getting lost in these two again. The Angst. The Drama. the lust. The love. The friction. The grief of losing each other. The Reconciliation. The DEPTH and connections of storytelling being explicit and intentional.
My sister just recently let my 14 year old nephew begin to watch zombie genre media and he’s devouring The Walking Dead. He’s been in our family chat giving live updates and reactions as he watched TWD all week during term break. He’s reached Season 3 and absolutely LOVES Michonne — thinks she’s the best character on the show (rightfully so).
He got to that scene after Woodbury where Rick is all, “We patch you up and you are gone” to Michonne and then posts this in the group chat:
No no no Rick! Just no! You’re gonna marry her. She’s not going anywhere!
This kid has never been in fandom and didn’t know what shipping was. I had to explain it and he was like, “Yep. I ship them.”
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.
A/N: Based on this prompt. For @msjrichonne Enjoy!
“Us against the world.”
It wasn’t just something offhanded to say. In that moment, as in every moment they spent together, that is what it felt like for Michonne: She and Rick against the world.
They clinked their glasses together as Rick replied, “Or savin’ it.”
They shared a look before Rick added, “I am surprised you took the noodles back, though.”
Michonne chuckled and said, “They pulled a gun on us. You don’t get noodles for that.”
The pair took another swig. The warm liquid soothed Michonne’s throat. The warm candlelight that filled the cabin washed over Rick’s handsome features. She felt warmth encompass her whole being as it settled somewhere deep inside.
Michonne placed her glass down, tilted her head, and let out an amused little sigh.
“Toothpaste, booze,” she said before dipping her head in his direction. “What’re you up to Grimes?”
Rick smiled a little, shook his head charmingly, and then said, “I’m just workin’ with what I’ve got.”
Then Rick reached into the top pocket of his button-down shirt. He held out the small chain he had picked up earlier; the chain with the little m on it. He placed it in the palm of Michonne’s hand. She took the gift and smiled at it, ever endeared by Rick’s thoughtfulness.
Rick got up from where he was seated and made his way over to Michonne. He held out his hand and they linked their fingers together before he pulled Michonne to her feet and drew to him. Her body pressed against his as they melted together in a passionate kiss before they fell to the bed.
Rick covered Michonne’s body with his. His lips moved from hers to her neck, eliciting pleasured moans from her. They fumbled with their clothing, eager to rid themselves of the offending garments and feel skin upon searing skin.
There was something desperate about how they clung to one another. As if, even though they had reunited, they could be torn apart at any moment. They breathed one another in as if all of the oxygen had left the room and they were each other’s lifeline.
They had never truly tired of kissing one another before they had been separated, and it was still true in that moment. Despite their hunger for one another, they could have spent the entire evening showing their need and want using just lips on skin. That was exactly where Rick’s mind was at.
He drew back, kneeled on the bed, and stared down at Michonne. The fire behind his eyes flamed wildly. She never got over that look – the way he stared at her like she was everything he had ever wanted; everything he had every revered and worshipped; everything he held dear.
“You’re so beautiful,” he rasped out, his voice low from desire. “So fucking beautiful, Michonne.”
She smiled up at Rick, took his hand, and said, “So are you.”
...
Rick had started to pepper kisses down Michonne’s neck to her collarbone. Her fingers found their way into his curls as his lips moved to her chest. His tongue swirled over her nipple, and she could not stifle the moan it elicited. Rick smiled against Michonne’s skin and continued to trail his scorching kisses down her body until she could feel his breath hot against her inner thigh.
“Rick,” she whispered as he ran his finger over her pulsing slit and pressed against her throbbing little bud. “Please.”
“Shh,” he replied, pressing a kiss to her thigh. “I got you.”
Soon, Rick’s lips replaced his finger as he brought his mouth to his wife’s center. He slid his tongue up and down her slit, dipping between her folds and drinking her up. Each clever swipe of Rick’s eager tongue pulled delighted moans and whimpers from Michonne. She gripped his curls tighter as he worked his lips and tongue over her pussy. He sucked her clit into his mouth and her body shuddered in the most delightful way.
“Rick,” she managed to say between moans.
He sucked harder as he flicked his tongue quicker. Michonne felt a heat rise in her stomach and then swirl down lower. The pulsing between her legs had grown more intense with every deft movement of Rick’s keen mouth. All of his attention culminated in a wave of pleasure that flooded Michonne’s senses and washed over her trembling body. She clenched her legs around Rick’s head and let her body soak up her orgasm.
...
Rick’s hardness was buried inside of Michonne’s tight, wet heat. She gripped tightly to his shoulders as her fingernails dug into his flesh. They shared messy kisses as Rick thrust in and out, over and over again. Michonne whimpered as he brought her close once more. She tightened her walls around his hard cock. He let out a moan that was more akin to a growl. It was intoxicating being enveloped by Michonne. Being so close to her that he could feel the beating of her heart; a rhythm that matched every eager thrust. Each thrust that was met with whimpers of pleasure falling from her heart-shaped lips. Whimpers that pushed him closer to his own release.
Their lips stayed connected with kisses that were almost frantic; almost feverish. Rick stayed planted between Michonne’s strong thighs as he drove himself harder and faster. Rick struck at Michonne’s core with more fervor as his hips suddenly bucked forward with force.
“Fuck,” he cursed. “Fuck. Michonne. Michonne.”
“Rick,” she moaned in response as her orgasm washed over her in the same moment that Rick found his release, spilling his seed and filling her womb.
...
The soft light of the candles draped Rick and Michonne in a warm light as they lay together. Her lying supine as he leaned up on his elbow and watched her. The afterglow of their lovemaking looked good on her, just like everything else did. Her skin glistened from sweat as Rick traced his fingers over her collarbone, padding over her scar and then touching the small m on the necklace he had gifted her.
“Us against the world,” said Rick, suddenly, as he searched Michonne’s gaze; she gifted him with a sweet smile. “It’s always been you, you know that, right?”
“I know,” she replied softly.
“In all o’ this,” said Rick with so much conviction and sincerity it made Michonne’s chest hurt. “It’s always been you, the only one I could see myself facing this world with. You and only you. Us against the world.”
Michonne smiled up at him as she brought her hand to caress his face while she said, “Forever.”
The RJ bashing…please just say what the real issue is because Antony executed his part impeccably [and has throughout TWD].
Rick has been a looming figure for RJ his entire life. He’s never had the experience of having his father physically present, so in essence, and especially being so young and not even conscious enough to understand the gravity of everything, his reaction to seeing his dad for the first time is actually perfect. It’s not overly emotional because it can’t be and it shouldn’t. Instead, you see the pride in his face. The pride and joy a child has when they meet their hero.
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