La Richonneuse

Before I begin, a quick PSA: There will be minor spoilers, major feelings, and language that is absolutely NSFW. Proceed accordingly.

I chose @lamorenareina to kick off this rec series because her stories were the first Richonne fics I devoured back in the of fall 2025 after my summer rewatch binge of TWD and TOWL. The timing was divine. The very moment I decided to prowl the internet to feed my Richonne withdrawal (let’s keep it real—addiction), she had just updated several works on AO3.

As I waded through AO3’s chaotic “Rick Grimes x Michonne” tag (seriously, what is that filter even doing), one author name jumped out at me:

La. Morena. Reina.

A Spanish username meaning “Black Queen”? Oh, I knew I was in the right damn place. I was expecting Richonne love and Michonne love and she delivered both in abundance.

This author spoiled me rotten and set a bar so high that every fic I read afterward had to limbo under it. Her writing is just that damn good.

I’m the kind of psycho who must read an author’s works chronologically—I know. Is it Autism? OCD? Both? Who knows. Who cares. It’s my process.

So I started with her earliest Richonne offerings:

“This New Thing” A smutty one‑shot. Delicious. But I was craving something longer, something I could sink my teeth into.

“Untitled x Rockets” Another short, spicy morsel that absolutely lived up to its name. Let’s just say I may or may not have instigated an incident with my husband after reading it several times. Anyway…

Both pieces were scrumptious amuse‑bouches, but I was still feeling a main course not an entrée.

“And If I Cry Again”, the fic that ruined me.

Where do I even start.

This story is three chapters of lush, poetic, emotionally surgical, profoundly intimate writing that had me in tears. Actual tears. The ugly kind.

It’s a slow, aching meditation on grief, love, and the quiet, devastating ways Rick and Michonne hold each other together after Carl’s death.

As I read and re‑read, I could feel how much this author loves these characters. The prose lingers on gestures, textures, breath, silence—it’s not plot‑driven; it’s emotion‑driven.

And it’s

SO.

DAMN.

GOOD.

Read it. Immediately. NOW!

This woman wrecked me. I mean WRECKED. It took divine intervention to pull me out of the Richonne stupor she put me in. And then she had the audacity—the unmitigated gall—to destroy me again with the next one.

Let me gather myself.

“Because I’m Okay Too”, la hermana (sister) story.

I consider BIOT the sister to IICA. Same author, same emotional intelligence, same devotion to Rick and Michonne, but doing different narrative work.

IICA is a lyrical, intimate novel about two people learning to breathe again after losing their son. BIOT is a rich, expanded, emotionally intelligent retelling of TWD canon; filling in gaps, deepening motivations, and tracing the slow, inevitable gravitational pull between Rick and Michonne.

And yes, it’s unfinished.

And yes, I screamed.

And yes, I am still screaming.

FUCK!

“A Rare Sameness”, the prestige blockbuster.

Shiiiiit.

If IICA and BIOT are emotional ballads, “A Rare Sameness” is the prestige summer blockbuster akin to Michael “My Movies Go Boom” Bey; however, much more elevated, atmospheric, gritty, and character‑driven. Plus, Richonne.

This fic introduces Rick and Michonne at the Atlanta camp, giving us a deeper, more emotionally loaded foundation for their compatibility than the show ever did. It’s cinematic, immersive, sensory‑rich (which I ate up like a plate of mofongo) and it was the spark that ignited my obsession with all things pre‑season 3 Richonne re-imaginings.

Like BIOT, it’s an ensemble piece. But ARS goes further—it gives Rick and Michonne a depth and dimensionality that makes even the best written episodes of the show (and certainly the comics) feel… well… mediocre.

Apart from TOWL Episode 4, of course. Looks sheepishly at Queen Danai.

“A Cowboy, Sheriff, and Lawyer Walk Into A Bar”, the canon divergent wild card.

