La Richonneuse

[importantcatpics]

[gailynovelry]

The fastest way to accomplish The Project is to cease being afraid of The Project. The Project cannot maim you. The Project cannot kill you. The Project is more afraid of you than you are of it. It is okay if The Project turns out differently from how it was in your head, and it is okay if it has flaws. You are capable of engaging with The Project.

[missingthemantaray]

sydcarmy

[30brendita]

This also fits Richonne 😌

[kymiekat]

💯💯

[simply-abby]

I know I said my last edit was going to be my *last*... but I love Richonne way too much. 🤭❤️

Thank you all for the love on my last post 🥰🫶🏽.

I hope you enjoy this one,

#richonneforever

[dillie60]

Story: We Will Be Found

NEW CHAPTER #14

By TaerryGrimes

[pumpksteer]

[tastefulnood42]

Richonne Fic Recs Master List

1. LaMorenaReina

2. FoxIsSoFoxy

3. Twriter12

4. BluePrintOfYourPast

My Richonne Spotify Playlist

Original post here. Please DM me with suggested songs in any language and I will add them to the playlist.

[dillie60]

Story: We Will Be Found

NEW CHAPTER #14

By TaerryGrimes

[1girl1blog]

new fic! (first time together, exhibitionism)

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

set kind of ambiguously during those two weeks in alexandria after the wall- rick walks in on mich getting herself off! and we all know what ensues. definitely more dominant rick for this one! i hope you guys enjoy 💗 thank you all so so so much! im so sorry, this one took me forever for some reason. so much love to u guys 💗💗💗

[richonnnefan]

Chapter 11

Michonne paced back and forth across the room, realizing that Rick had no intention of changing his mind. "I can't believe this," she muttered, desperately trying to keep her voice down so as not to attract the walkers. Meanwhile, Rick kept staring at the CRM device, seriously contemplating pressing it. He didn't even look up until Michonne snatched the device from his hands. This startled Rick, who watched as Michonne tried to smash the device with her bare hands, careful not to make any sound. Rick stepped toward her and tried to grab it back after asking for it, but she refused. In the struggle to pull it away, the device dropped to the floor, and Rick accidentally stepped on it, crushing it completely.

Their eyes met, then shifted down to the broken device on the floor. "Good," Rick said. "That’s what you wanted, isn’t it? Now, who's going to come and get us out of here?"She looked at him and said, "We will get out on our own. We’ve faced far more dangerous things. Together, we can, Rick..." Before she could finish her sentence, gunshots rang out. They instantly dropped to the ground in a defensive position, scrambling behind the sofa. They sat in absolute silence until the gunfire and the screams of someone outside finally faded away. They remained tense in that position until exhaustion took over, and they inadvertently fell asleep.Michonne woke up before Rick as the early morning light began to break. She woke him up and whispered that it was completely quiet outside. They stood up and cautiously headed toward the door to check if the path was clear—and it was. There wasn't a single sound from any walkers.Then, Rick heard Michonne calling his name. She was standing in front of a large window. He walked over to her and followed her gaze outside. Their helicopter was completely destroyed. Rick stared at the wreckage, realizing that if they had stayed behind like he wanted—waiting for the pilot to fix it or regain control—they would both be dead right now.

Michonne said to him, "Now, there's no reason to go back. We are dead in their eyes, aren't we?" Rick remained silent. Michonne called his name, snapping him out of his daze. "Aren't we?"Rick looked at her and said, "No. No, you are going back home... I am going back to the CRM."Michonne stood frozen in silence for a moment, closing her eyes in an attempt to process what he had just said, but she had finally had enough. She looked at him and said, "Fine! Go to the place where you belong. I can't believe this. After all of this... after I told you about our son, and we finally managed to survive and escape from them. We have a perfect excuse now—everyone will think we are dead.

