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No More Regrets [Rick & Michonne]

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Michonne looked into his eyes as he asked her to make that promise. She knew that's what she wanted, to be able to move on and forget about the past. The only tricky part was if she was capable to keep that promise.

But as with many things these days, she had to take a risk, make a leap of faith. She smiled softly and kissed his cheek.

"I promise," she whispered, pulling away. "I'll see you tomorrow, alright?"

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Rick's hand slipped from hers. "Tomorrow." He let out a content sigh and gave her a soft smile. "Goodnight, sweetheart." His lips twitched a little at the slip, but he knew it was only fitting. He watched as she slipped from the cell. He moved and slowly let the sheet drop and started to ready himself for bed. He peeked in on Judith, smirking as he watched her suck her thumb. She reminded him more and more of Lori lately, and his eyes swung toward the heavens. She would want this for him. For Judith. For Carl. She wanted him to be happy, and he'd have no regrets moving forward toward building something with Michonne. She was exactly what he needed in the here. And the now. He crawled into bed and laid down under the blankets and settled into a peaceful night's sleep.

[xshitxhappens]

Fix You [Rick & Shane]

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Shane held up his hands off his hips as Rick made the decision for them. He wasn’t about to argue; it wouldn’t do him any good anyway and he was trying to be more open to Rick’s leadership and opinions than he had been before. In other words, Shane was beginning to learn how to shut his goddamn mouth! “Yeah, yeah, alrigh’ ya got a point. Sure could get through some tigh’ spots.” He just had to acquiesce to Rick’s requests of him and behave himself.

Shane could see that Rick was getting more upset by the minute and he waved everybody off, including Rick. It was a gesture meant to tell Rick to nevermind the questioning of his rule, his decisions and telling the rest of them to just shut up too and let Rick think. He’d made his decision and that was fine with Shane. Shane didn’t agree with him but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t follow him. They’d settled that already, before.

Maggie and Glenn got in the Hyundai with him as Rick secured everyone else in the vehicle with himself and Hershel. It was only a few more moments as they consolidated and packed up whatever little they could find. They didn’t have much. The farm being overrun had been a surprise and left all of them unprepared. “Yeah, I think we’re good t’go, brother.” Shane hangs an arm over the door to the Hyundai as he looks interstate to Rick at the SUV. “Gotta…” Shane acknowledged. “See ya on the road, man.” He said before hopping into the driver’s seat and turning the engine over all the while watching Rick get into the Suburban and doing the same.

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Rick felt uneasy. Every direction felt wrong but west was the one they chose. And west is where they were headed. There was no conversation in the SUV, and that only heightened his anxiety. He glanced around at Lori, who met his eyes with what she had hoped was reassurance, but was filled with sheer terror. He let his hand slip from the wheel to grasp her hand. He felt her fingers entwine with his and give a squeeze. They'd find a way to beat this. It was maddening, but it had to be done. She could be his rock steady foundation. He just had to let it all go and let her. He'd always said the baby was his. That he'd claim the baby even if it wasn't, but in the back of his mind, he knew. There was no way it was his. But it didn't matter. The three of them would protect this child together and make it work. They had no other choice. He glanced up in the rearview mirror at Hershel. He gave him a nod. "We'll get through this." They had to.  They drove for about two hours before pulling off the side of the road. Daryl, along with Carol, had circled back twenty minutes before and informed them of a subdivision just five miles up the road and it was gated.  He cut the engine. "Best chance we got." He had climbed out of the SUV, and his eyes locked on Shane's. "What do you think?"

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Nightmares All Alone || Rick and Bobby

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Make no mistake, by Bobby being fairly rough where Rick was concerned, she was sealing her fate to be on the receiving end of some of Rick’s lesser emotions. She hadn’t meant to upset him but it was a bit of a challenge for her, all of this now and the least of her worries should have been Rick’s mental status and frame of mind. “I didn’t mean…” She shook her head, sighed, turning to leave and go do exactly what she said she would do and help Daryl with their stuff.

Rick’s arm reached out for her and his hand closed around her arm, stopping her abruptly in her tracks. “Hey!” She said, rather loudly before looking back at him with fire in her eyes. “What more is there to talk ‘bout, Rick? I said everythin’ I gotta say.” His hand quickly let go of her and he was pleading his case, talking about how Carl was his kid and that’s what they were talking about. He wasn’t just some member of the group; Carl was Rick’s son. “I know, Rick…I know he’s your boy.”

Her earthy and grounded eyes softened quite a bit, abruptly as he asked her to place herself there in his boots, in his place. Rick wanted her to try and put herself where he was with a child, if Carl were her boy, her blood. “I…Jesus, I’m sorry…” Her right hand came to her head and she rubbed out the tension between her eyebrows and her hairline. “I just been tryin’ to stay strong here…for everybody, for you, too. Believe it or not…” Her eyes opened again after the tension relief treatment, looking back to the boy in the vehicle before returning to Rick. “I love him, Rick. I do…and I always wanted to be a mother myself. I know what that feels like, the maternal part o’ me that wants to hide and protect. I get it.”