This one is quite the departure; adult in theme, canon‑divergent, and as the title suggests, a Richonne + 1 situation. It’s not my personal favorite only because I am a Richonne monogamy purist, but if this flavor of romp is your jam, it’s a whole dish.

Final Thoughts (and a Plea)

If you haven’t read this author’s Richonne works, fix that immediately. And while I encourage you to shower her with love, please be gentle—she’s a doctoral student and deserves peace, hydration, and a full 10 hours of sleep.

@lamorenareina, wherever you are, I wish you success, blessings, and health. Your stories—está cabrón. Truly. Thank you for sharing your talent with us while juggling life and a PhD. I am humbled.

And now, allow me one moment of childish petulance:

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE UPDATE “A Rare Sameness” AND “Because I’m Okay Too” SOON stomps foot, I WANT MORE of your "Horny Fandom Shit and Writing" flops dramatically onto fainting couch

DAMN IT. I almost posted this before midnight. >_<

Passes out.

TL;DR: I WILL UPDATE.

You couldn't know when you wrote this how much I needed it. Desperately. I am languishing under the work of my dissertation and it is hard. Writing is hard. Thinking is hard. Locating myself in wider academic discourses among immensely brilliant people is existential. I am on a deadline. I am tired. I am unsure of my words, my thoughts, my feelings.

I try to be circumspect about my personal life online, but to drive home the gift this post is, I will share that my father died last year. And everything, everything, has been arduous. ESPECIALLY writing. I often find myself at a loss for words, even when I need them (a dissertation is just a bunch of fucking words).

But writers know too that not writing is emptying in its own way. So I have been depleted. I have missed writing even as I cannot bring myself to do it.

I got your notification this morning, as I sit before my computer, staring at my dissertation chapter, at a loss for words.

And then here you come, offering a lifeline.

My dissertation is about feeling, about desire, specifically Black women's desires, which are so often subject to dismissal and ridicule. I write about wanting, in ways we can explain and ways we can't, in ways that may be fulfilled and in ways that will be deferred.

And I write about how fandom often becomes the primary space where Black women work through what it means to want and reach for things that are always just out of reach but that may be briefly apprehended.

In that smutty 10K word fic. In the short drabble. In a giggly Tumblr back and forth. In that delicious GIF of a season two Rick in "Nebraska."

It's through desire—even or especially fan desire—that we imagine and build new worlds and come to know ourselves in significant ways. As (black)(women), as people who want things, as people who reach and reach and reach.

I write about how we do that in community with another, and I think about how the act of wanting in community is the work. It's where you/me/we come alive.

Your kind words testify to this work and I am beyond grateful for them. I hold them close. I let them propel me into another kind of work that so often wears me down.

And to those who have read my writing (even privately), commented, left kudos, etc. I hold you dear.

I haven't abandoned those stories, I swear! Let me get this chapter finished.

Rick took a deep breath, exhaled with a long sigh, and turned to look at Michonne. "As you know, after that bridge incident... I thought I was dead. My body was completely paralyzed from the blast. When I finally regained consciousness, I found myself inside a helicopter." He paused for a moment before adding, "Jadis was there."Michonne abruptly stood up, as if her brain was trying to process what she had just heard. "Was it her... all this time?"He nodded slowly. "It was her. She was working for them, trading people for supplies."Michonne clenched her jaw, her voice cold with rage. "Where is she now? I’m going to kill her."Rick placed his hands gently on Michonne’s legs, trying to ground her. "I already tried. I failed." He then continued, "Once I recovered from my injuries, I tried to escape. To get back to you, to Carl, and Judith. But they caught me every single time. The only reason I’m still alive and wasn't executed for trying to run is Okafor—the man who brought you here."Michonne interrupted him sharply, "Yeah, that bastard who dragged me here against my will."Rick shook his head slightly, "They are extremely cautious about anyone who sees them, or even gets close to their perimeter