After all of this, you still want to go back to them, don't you?" She asked. Rick stepped closer, trying to explain his position, but Michonne shoved him away and said, "Don't touch me." She turned around and found a large knife and a wooden staff. Walking toward the door, she paused for a brief moment, hoping deep down that he would stop her so they could leave together. But it was no use. She opened the door and walked out, leaving him behind. Rick remained in the room as a heavy silence filled the air. Michonne’s words felt like a slap to the face, snapping him out of his delusions. He was breathing heavily, as if the oxygen had been completely sucked out of the room. Determined, Rick stepped toward the door, threw it open, and set off to find Michonne before she could get any further away.Meanwhile, Michonne was fighting off a few walkers, killing them with ease. She was furious, taking all her anger out on them. Just as she finished off the group, she heard hurried footsteps rushing toward her. She spun around instantly, knife in hand. If Rick hadn’t caught her arm in time, he would have been a dead man. Michonne was shocked to see him, and her grip softened.Rick stared at her, a smirk forming on his face. "Oh... I was about to die. Are you that mad at me?"Michonne replied, "If I wanted to get rid of you, I would have done it back in that room."They exchanged a brief smile until a massive explosion shook the entire building. Rick instinctively dove on top of Michonne to shield her, holding her close until everything finally settled down. Rick stood up and helped Michonne to her feet. They hurried toward the outer gate, only to find it swarming with walkers. They had no weapons left—even Michonne’s knife had slipped from her hand during the explosion.

They had no choice but to hide in another room until things settled down, and that’s exactly what they did. They slipped into a nearby room, shut the door, and shoved a sofa against it.Once they caught their breath, Michonne looked at him and said, "It was them... that helicopter belonged to that organization."Rick nodded, breathing heavily. "Yeah. They do that to erase any trace of their existence.""Bastards," Michonne muttered. "But on the bright side, this works in our favor. We are dead to them now. We can finally go home."Rick stepped closer to her, his voice strained. "Yeah... we will. I can't believe I was such a fool to let you walk out of that door alone."Michonne walked up to him, her expression softening. "It's okay. What matters is that you came." She smiled faintly and added, "Better late than never.

Rick cut her words off with a kiss, and Michonne kissed him back. They shared a passionate, deep kiss. Rick lifted Michonne as she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling her even closer to him as they headed toward the bed. Rick climbed over her, and they took off their clothes, making love in complete tranquility.After they were done, they lay there naked, a bedsheet covering most of their bodies. Rick held Michonne from behind, kissing her back and shoulders. "I missed you so much," he whispered. "So, so much." Michonne held his hands, which were wrapped around her waist, and replied, "I missed you too."Suddenly, Michonne startled out of bed, giving a fright to Rick, who anxiously asked why she had jumped up so suddenly. She walked over to the bag she had been carrying, took something out, and came back to him. She sat down close to him as Rick adjusted his position, wondering what was happening."I did this a while ago," she said, "but I never had the chance to give it to you."Rick wondered to himself what she was talking about, but he was completely taken aback when she handed him a phone with an image of a young boy etched onto it.

Michonne placed the phone in Rick’s hand, her eyes welling with tears. "This is our son, RJ," she whispered. "When I was out there, I met a Japanese man who etches drawings onto phones. I asked him to engrave a picture of our son." She then pulled out another phone, this one etched with portraits of Judith and Carl.She looked at Rick, who was already crying, completely overwhelmed with emotion. "Our kids..." Rick stammered, a bittersweet laugh breaking through his tears. "They've grown so much." Choking on his tears, he added, "I missed them... I was almost forgetting what they looked like. Thank you, Michonne. Thank you."He leaned in and wrapped his arms around her tightly, and she held him just as close. When they finally broke the embrace, Rick looked down at the etched phones again, a profound happiness washing over him. He looked at Michonne and said, "I can't wait to see our kids again... after all this time.

[richonnelover05]

Chapter 10 of my RICHONNE Fic Redevelopment Dreams and Lake Lanier Nightmares is up!!

