You Didn’t Hear it From Me by @twriter12
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“You missed one,” Michonne said to Judith who stood before the mirror determined to dress for bed without help. At the moment, she was having a hard time with the buttons on her pajama top. “Want me to help?”
“I can do it by myself,” Judith said as he turned her body away from Michonne.
Michonne sat on Judith’s bedroom floor and propped her elbow on Judith’s small toddler bed, custom-made for her thanks to David, a resident at The Kingdom. In the previous life, he was a furniture maker. He engraved the headboard with her name, a sheriff’s hat, and a pair of cowboy boots.
Michonne looked around the room. She dedicated herself to decorating the perfect room for Judith. She painted the walls a pale yellow. The curtains and matching quilt were sewn with butterfly designs. There was a large sketch of Carl hanging on the wall. That damn Jadis — Anne or whatever — was good for something. The first six months after the war she mostly stayed with Judith to give her some stability. She lost her brother and her dad was leading the alliance of the communities not only for the sake of Carl’s vision but because she once urged him to do so.
She looked over at Judith when heard a grunt. Judith held her head down, her blonde hair falling around her face. All Michonne could see was her little tongue sticking out of her mouth, she was focused.
“Sure you don’t need help? It’s okay to ask for help,” Michonne said gently.
“I did it. See.” She pulled the tail of the shirt to show each button in its appropriate hole.
“Yes, you did. Good job,” she said. She held her hand up for a high-five. “Time to brush your teeth,” Michonne said.
Before she could stand, Judith ran out the bedroom door. By the time Michonne made it to the hallway bathroom, Judith was standing on her step stool. She stopped at the threshold and watched. With Judith’s self-sufficient spirit, it felt like having a living piece of Carl around the house. It didn’t matter what Rick said about her paternity; she had the Grimes spirit running through her veins.
After an argument over not being able to stay up to wait on her dad and settling for two bedtime stories as an alternative, Judith finally fell asleep which gave Michonne time to pick up the house and get ready herself ready for bed so she could focus on Rick when he arrived. He was determined to get that bridge finished, and he led from the front — always doing a little more than everyone else.
When getting dressed for bed she slipped on the gown he liked the most - the tight white mini slip with the black lace around the bottom. The cotton material was so thin you could practically see through it, which made Rick happy because seeing her areolas through the material turned him into a horny teenager.
She sat on the couch, back against the arm of the couch and her feet up listening to soft music when he arrived. She always waited up for him; she couldn’t sleep if she tried knowing he was out there.
“Wow, look at you,” he said in awe. He leaned down to kiss her and his hand briefly squeezed her knee before sliding down to rest against the soft flesh of her inner thigh. But when she pulled at him he broke the kiss and pulled away. “I’m disgusting. Shower. Come up. Some things I need to tell you.”
While he was in the shower she took his clothes downstairs to the laundry room and when she returned, he told her about the setbacks: the Saviors, Daryl’s fight, and Aaron’s arm. He talked up Enid’s skills under pressure, which made her think of Carl and how proud he’d be. Honestly, she never needed a reason to think about him. He was always on her mind.
They climbed into bed, the lamp on his side of the bed emitted just enough light to see each other.
“It wasn’t all bad,” he said.
“Good. Tell me something good,” she said as she lay her head on one side of his chest and her hand on the other side, their usual positions when they lay in bed and talked. Telling each other about their day went back the prison when their days were mostly the same; they liked talking to each other. Not to mention she loved the sound of his voice.
He grabbed her hand and chuckled. “That tickles,” he said.
She hadn’t realized she was running her fingers over his chest. Her hands had a mind of their own when they touched his body. She draped her leg over him. She ran her fingers through his beard. Occasionally she would scratch, she swore she heard him purr.
“You didn’t hear it from me,” he said conspiratorially.
“Okay,” she said. She smirked because she heard everything from him. She loved when Rick gossiped almost as much as he did. It was a joy to watch his face light up like a kid at Christmas.
“Ezekiel asked Carol to marry him,” Rick said.
“What?” She lifted her head. “What did she say?”
“I’m pretty sure she said yes.” He grazed the skin of her back with his fingertips and she did some purring of her own.
“How do you know? Did she tell you?” She sounded doubtful. Rick
“Did he get on one knee and give a speech? I bet he gave a speech.”
“No. No speech but I saw her put the ring on her finger and look at it with this big ass smile on her face. She was happy and so was he.”
He was great at seeing danger and reading this new world, but in affairs of the heart and other social interactions, sometimes Rick put his own twist on things and mixed in what he wanted to see with what happened. But that’s what made his gossip so good; he was a gifted storyteller.
“Good for her. Ezekiel is a good man. Too cheesy for me, but he’s good for her.”
“Yeah. After everything she’s been through, she deserves someone like him. But listen, that’s not all. Jerry and Nabila came out of the same tent and she was fixing his shirt and they kissed.”
“You said they’d make a good couple,” she said. She remembered when he first mentioned it; she thought he was nuts.
“I haven’t figured it out yet, but Eugene has a little more pep in his step too.” He laughed.
“Stop it,” Michonne said with something between a laugh and a groan. Eugene’s O-face wasn’t something she wanted in her mind. She looked up at him and smiled. She loved hearing his laughter. He laughed with his entire body. His eyes widened, his shoulders moved up and down. After everything they had been through, seeing him happy was as beautiful as life itself.
“I’m not joking. Everyone is coupling up. It’s nice,” he said as he squeezed her tighter. “But they’re not us, though.”
She laughed. “Rick, it’s not a competition.”
“You’re right. It’s not. Not even close.” His ran his hand up and down her thigh still draped over him.
She kissed his chest. “That’s not what I meant.” She looked up at him. “What about Anne and Gabriel?”
He frowned. “What about them?”
Michonne giggled. “Nothing. Go to sleep.”
“I haven’t seen you for two days. Whose sleeping?” He pulled on her leg until she got the picture and straddled him.
“Oh, I’m putting in the work tonight, huh?” She hovered over him, her hands on either side of his head while his hands ran up her thighs before settling on her hips.
“I’ve dealt with Daryl and Saviors, and Tara,” he said as he rolled his eyes and fought back a smile as he looked up at her.
She knew he adored Tara since their first fist bump though he probably never told her.
“You’re right.” She lay flat on top of him. Her body already with a mind of its own as she began to grind against him while she kissed on his neck.
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