He looked at her, cupping her face in his hands to bring them closer, eye to eye. "You have no idea," he said. "When Okafor showed me your interview footage from the cameras, I almost completely lost my mind. I couldn't believe it was really you. I was happy and terrified at the same time. It took everything I had to keep myself from breaking down. I couldn't let them know that we knew each other, or they would have gone after our children, our family, and our friends."Rick rested his forehead against hers, and a few tears began to roll down his cheeks. Michonne reached up, wiping away his tears, and said, "Yeah, I know you better than you know yourself, Rick."She kissed his eyes, and he said, "Do you know that when you walked into that office earlier, I was struggling so hard not to step forward, hug you, and kiss you right in front of them? It was so hard."She interrupted him, "You didn't want to take off the mask so I wouldn't see you and blow your cover, right? And to protect the people we love. I know. Besides, I could already feel your eyes piercing right through me." Michonne teased him slightly to lighten the mood, then kissed him again.Rick pulled her closer until she was settled on his lap, facing each other. As he caressed her neck, kissing her here and there, he looked up at her and said, "You’re still so good at that.""At what?" Michonne asked."You already know," he replied, continuing to kiss her. Then he added, "At making all my troubles, my pain, and everything that bothers me completely fade away

Michonne kissed him deeply before pulling back, looking straight into his eyes. "Rick... there’s something I need to tell you."Sensing his sudden tension, she stood up from his lap, walked over to a glass of water, and took a small sip. She offered some to Rick, but he declined, standing up himself and walking over to where she stood.He grabbed her by the shoulders, panic creeping into his voice. "What is it? Tell me. Is everyone okay? Don't lie to me, Michonne."She placed her hands over his on her shoulders, locking her eyes with his. "Everyone is fine, Rick. It’s just..."Rick cut her off, his mind racing. "Just what, Michonne? Just tell me. Is there... is there someone else in your life? Did you fall in love with someone else?"Michonne frowned, staring at him in disbelief. "Really, Rick? If I had loved someone else, do you think I’d be standing here right now?"Rick closed his eyes tightly, silently cursing his stupid thoughts. But in his defense, he couldn't help it—Michonne was a beautiful, powerful woman; anyone would fall in love with her.Before he could speak, Michonne interrupted his thoughts. "We have another son, Rick."Rick stared at her, his brain struggling to process the words. "What is it you're trying to say? We have a..." He froze, looking at her intently. "We have a what? Repeat what you just said."Michonne smiled, stepping closer and placing her hand over his heart. "We have another son, Rick." She smiled wider. "And his name is Rick. We call him Rick Junior—RJ. Actually, Daryl was the one who came up with the nickname 'RJ'."Without a single word, Rick shattered. He pulled Michonne into a fierce, desperate hug, breaking down into heavy sobs as she gently patted his back to calm him.Between his gasps for air, he managed to choke out, "Our baby...?"Michonne smiled through her own tears. "Yes, Rick. Our baby. Our three children are waiting for us back home.

Rick pulled back slightly from Michonne’s embrace, staring intently into her eyes. "I have to get you out of here, Michonne. I have to make you escape.""Yes," Michonne replied. "We will both escape. We’re going back home, to our children. We are going to live, Rick. We will live, and we will make up for all the time we lost."She noticed the sudden tension in his posture as he tried to avert his eyes from her. "Rick, what’s wrong?" she asked.Before she could get an answer, Rick turned around, presenting his back to her. She heard him take a deep, heavy breath before he spoke. He told her that he would figure out a plan to get her out, but time was running out; the shift of the guard who had disabled the security cameras was about to end.He turned back to her, gave her a quick, parting kiss, and said goodbye. Rick didn't give her a single chance to question him or finish telling him about their children. Within seconds, Michonne heard the heavy door click shut.She let out a long sigh, returning to her spot, her mind consumed by racing thoughts. "Maybe I’m just overthinking," Michonne muttered to herself. "Rick would never just send me away alone." Her jaw clenched as she added, "And even if he tries... I will never let him do that. Not a chance.