Redevelopment Dreams and Lake Lanier Nightmares Chapter 10-Let Me Know If You Want the R, a walking dead fanfic | FanFiction

[blacklitchick]

Lazy Sunday

Michonne couldn’t remember when she last had a lazy Sunday morning—at least, she thought it was Sunday morning—the days seemed to run together since she and Rick made it back home. It was barely 5:00 a.m.; the sky hadn’t fully awakened. A dusting of stars still littered the sky. The pitter-patter of a light rain had started an hour earlier; the curtains blew in the breeze from the open window. She’d been awake for a while, enjoying the quiet and the man sleeping beside her with his head on her chest.

She ran a hand through his curls. He stirred slightly, then snuggled even deeper into her arms. Lately, that had been his favorite position to sleep in. They always started the night spooned against each other, but somehow, they would end up with his body halfway on top of hers, arms slung around her waist. It was as if he wanted to be as close to her heartbeat as possible to make sure she was still there, still real.

She ran her foot over his leg, admiring his well-toned calf muscles. Her fingernails lightly scratched his bare back. She liked feeling that he was real, too. So many nights when he was gone, she’d woken up feeling for him on his side of the bed only to feel instead the crushing weight of grief when she remembered he wasn’t there and wasn’t coming back - so she thought.  

She knew she’d never have to feel that way again. Because there wouldn’t be another night when they weren’t sleeping next to each other. If it weren’t for the kids, they would probably never leave their bed. 

Lips caressed her chest, then her neck, then her cheek. Michonne smiled at her husband’s morning wake-up routine. It always started with kisses.

She scratched his scalp. “I thought you were sleeping?”

“I was, but my dream ended. Guess it was time for me to wake up."

“I hope good dreams.”

“I'm dreaming about you again. About us in different worlds.” He kissed her shoulder.

“How did we fall in love this time?”

Rick lifted onto his elbow and stared down at his wife. “We were both walking our dogs at a dog park. They became best friends, then we became best friends and fell in love.”

Michonne laughed. “I like that.”

Rick smiled at her laughter, but his face soon turned serious. “All those years we were apart, I dreamed of ways we could have fallen in love if the world didn’t end. But having too much time to think, I wondered if something like my dreams could happen. Would it have been possible for us to meet in Georgia and fall in love?”

“What was your conclusion?”

“That we wouldn’t because you were too glamorous, too cultured. You wouldn’t want a country boy like me.”

Michonne lips downturned into a slight frown. “No, that’s not it. I like to think that what’s meant to be will always be. Somehow, some way, the universe would have conspired for us to be together. With all of our children alive and well. Nothing about what we have can be denied."

Rick shook his head and stared down at Michonne in awe. “How are you so perfect?”

She ran her hand down his beard. “Not perfect. Just perfect for you.”

He moved fully on top of her. “It’s both. You’re perfect, and we’re perfect together,” he said before devouring her lips.

[miffy84]

Michonne has one of those smiles people write songs about

[simply-abby]

My first and probably last edit cause I’m just not about that life frl 😭😭.

But I seen a comment about this song to a Richonne edit and when I listened to it, I just had to do this.

I hope you all like it 🥰❤️

#richonneforever

[richonnnefan]

Chapter 10

In the previous chapter, Michonne had thrown herself and Rick out of the helicopter, which was struggling due to severe weather

As Michonne plunged with Rick into the raging sea, they faced a brutal struggle against the storm-driven waves. Fighting to reach the shore, Michonne cursed herself; her reckless leap had completely ignored the fury of the storm. They were left battling the towering swells, which, by a stroke of luck, began pushing them toward land. In the blinding darkness, they miraculously survived. Clambering out of the sea exhausted, they collapsed onto the wet sand, panting and catching their breath. As they finally stabilized, silence hung between them, broken only by Rick's stunned stares at Michonne. Once they recovered, they spotted a massive building nearby. Standing up simultaneously, their eyes locked, reaching a silent understanding. Together, they headed toward the structure, only to find several walkers blocking their path.

A sizable herd of walkers lunged toward them, forcing them into a fight. Exhausted and completely unarmed, cutting through them seemed impossible. Fortunately, inside a parked car with its doors wide open, they spotted an iron rod. Rick grabbed it, and they pushed forward toward the building. Michonne shoved the walkers to the ground while Rick drove the iron rod through their skulls. Once inside, they encountered only a few more, whom they quickly dispatched before slipping into a room. The moment they stepped inside, they were startled; the room was spotlessly clean, but it was the strange, creaking sound echoing through the house that truly unnerved Rick.