She smiles softly, a gentle hand resting over his shoulder. “As long as he’s in my care, he is my son. And I’d die to make sure he gets back to his dad…alright?”

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Rick's lip quivered ever so slightly. He just needed her to get it, to understand it. His son meant everything. Without him, Rick wasn't sure he'd go on living. A bullet straight to the brain. He couldn't live in that kind of pain. How Carol did it was beyond him. He couldn't fathom it. He rocked back on his heels, taking his head in his hands and bending at the emotion that dared creep into his tone. "I'm gonna hold you to that."  He managed a few quick breaths, and he turned on his heels and moved to make sure his plans were followed to the letter. Everything had to be in place when they rolled out. Nothing could go wrong. His final glance had been passed the woman and into the car that held his son. He'd never trusted anyone like that. Not even Lori. Not Shane. She had his heart, and he was scared it wasn't going to come back in one piece.

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I know I been a flake, but I'm back with replies. I hope you all like them. <3 

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No More Regrets [Rick & Michonne]

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Michonne let him kiss her, returning it softly as the possibilities ran through her mind. They could be something. They could make this work. Being with him was what she wanted. She wanted to love him and be loved, to help him with Carl and Judith, and to have someone to spend the remainder of her life with.

"I want this as much as you do," she said, holding onto his hands. She looked down at them, wishing that she never had to let go. He was all she needed now.

"It's late, Rick," Michonne said after a few moments. "I think we should both get some rest and let this all sink in by morning."

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Rick heard her soft plea for space, and he was never one to deny that to anyone. Least of all her. He searched her eyes. "Can you promise me something?" His fingers tightened in hers as he kept his focus on the here and the now. He shuddered slightly at the possibility of her leaving his cell and never returning in a moment of complete, sincere vulnerability. He always wanted her to be like this with him. His hand twitched as he slowly extricated his fingers from hers. He whispered, "No more regrets."

[thebaldsunshine]

The Walking Dead Episodes

2.12 Better Angels

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i kinda love this

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Rick Grimes Picture of the Week: July 19 - July 26

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twd meme: nine episodes → 18 miles out (1/9)

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No More Regrets [Rick & Michonne]

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When he pulled her against him, Michonne stayed there, her head resting against his chest. She wanted this with him, and his assurance made her feel relieved. He was telling her that he wanted this with her as well, and nothing had felt better to her.

"I just don't know how you want to do things," she said quietly, keeping herself close to him. "I'm not good with relationships, either, but I want to try this with you."

Her hands moved over his arms as she looked up at him. Taking things slow would be the best approach, but who knew if they could? What if something happened to one of them, and the other was left with regrets and thoughts of what could have been? She didn't want to miss out on anything this relationship could bring.

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Rick's body trembled. "I'm not good at them either." He never had been. Not with Lori. He knew that even knowing all that he knew now that wouldn't likely change, but Michonne was different. He and Lori had just grown too far apart. He could make this work. He just had to learn from his mistakes. He swallowed back the lump that formed in his throat as he thought of his failed marriage, of his short comings. "You'd have to be patient..."

He searched her eyes then as her fingers moved along his skin. He tightened his grip on her hips and stepped just a bit closer. His lips ached to feel hers again. He leaned forward, catching her lips in a gentle kiss. "Because I want this to work. I do, Michonne." 

His hand raised slowly, cupping her cheek. "If you do..."

[grimeylady]

We Are The Walking Dead

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No More Regrets [Rick & Michonne]

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Michonne knew by the way he pulled her closer that he really wanted her. There was something that told her that there would be no one time fling or just something to pass the time. It was obvious that both of them wanted something deeper, more meaningful, and she was willing to try. She'd avoided getting close to people for so long that she forgot how rewarding relationships with others were.

When he kissed her again, she allowed him to deepen the kiss. Her body instinctively moved to be as close as possible to him, and her arms held onto him tightly, almost as if she was afraid that he'd disappear. She ran her fingers through his hair on the back of his head, clutching at him like she was trying to keep him there.

Then, after a moment, a tidal wave of emotions swelled in her chest. There was an overwhelming feeling of grief that made her feel as if she were going to fall apart. There was also an almost giddy feeling, probably from just being close to Rick. She'd allowed herself to feel for him, and it opened up old wounds, whose pain she'd been able to ignore before. With this surge of different feelings, she didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

Her hands moved down to hold onto his. The last thing she wanted was for him to think that she was having second thoughts about wanting to be with him. That was far from the truth. Everything had just happened so suddenly, that she needed time to figure it out.

"I'm sorry," Michonne said quietly, looking up at him. She managed a small smile to tell him that everything would be okay. "It's just a lot to process right now."