Chapter 3

Okafor began introducing the mysterious person while Michonne kept staring at him, until Okafor paused the introduction, placing his hand on their leader's shoulder. Okafor leaned in and whispered something into his ear. Michonne was completely bewildered by the entire situation. After he finished speaking with him, he stood straight, directing his gaze at her once again.Okafor said with a smile that the person standing behind him had just volunteered to be her instructor. "Even though I know you won't need training," Okafor added, "it's just a standard protocol to get you integrated into our ranks quickly." Michonne tried to object, but she stopped herself after remembering that this would undoubtedly help her escape faster. Okafor added that this was all for now, and told her that she could leave. Throughout all of this, Michonne’s eyes kept darting back and forth between that person and Okafor. The moment she heard him say she could leave, she didn't hesitate for a single second; she turned around and walked out immediately.Once she reached the building's outer exit, she turned and took one last look, then turned back to return. She kept wandering around the area for hours, committing it to memory. After eating some french fries and a meat sandwich, she continued her tour until she reached a place with numerous rooms, which Michonne guessed was a storage facility for weapons and military vehicles. Her train of thought was interrupted by a sensation that she was being watched. The exact same shiver. She swore to herself it was that same person. Her heart began to race. Before she could even turn around, she felt someone grab her hand and lead her forcefully to an isolated spot. She tried to resist, but she didn't want to make any mistake that would keep her trapped here.The mysterious person brought her into an alley untouched by the sun. After he released her arm, she took a defensive stance, ready for any reaction he might make. After a few short seconds, that person began removing his mask. The moment their eyes met, tears began to stream down Michonne's face without stopping.

She began to approach him with heavy, trembling steps until she reached him. She placed her hands on his face, examining it as if he weren't real. Finally, she spoke: "Is it really you, Rick? I thought..." She paused for a moment to stifle her sobs. "I'm not hallucinating. Say something, Rick." Michonne hugged him tightly, and Rick did the same. After inhaling her scent, he finally spoke. Michonne tried to break the embrace to look at his face, still unsure if he was real, but Rick stopped her. He tightened his grip on her until Michonne gasped in pain. After breaking the embrace without saying a word, Rick kissed her deeply, as if compensating for all the years he hadn't kissed his beloved. Michonne kissed him back. Then they pulled apart, and he rested his forehead against hers, their noses touching. After they calmed down, they exchanged glances.

Rick broke the silence, asking about his children, Carl and Judith. Michonne replied that they were fine. She hesitated for a moment before noticing the anxiety in Rick's eyes. Before he could say anything, Michonne said, "They are fine, and there is also so much you need to know." Rick nodded his head and pulled her into another kiss, until they were interrupted by the sound of Rick's walkie-talkie. He broke the kiss, frowning. After opening the channel, a voice was heard telling him to return to headquarters because the commander wanted him. Rick said in a single word, "Copy," and cut the line.

After lifting his gaze to her, barely believing she was actually here, he told her that he had to go now, but he would come looking for her, and she would tell him everything that happened in his absence to her and the children. "Our children," he said with a smile. Before leaving, he kissed her once more, then went away. Michonne kept watching him until he disappeared from her sight.

Time passed dreadfully slowly for Michonne after she returned to her room. Yet, she was at the height of her happiness because she had finally found her lover, the father of her children. She sat on the bed, waiting for him with excitement, until she didn't even notice herself falling into a deep sleep. Hours passed before she woke up. She opened her eyes slowly, before sensing that she was not alone in the room. She bolted up from her spot and saw Rick sitting on a chair, watching her.

Michonne placed her hand over her heart and said, "You scared me! How long have you been there?" He replied with a smile, "Mmm, about half an hour." She told him, "Why didn't you wake me up, Rick? Half an hour is a long time." He answered that she was sleeping so deeply, and that he had missed watching her sleep. Michonne said playfully, "Some habits never change, even with the passage of time." Rick smiled at her, moved toward her, and settled down right beside her. "Yes," he said, staring at her and examining her face with just his eyes. "If you only knew how much I missed you all." She replied, "Yes, and we all did too." She wiped away a tear that had escaped, then leaned close to him, planting a kiss on his lips, then moving to his cheeks and forehead. "These were all sent by our children," she smiled, a barely visible smile.