After catching their breath, Rick finally spoke. He approached Michonne as she searched the room. Turning toward his voice, she heard him say, "I can't believe you did that." Knowing exactly what he meant, she replied, "We needed a timeout, and you needed to clear your head." Moving even closer, his voice rising, he said, "I am doing this for us, for our kids, for our friends, Michonne! I don't understand why you're still fighting me on this." Michonne glared at him in anger. "I will not let you go back there. I still can't believe that even after I told you we have a son you’ve never even seen, you're still insists on staying. And Judith too—I’m sure she doesn’t even remember what you look like. And Carl, carrying a burden far too heavy for his age when he was just a boy... I can't believe that after everything I told you, you still say you want to stay."

I don’t even know who you are anymore, or what you’ve become. The Rick I know would take my hand, and we would destroy anyone who dared to harm our family." Michonne reached out, offering her hand to him. Rick desperately wanted to take it, but he hesitated and pulled back. Her eyes filling with obvious sorrow, Michonne let her hand drop. She stepped back, turned toward the adjoining bedroom, and opened a wardrobe inside, finding some clothes. As Michonne began to change out of her wet clothes, Rick sat in silence for a moment before standing up and heading into the room after her.

While Michonne was in her underwear, she felt Rick’s eyes on her. She turned around to find him staring, swallowing hard at the sight of her nearly naked before him. He tried to look away after she turned, but he couldn't. Stepping closer, he gently touched an X-shaped scar on her back. Tracing it with his hand, his voice dropped to a low, fragile whisper as he asked about it. She replied that it happened a long time ago, when a woman she once knew snuck into Alexandria and kidnapped Judith and the other children. With a painful smile, Michonne added, "I was eight months pregnant with Rick Junior." Rick asked if she killed her, and she whispered, "Yes." "Good," he murmured. Seizing the moment, Rick wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a tight embrace from behind.

Michonne closed her eyes, feeling his hands tracing every inch of her body. He began kissing the back of her neck, whispering, "I missed you so much." Stepping back for a brief moment, he shed his suit and clothes down to his underwear. Moving closer again, he turned her around to face him. He gently brushed the stray locks of hair away from her face, leaning in to plant a soft, lingering kiss on her lips, then pulled back slightly to gauge her reaction. Seeing that she wanted him just as much, he pressed his lips against hers, kissing her passionately. Neither of them thought of pulling away until they desperately needed air. Rick lifted her into his arms, Michonne wrapping her legs around his waist as they gazed into each other's eyes. He carried her over to the bed, gently laying her down before climbing over her. He showered her entire body with kisses before returning to her lips.Rick stripped away her remaining underwear while kissing her, then discarded his own, as they surrendered completely to each other.

Michonne woke to the sensation of Rick kissing her shoulders, gently pulling her closer. A smile played on her lips as she thought about what they had shared; it had been far too long. She turned to face him, planting a brief kiss on his lips. Rick looked at her with pure satisfaction and pleasure. "Yeah, you’ve still got it," she smiled playfully. She began to get up to put her clothes on, but Rick pulled her back, whispering for her to stay just like that for a little while longer. She readily gave in, sinking back into his embrace. After a few more rounds to make up for all the lost time, they were suddenly startled by the sound of walkers outside. Jumping up quickly, they scrambled into their clothes and rushed to the door. Peering through the small peephole, Rick saw a crowd of walkers gathering, or more precisely, heading toward the far end of the hallway. They locked eyes. Michonne nodded toward the door, silently asking what was happening out there, but Rick just shrugged, showing he had no idea.

They stepped back from the door and headed toward the room. There, Rick spotted Michonne's CRM device, remembering that he had lost his own in the sea. Michonne followed him, and as she saw him picking up the device, she instantly knew what he was about to do. "Really?" she asked, glaring at him. "After everything that just happened, I thought we were finally past this."

