Richonne Fanfiction Rec #2 Foxissofoxy
Y’all, I cannot express how incredibly thrilling it was to see the love for @lamorenareina in my previous recommendation. Please continue to send her your love, prayers, uplifting vibes, and much‑deserved flowers.
I must confess, I want to keep y’all guessing with who’s next in these posts. It’s been a minute since I’ve enjoyed interacting and engaging in fandom in this way—writing something that didn’t strictly involve curriculum.
Wait—can’t forget the obligatory PSA: As before, minor spoilers, major feelings, and language that is absolutely NSFW abound in the proceeding.
We’re going down the emotionally unhinged rabbit hole that is @foxissofoxy
Oh yeah—I bit off WAY more than I could chew with this one. Suffice it to say, after my initial draft of this post, I had to take a meclizine and lie down like a Southern Belle with a case of the vapors or a Yankee with a severe case of ageda.
Shit, I had a straight‑up patatú. (It’s one of those essential Puerto Rican words—and quite apt. For reals.)
Okay, so back to Foxissofoxy.
For those unfamiliar with her writing, you’re in for a hell of a trip (and I don’t just mean that figuratively).
I came upon her stories under another author’s favorites, and, like all previous authors, I started at the beginning. As I went from one story to the next, it was like stepping into a David Lynch production (Twin Peaks) colliding with a Tyler Perry Madea movie. Surreal yet visceral; outlandish and still… familiar. And most of all—addictive.
Her themes run the gamut from daytime‑soap melodrama to Southern Gothic thriller—imagine a script with the best elements of your favorite soap opera (mine growing up was Days of Our Lives, later General Hospital), the V.C. Andrews sagas (mine was the Dawn series), and the most iconic episodes of The Twilight Zone. I can picture Rod Serling taking a cool, matter‑of‑fact drag of a cigarette as he begins the preface to one of Foxy’s stories.
If @lamorenareina is the poet‑philosopher, Foxy is the unmedicated screenwriter who escaped the writer’s room with a Bible, a bottle of tequila, and a stack of case files.
Her stories are messy, bold, culturally rich, trauma‑aware, and absolutely unforgettable.
And with an extensive bibliography (35 stories deep in the FF.Net vault), there was no way I could structure this post the same way I did my previous one.
Yeah—I’d be writing a 100,000‑word dissertation, and I have a whole list of writers I want to get to.
So instead, I’ve narrowed my focus to two of Foxy’s stories (and two of my personal favorites) that showcase her signature style and her penchant for writing Rick and Michonne with a level of psychological depth that should honestly count as continuing education credits.
Her use of dissociation in the forthcoming examples isn’t just a theme—it’s a narrative engine, a structural device, and a psychological metaphor.
So let’s take a deep dive into the first story: “Til the Casket Drops: REDRUM.”
Imagine Rod Serling and Homicide Hunter Lt. Joe Kenda introducing the opening of this story with their signature delivery as you read the opening lines:
“I murdered my husband. I stabbed him 34 times.”
“Hi. My name is Rick Grimes… I murdered my wife.”
Lt. Joe Kenda: Well, my, my, my.
That’s how this beast begins. It’s the kind of opening that slaps you across the face and dares you to keep reading. From that moment on, Foxy drags you into a world where Michonne is a former lawyer turned mortuary hairstylist, Rick is a former cop turned grave digger, and both are haunted—literally and figuratively—by the ghosts of their pasts.
Granny Mabel (a Foxyland original who appears throughout her works in one incarnation or another) presides over the chaos like a Southern Gothic guardian angel. And the sexual tension between Rick and Michonne is so feral, so palpable, I could feel the heated breath between them on my face.
But REDRUM is more than trauma, humor, and heat. It’s a psychological mystery that immediately made me think of the ensemble slasher‑noir film Identity (2003). If you haven’t seen this film, reading REDRUM will give you the same sensation; the ground beneath your feet is never stable, and every revelation forces you to question what you think you know. Foxy constructs a narrative where Rick and Michonne may not be the Rick and Michonne we assume. Their world feels slightly off‑axis, as if time, memory, and identity have been rearranged by trauma.
The fic invites the reader to wonder whether we’re witnessing a parallel universe, a shared delusion, a dissociative break, or simply the world as it appears through the fractured lens of two deeply damaged people.
Foxy never answers outright—and that ambiguity is the point.
REDRUM becomes a Southern Gothic psychological horror wrapped in a Richonne romance: dark, hilarious, unsettling, and profoundly human. Rick and Michonne are mirrors here—two killers, two survivors, two people who see the worst in themselves and still choose each other.
And of course it’s un‑fucking‑finished.
Screams and then takes a drag from Rod Serling’s cigarette.
Oh, and never you mind, REDRUM is a mere ficlet compared to the next one.
Let’s continue the proverbial plunge toward Foxy’s next story.