Michonne leaned back on her bed and invited Rick to her side. He responded immediately, taking the same position. She said, "There are so many things I want to tell you. But first, Rick... how did you get here, and who are these people?

Welcome back for the long awaited Horny Richonne #80!

Long time no see, kind and lovely Richonners! I finally contacted Tumblr support (like a year and a half after the problem started, this is the executive dysfunction website after all) so hopefully my work will start showing up in the tags again. Fingers crossed!

The Grimes family is happy to all be back together under the same roof in a big, safe community. It's nice to have the freedom to be outside without having to worry about walkers or sudden emergencies. Naturally, they develop a love of family picnics. Sometimes, while the kids are running around playing, a sleepy Rick will put his head down on his wife's lap. Michonne gently plays with his hair until he drifts off.

When Michonne confronts Rick about his hallucinations, he puts his head down, almost like he’s embarrassed of the way he’s been falling apart. It’s a vulnerable moment for him. Michonne counters that by showing him empathy, explaining that she’s been in the same situation. And just like that…the tension between them is gone. Any doubt in Rick’s mind about the kind of person Michonne is, is gone. Carl likes her. He likes her.

What develops next is (aside from Rick’s low-key elation at having her around) Rick’s concern for her safety. And it’s not a one-time thing. At this point, he is driven to exasperation over her stubborn determination to continue searching for The Governor. But he doesn’t say anything. It’s not his place to. 

In 4B, Michonne gets to Rick’s heart through Carl. Rick tells Michonne that Carl needs her, and yet seems surprised at her immediate willingness to be…whatever Carl needs her to be. This jars and awes him, because it is a reflection of his own feelings about Carl. 

It is also during this time that Michonne becomes Rick’s true right hand (as space previously occupied by Daryl). She, too, can fight by his side. She will have his back. She will save his life. But they connect on a different level because of one shared priority: Carl. He can trust her to prioritize Carl’s safety (and now Judith’s, of course) in any and all situations because she loves him as much as Rick does.

Up until this point in their journey, Rick has built his relationship with Michonne mainly as a slightly unhinged widower, and Old McDonald. Now, she has seen the side of him that will brutally murder a group of men who are threatening his son’s life. When Rick tells her, “I’m okay”, I perceive that to mean, I’m still here. The man you know is still here. In this moment (another vulnerable one for Rick), Michonne gives him reassurance, without falter, that she knows who he is. Nothing has changed. She has always seen him, just as he has seen her.  

“He had a mission in his mind to take care of her need.” - Danai Gurira (about 6x10)

The above is a quote about the mints (obviously) but it applies to this moment as well. Rick could not go for one more minute, knowing he had the power to give Michonne something she needed..and not do it. “We should go to Washington.” When he says this, something passes between him and Michonne. She looks at Rick in a little bit of disbelief, and he gives her a slight nod and the barest hint of a smile…because to do this for her makes him so happy. And just like with the mints, this moment warms her heart. And she offers him a look of gratitude and relief that is so powerful, he has to look away. 

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Disclaimer: I do not own The Walking Dead or its characters. This is a non-profit fanfiction written purely for entertainment

after discovering a phone engraved with her picture, Judith, and cryptic words she couldn't understand. It wasn't until a mysterious man guided her to that ship that her hopeless hope was rekindled—a hope she had never truly lost. Before leaving, she told Judith that she was going out to search for her father, commanding her to watch over her brother, and to stay strong, just as she had taught her. With heavy hearts, Michonne departed, leaving Judith and RJ under the watchful eyes of Daryl and Carol.