Hey guys, I know the chapter This is a short chapter, I promise. I'll write a longer one tomorrow. Thanks for reading.

[richonnnefan]

Chapter 9

"Here I am," Michonne’s voice rang out with chilling precision. Before Jadis could even react, the cold steel of Michonne's metal rod was pressed hard against her throat. Both Jadis and Rick froze in utter shock; neither had anticipated her stealthy approach. Jadis shot a panicked, wide-eyed look at Rick, silently begging him to intervene before this rogue soldier triggered a domino effect that would destroy everyone they cared about. Rick lunged forward, grabbing the iron rod to halt Michonne's deadly grip. He locked eyes with his furious wife, his expression a desperate plea for her to stand down. Michonne hesitated for a tense, breathless second, her knuckles white, before finally lowering the weapon. Jadis took a step back, massaging her neck as she faced them both. "Oh... so she was this close to breaking our little deal," Jadis muttered with a twisted smile, before turning on her heel and slipping away, leaving the lovers alone.

Rick opened his mouth to berate Michonne for her recklessness, but she cut him off instantly. "What the hell is this 'deal' anyway?! Talk to me, Rick!" Her voice rose, thick with betrayal, before the realization hit her. "Are you trying to smuggle me out of here alone again?!" Rick quickly clamped his hand over her mouth, pleading with his eyes for her to lower her voice. Infuriated, Michonne shoved him away with all her strength, turning her back on him and marching off into the dark. Rick made a move to pursue her, but forced his boots to a halt. They had already drawn far too much attention to themselves for one night.

Michonne went back to her assigned duties, while Rick was officially summoned by Thorne. Rick cursed under his breath; he was utterly furious with Thorne's constant, probing insinuations. He marched toward her, finding her standing with a small group of soldiers. The moment he arrived, Thorne dismissed the squad, leaving the two of them face-to-face in the dim light. Thorne didn't waste any time. "I’m going to be completely blunt and get straight to the point," she said, her eyes drilling into him. "Are you involved with her?" Rick stumbled for a fraction of a second, a flicker of panic washing over him before he masked it with anger. "I don't think that's any of your business. My relationships and my private life have nothing to do with you." Thorne cut him off, her voice dropping into a cold, military steel. "If your relationships cause problems on my missions, then yes, they damn well become my business." Rick’s rage boiled over. "She was just helping! Damn your ego, Thorne—you know as well as I do that if she hadn't stepped in, the entire operation would have been a catastrophic failure.

Thorne’s voice grew even sharper, cutting through the tense air. "I'm talking to Okafor. I'm getting her reassigned and removed from this unit," she barked. Without giving him a chance to respond, she abruptly cut off the conversation, turned her back on him, and marched toward the rest of the squad, who were already preparing for immediate takeoff

Thorne was so furious with Rick that she refused to even board the same helicopter as him, opting for the second chopper instead. This left Rick and Michonne alone in the back of their aircraft, with only the pilot in front. They were flying at a dangerously low altitude due to a massive, violent storm that had suddenly engulfed them. Lightning cracked and thunder roared with such raw power that the entire fuselage vibrated, drenched in sheets of heavy, blinding rain. Rick and Michonne locked eyes, staring at each other in a heavy silence, their expressions a bitter mix of anger and unspoken resentment.The tense standoff was shattered by the pilot's panicked voice over the comms, shouting that the storm had caused a critical system failure. Rick and Michonne gripped their seats as the helicopter violently plunged toward the earth. Michonne shot a glance through the window at the raging ocean churning beneath them, then snapped her head back toward Rick. He saw the fierce calculation in her eyes and knew exactly what she was about to do. Michonne unbuckled her safety harness, reached over to release Rick's, and threw both herself and him out of the open bay door, plunging into the abyss below.

Note: This is a very short chapter, but it's a continuation of the previous one. Let's embark on a new journey! I welcome all your feedback.

[richonnesbitch]

the way rick wouldn't propose to michonne until he could do it properly with a ring and then the second he gets one thats exactly what he does