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He felt the shift in her mood. Terror pricked at his skin, but at her gentle reassurance, he relaxed considerably. "Yes." He squeezed her hand, intent to hold the moment as long as possibly. The memory of her lips on his and her body pressed to his had him shaken. He searched her eyes. He had learned the hard way that bottling it all up inside did too much damage, and he vowed it wouldn't happen again if given the chance to keep from it. "I'm not perfect. In fact, I suck at relationships. Just ask Carl," he insisted softly. "But this...we're not a game." He needed her to know that once they'd taken that step, he was in it for the long haul.  His lips twitched slightly before he crushed her toned frame against him once more. "You're special to us here. To my kids. To me."

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Nightmares All Alone || Rick and Bobby

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As Bobby noticed Rick, her question was forgotten by a new one posed from his own mouth. Only it wasn’t a question, it was more of a demand; Rick wanted to know that Bobby would take care of his son as if he was her own. He wanted to know that Carl would be safe with Bobby. Like Bobby couldn’t handle it. “I don’t know what I ever did to you to make you think I would allow a child to be hurt, but I can assure you right now I wouldn’t allow Carl to be injured or worse on my watch. I would die for anybody here if I had to. I’m not afraid of it…I just don’t wanna end up an undead cannibal.” Her jaw was tight and her teeth set together briefly after the initial outburst. “We’ve had our differences but I thought you would have known me better than that…after all this time. If you don’t trust me then that’s something you need to deal with but that doesn’t mean I’m gon’ let some kid die, a kid that I’ve come to care quite a bit ‘bout. There was a time I wouldn’t even have dignified that goddamned comment with a response…”

Bobby’s chocolate spheres lingered on the shadow of Carl through the tinted back window of the hatchback. He was pretending not to listen but the brunette knew he could hear the two of them out there, drawing all sorts of attention to themselves and Carl himself. She was angry with Rick; not for any of the old wounds that she’d begun to get over and move past, but for the fact that because of those differences and those issues they’d had with one another, Rick didn’t trust her with his kid. Another part of the reason she was so up in arms was because he treated his son like he wasn’t capable of protecting himself; Shane and Lori and Bobby, Hell, everyone had taught Carl what they knew about protecting himself and the others in the group. He was more versed in survival than most kids would ever have been at that age, or need to be. Sure, he was still a kid but Carl was a capable smart kid.

“I will. I told you I will. So, unless your trust issues with me are making you have second thoughts about Carl’s placement in my care, in my vehicle, then I suggest you leave me and Carl to it. We’ll be fine…worry about yourself.” Bobby knew it was a harsh tack to take with the man who was already so emotionally and mentally unstable but she didn’t know what else to do or what else to say. Bobby wasn’t a callous uncaring individual and she certainly wouldn’t hurt a child. She’d been a nurse for heaven sake before all this had happened! She helped people for a living and more than that, it was in her blood. “Ya know what…do what ya want, Rick. While you’re decidin’ what it is ya wanna do I’m gon’ go help Daryl pack up the rest of what lil shit we got left.”

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Rick let her words pierce his heart and let out a soft growl. "Don't you even..." He shook his head. There was no way she couldn't understand that this wasn't just the group. This was rick's son. His flesh and blood. He reached out for her arm. "Carol's more than capable of helping Daryl. As are the others. We're not finished here." His cold blue eyes locked on her melted chocolate ones. "This is about my kid, Bobby. My kid." He pressed his fingers into his chest. "Can't you put yourself here in my boots. If even for a second? I'm asking about my kid...my blood..." His voice wavered.

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And finally Rick cooperates. I am so excited to be back on Rick. *dances* I have to say that No More Regrets is really giving me serious feels, katana-wielding-michonne! 

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New Faces -- Lorick with xshitxhappens

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"Thanks," Lori said distractedly, hands moving on auto pilot to clean up the stain like her mother had taught her. Blot, don’t scrub. Hot water just makes it run and set in.

She looked up after a moment to the boy standing nervously in the doorway. He was actually pretty handsome, even if he had bumped into her. At least he had stuck around to help her; she couldn’t say most of the other neanderthals out in the living room would do the same. 

"I’m Lori, by the way," she smiled before neatly folding the towel on the edge of the sink. "Who are you here with, anyway?"

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Rick fidgeted from one to the other. He'd never been any good in social situations. Hell. He had never had any game with girls. That was Shane's department. He always got saddled with whatever girl Shane's date happened to drum up for him, so the fact that he'd met this one on his own, even if he had knocked into her and spilled his beer all over her, was damn near making him want to at least try and make a better impression.

"What? Oh. You mean at the party?" He shook his head then and felt a blush color his cheeks. "No one. Came stag tonight. Apparently you're supposed to have more fun that way or something. Or so I heard." He gave a nervous chuckle and leaned against the door frame as someone jostled into him, holding his junk and looking about ready to bust a gasket.

He chuckled again and shook his head as he motioned for Lori to follow him so that the boy could get inside and get his business done. "I'm Rick. Rick Grimes. You go to school here?" He didn't live on campus. He and Shane drove into the city to classes Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, but a friend of Shane's had insisted they come to this party.

And he had to say that meeting her was the highlight of the party so far. He could only hope he didn't screw it up further.