Her journey dragged on for months. One rainy day, in an open clearing deep within the woods, she found herself cornering a horde of walkers. Suddenly, the thundering roar of a helicopter echoed overhead. She instinctively looked for cover, but a cluster of the dead hemmed her in. Fighting with sheer, brutal force, her katana sliced through flesh and bone, taking off heads one after another.

Then, disaster struck. Michonne tripped over a root and fell hard to the muddy ground. A sharp, broken branch pierced deep into her thigh. Gritting her teeth, she tried to ignore the searing pain, fighting solely to save her own life.

But then, a strange thing happened. The walkers around her began to drop, one by one, their skulls shattered. She realized the helicopter she had spotted earlier was raining fire down upon them.

Limping heavily, Michonne forced herself onto her feet, desperate to escape. Suddenly, warning shots tore through the dirt around her feet. Over the deafening, whipped-up wind of the rotor blades, a booming voice from the chopper's loudspeaker cut through the storm:

"Freeze! Hands in the air! Do not move!"

With the wind battering her face and no way out, Michonne had no choice but to raise her hands. She surrendered for now, comforting herself with one grim thought: as long as they hadn't shot her yet, they needed her alive.

Or so she hoped

As the helicopter touched down and the doors slid open smoothly, Michonne spun around, fixing her intense gaze on the opening deck. The blood loss from her wound was taking its toll; dizziness washed over her in waves, but she stood tall, refusing to show any weakness.

Three figures emerged from the strange aircraft. Two wore heavily armored helmets, while the third went barefaced. The uncovered man stepped forward, advancing toward Michonne, who instinctively took a step back, her eyes narrowing.

The mysterious man spoke, introducing himself as Okafor. He assured her that no harm would come to her, provided she complied with his orders.

Fighting the looming darkness of unconsciousness, Michonne defiantly raised her katana, locking herself into a combat stance. In a flash, the two masked soldiers behind Okafor raised their weapons, aims fixed dead at Michonne.

With a calm but firm gesture, Okafor signaled them to lower their rifles, demanding they hold their fire until commanded. The guards stepped back, and Okafor stepped closer, cautious of the wounded woman.

Michonne, whose every instinct screamed not to trust this man, lunged forward to attack. But her body failed her; Okafor easily evaded the blow. Her strength completely depleted, Michonne collapsed onto the muddy ground before his eyes.

Michonne wakes up in a dimly lit room after fully regaining her consciousness. She remembered everything that happened to her, pieced the clues together, and finally deduced that it was that man named Okafor. Michonne was snapped out of her thoughts by a pain in her injured leg. She took a look at it and found it had already been treated. Michonne stood up and headed toward the door, fighting her pain. Before she could reach it, the door opened. When she raised her head, her eyes met the eyes of the woman who was wearing the same black uniform. The woman remained standing, examining Michonne, before the mysterious woman started her speech, saying: "I am Sergeant Major Thorne. Okafor sent me to see if you need anything." Michonne took a careful look at her and then started the conversation by asking: "Where am I, and why did that person named Okafor bring me here?" She answered her simply and said: "He just saved your life and sent me to check on you because he is busy. The other questions, he will answer them personally, and now I will leave you to rest for a bit

When she turned her head to leave, she stopped suddenly, turned around, and said one last word: 'You better get used to living here quickly.' She walked out and closed the doors behind her, leaving Michonne drowned in her thoughts