If REDRUM is her chaotic masterpiece, then “All I Need” is her magnum opus of trauma and mental illness. This story is long (60 chapters, y’all). It’s layered, deeply character‑driven, and opens with a deceptively simple exchange:
“Eight bags of potato chips and three two‑liter bottles of soda pop… ‘All I need.’”
Beneath that deceptively mundane encounter between Rick and Hershel (Note: both REDRUM and All I Need are AUs) lies a psychological portrait of an individual carrying the weight of a deeply traumatic experience. Likewise, Michonne in this fic is a revelation—her dissociative manifestations, the result of her own horrendous trauma, further shaped by generational superstition, are a case study to behold.
Her family—Granny, Uncle Charlie, and the entire Foxyland clan—feel like they stepped out of a Zora Neale Hurston novel. They carry the same folkloric weight and cultural specificity rooted in oral tradition, shaped by community memory, full of humor, superstition, and the kind of lived‑in Southern wisdom that feels both ancient and familiar. They are not caricatures; they are cultural architecture, grounding the story in a Black Southern lineage that feels authentic, textured, and deeply human.
Rick, by contrast, is quiet, avoidant, hypervigilant, emotionally suppressed, and lonely in a way that aches. He is seemingly drawn to Michonne not by choice but by something that feels like fate. Their “first meeting” on the airplane is one of the strongest and most compelling opening sequences between Rick and Michonne in Foxy’s entire bibliography; awkward, hilarious, tense, intimate, and charged with the kind of chemistry that feels predestined.
“All I Need” is a story about trauma, yes, but it is also about healing, choice, and the slow, tender work of becoming someone who can be loved.
Seriously, I haven’t done All I Need enough justice. It is ambitious and substantive. Not only are Rick and Michonne incredibly layered and developed, but so is every single supporting character in this epic ensemble. Y’all don’t understand how difficult it is for me to keep things vague while not revealing any more specifics of the plot and cast of characters in this epic.
These two fics are representative of one of Foxy’s signature trademarks: nonlinear, psychologically disorienting storytelling.
“All I Need,” a story in which identity itself becomes a puzzle, is maybe “less” non‑linear (less Foxy non‑linear, not normal less‑non‑linear);
…feels another patatú coming on…
Yet grounded in dissociation, generational trauma, Southern Gothic realism, and richly drawn characters who feel like they’ve lived entire lives before stepping onto the page.
One story presents Richonne as mirrors in madness; the other presents them as two souls pulled together by fate. Both are masterclasses in trauma representation, mental illness depiction, cultural specificity, nonlinear storytelling, and character‑driven romance. Foxy writes like someone who understands that love is not always soft—sometimes it’s the thang that drags you back from the edge.
What I love most about Foxy’s stories: The endgame is always 100% Richonne.
If you want Richonne fics that are bold, messy, brilliant, culturally rich, psychologically complex, and absolutely unforgettable, then Foxissofoxy is your girl. “Til the Casket Drops: REDRUM” and “All I Need” are not just mere works of fanfiction—they’re experiences. They’re the kind of stories that stay with you long after you close the tab.
And before I close, I would be remiss not to mention two additional hallmarks of Foxy’s signature storytelling that truly set her apart in this fandom. Beyond her meandering narrative, psychological labyrinths, and Southern Gothic atmospheres, Foxy is one of the few Richonne writers who consistently centers characters who are neurodivergent, disabled, or otherwise “other‑abled” without ever reducing them to tropes. From canon characters—Eugene, Carl, Andre—to her Foxyland OCs, these characters are written with realistic depth. They exist not as side notes, but as fully realized people whose lives shape the emotional landscape of the story.
And then there’s her treatment of infidelity—a theme present in 99% of her works. Most Richonne writers keep infidelity locked safely inside the Lori/Shane box, filtered through Rick’s betrayal and grief.
She does something far more intriguing, compelling, and frankly brave: she explores infidelity through Rick and Michonne themselves. She refuses to sanitize them. She refuses to flatten them into moral absolutes. Instead, she leans into the messy, uncomfortable truth that desire, trauma, loneliness, and human frailty don’t always align neatly with fandom expectations.
In Foxy’s hands, infidelity isn’t just a plot device or a simple means to an end; it’s a psychological fault line, a mirror held up to two people who are trying (and often failing) to outrun the versions of themselves they fear most.
And it’s one of the many reasons her work lingers in your psyche.
I love reading author notes and getting insight into their process, mindsets, and motivation. Foxy often self‑deprecatingly refers to her works as “nonsense.”
¡QUIERO MÁS, COÑO! Stomps foot.
In all seriousness though: I know all you wonderful writers have priorities and commitments outside of fandom. Thank you, @foxissofoxy, for sharing your distinctive brilliance. Thank you for triggering me with your themes—they made me laugh, cry, and most of all, made me feel seen.
Works by Foxissofoxy @ FF.Net: https://www.fanfiction.net/u/7923962/Foxissofoxy
