the same thing.

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moodboard for ‘journey to the past’

A decade after the disappearance of the french princess the royal family promises to reward the ones who can find her, which leads the two con men, Rick Grimes and his friend Shane Walsh, to embark on a journey to find the one woman who can play the role of the long lost Michonne Valois. Richonne. Anastasia AU.

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some favorite Michonne moments for @terriblegam2r 💗

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LNC: Richonne💕 (insp)

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Umm…. Yeah. ‘Nuff said!  99.9 percent of all fanfics that I read mentions this.

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OH MY GOD. wow, I’m speechless. this is SO BEAUTIFUL. I can’t believe I’m actually looking at a drawing that was inspired by my writing??? This means more than I could explain to you, honestly. And it‘s so wonderful and accurate, you’re so talented!!! I could just stare at this for hours on end lol. Even the details you included, like writing Mildenhall 1944 with the note. Ugh, I love it!! And your handwriting is so pretty. Thank you for making this and sharing it! Wow.

Inspired by @virellya RETURN TO SENDER. A beautiful, ageless and timeless love story. I fell in love with a bespectacled, well versed, bookish, sentimental, sensitive, and poetic Rick.  I became the feisty, visionary, innovative, “a head of her times” Michonne.  I fell in love with this wonderful love story and fell in love with these two.  @virellya you out did yourself!

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Saints & Sinners by gimmetheheadcanons. I miss it. :(

Thanks for submitting a fic! I don’t think I know this one. Do you have a link? I found one called Sinners & Scapegoats by gimmetheheadcanons. If that’s the one I’ll definitely check it out!

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Go on those walks with Judith. She’ll remember them.

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are there any richonne fanfics (old or new) that you would like me to do another moodboard for? if yes shoot me a dm or comment below! 

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Why don’t you… take a break?

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moodboard for ‘grass fields in normandy’ by @elsac2

In the middle of France occupation by the Germans, famous actress Michonne Dupree has to share a small house with the ever stoic and cold colonel Rick Grimes. Animosity, silence speaking volume, and quiet looks become the escape to the war raging out. She hates him, and he might do too. 

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the Grimes Family side-eye          requested by @ash-n-cole