She woke up from the daze that followed those words, trying to analyze them. Did that mean she couldn't leave this place? What on earth was this place, and what was all of this? Terror slowly began to creep into her, and thoughts overwhelmed her. The first thing she thought about was her children, whom she had left behind to search for their father. The realization that she had gone out to find him, hadn't found him, and might never return to them terrified her to death. Michonne shook her head to clear the negative thoughts, taking a deep breath to regain her focus. Her immediate thought was to escape from here; a gut feeling was telling her that this place was extremely dangerous. But before doing that, she needed to recover and regain her full strength.Suddenly, her train of thought was interrupted again, but this time by a person wearing a mask whom she couldn't recognize. He went over, placed a food tray and a bottle of water down, turned around, and walked out without saying a single word. For several minutes, Michonne stared at her food, wondering if it was safe and if she would be poisoned if she ate it. After all, these people had tried to kidnap her. But in the end, she decided to eat; if they wanted to hurt her, they would have done so while she was unconscious. She took one last look at the food and began to eat. Ultimately, she was starving, and her weakened body needed every single bite. In a short time, she finished the plate and drank the water.Michonne finally felt some energy returning to her body, and ideas began to brew in her mind again. The first thing she would do was make them believe she wouldn't escape. Once her injured leg healed, she would leave and return to her children. Things continued this way for nearly a week: the person bringing food three times a day, and a doctor changing her bandages. She felt she had become strong enough to actually start the plan. Her plan was to kill the person who brought the food, take his clothes, and then walk out without anyone suspecting a thing. Michonne smiled at the plan she had devised and lay back on her bed, thinking about how to kill him since she was weaponless and her katana was in their possession. Ideas kept pouring into Michonne's mind, and they stopped when her eyes fell upon her bedsheet. She decided to fashion a rope out of it to strangle the person who brought her food, and she immediately began executing it. When she finished, Michonne knew that dinner would be brought to her shortly, making this the perfect timing for the escape.After about 8 minutes, she heard the sound of the door lock opening and hid the makeshift rope she had created. She stood up from her spot, determined to execute her plan. But as soon as she saw the person who entered, she felt a deep frustration. It wasn't the same man, but rather the man named Okafor and that woman—whatever her name was—standing directly in front of her. The man advanced toward Michonne while she tried to hide the rope, which she succeeded in doing, or at least she thought she did.Okafor cut through her train of thought, telling her that they were going to take her outside, but before that, she had to pass a simple test. All she had to do was answer the questions. Michonne just stared at him in silence, which she broke this time, asking him: "Who the hell are you, and what do you want from me?" Okafor smiled as he replied: "We are the CRM organization." Michonne shook her head, questioning what this CRM was, and he answered her: "The Civic Republic Military. We save lives." She interrupted him, mocking: "Even when they don't want to?" He kept looking at her with a long stare and added that anyone who enters here undergoes a brief interrogation by the committee, and that she must lie about everything so she won't be killed. "That's all I can tell you for now," he said. "You will be moved to a more comfortable place, and tomorrow morning, someone will be sent to escort you to that location, and I will be there. Now, put that little thing behind your back away, and let's go."

Michonne was shocked that her plan had already been exposed. She knew that this man standing before her was very intelligent and that she had to be extremely careful around him. The woman standing behind him intervened and said that they needed to move now. Okafor turned to her and added, "Yes, let's go," moving slightly to make way for Michonne to step forward. She stood still for a moment, telling herself that she couldn't do anything right now. She advanced with firm steps, and they took her to a more comfortable place, just as he had told her.

On their way, Michonne kept examining the situation outside; it was relatively quiet. They got into a black Jeep and headed forward. After nearly 15 minutes, they finally arrived. They got out of the car, and Michonne did the same, as they led her to her new place.

After settling into her new room—which had a solid wooden door and glass windows that she bet were bulletproof or shatterproof—she kept pacing and pacing around the room. She was thinking about the committee she would face. On the way, both Okafor and Thorne had emphasized that she must appear weak and also lie about everything, even her name. "We are doing this only to save you, and do not ask any questions... at least not now," that was how he concluded his talk with her. Michonne lay on the bed after eating her dinner and placed her head on her pillow, with thoughts wandering in her mind until she fell asleep without even realizing it.

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The next morning, Michonne woke up hours before sunrise. She washed her face in the restroom attached to her room. After she finished, she went back to thinking about what she would say there. Lying wasn't difficult at all. "No, no, no... I will succeed in this. I've been through much worse than a mere interview, and I am good at it," Michonne told herself. She took a deep breath and exhaled even harder. She didn't feel the time passing until she heard a knock on the door, which then opened. A person placed breakfast there and walked out immediately. Michonne looked at what was on the table and knew she wouldn't be able to eat; not because the food was bad, but because her anxiety prevented her. She set the food tray aside and waited until the person who would take her to the interview location arrived.

When she arrived, she found herself in a place that looked like an office, but it was massive in size. She noticed three chairs where three people were sitting: two men and a woman. She kept turning her head to see where Okafor and Thorne were, which seemed impossible because if they were there, she would have seen them. Her train of thought was stopped by a female voice ordering her to sit. She complied, and they began asking questions. The first question was about her name. She answered them, along with several other questions. She told them her name was Olivia, her age was 33, and the weapon she used was a small bow, among many other questions. As she turned her head, she noticed a large mirror-like glass and instantly knew someone was behind it.

After she finished the interview and walked out, they gave her a special uniform for new recruits and welcomed her. Once she met up with Thorne and Okafor, he warned her to remain cautious because their leader didn't suspect her. Michonne nodded her head, signaling that she understood. He then added that he wanted to introduce her to an important member of their group, but not right now because he was out on a mission and scheduled to return tomorrow. "But for now," he said, "you are free to walk around and explore the place.

Michonne kept wandering through the streets of the place, which felt strange to her. As she walked around, she stored the locations in her memory, searching for any vulnerability or gap she could exploit when she eventually tried to escape. She kept wandering until it was late, then returned to her quarters. It didn't escape her notice that people were watching her. She said to herself, "Idiots... as if I would escape right away. In any case, I will get into my place first, and then I will think about how to escape from here."After she returned to her room, she found food waiting for her. She ate, finished, and leaned back on her bed. Time passed quickly, and she didn't even realize she had fallen asleep until the next morning.

They should teach you the meaning of privacy." Michonne turned around and found Thorne, whom she stared at for a moment before Thorne started speaking, saying that now that she had passed the interview, she would have rights and some duties. "First, you will walk around freely, but within a limited range, and the rest Okafor will explain to you personally. For now, as I said, you have the right to act freely. And as a piece of advice from me: do not act recklessly or try to escape. I know that look in your eyes very well." She turned and left without saying anything else.Michonne sat on her bed and took a deep breath to help her absorb Thorne's final words. Pictures of her children began to illuminate in her memory. She took a deep breath, exhaled, and decided that she would escape at the very first opportunity.She stood up and went out, keeping exploring things until suddenly, a helicopter like the one that brought her here passed over her. Michonne's eyes followed the chopper until it landed on top of a towering building that was visible from where she stood. Michonne moved immediately toward it. After walking for a long time, she finally arrived, and the place was heavily secured, with people in black uniforms well-distributed around it. One of the guards stepped forward and ordered her to leave, but she interrupted him and said that she was here because Okafor had sent for her. She had already lied without even thinking. The guard stood still for a bit, then went inside. After a few minutes, he returned to her, said okay, opened the door, and let her in. Then he walked ahead of her, and she followed him. When they arrived at a spot, the guard stopped, pointed at the door, and left her. She hesitated to enter at first, but the door actually opened

on the first floor. Okafor was already there with Thorne and a third person whom she couldn't recognize because he was wearing his mysterious uniform. She stopped in front of them, and before she could utter a single word, Okafor stepped forward and told her that he was just about to send someone to bring her here, but she had already arrived, and he let out a light laugh.Michonne, who felt a shiver run through her body from the stares of the person standing behind Okafor, kept looking at him. She was brought back by Okafor's voice, who told her that this was the person he wanted her to meet, but he preferred to keep his handsome face behind the mask, and Okafor let out a laugh, and Thorne smiled too. But Michonne didn't care because she still felt the stranger's eyes staring at her continuously, until she felt deeply uncomfortable.

Chapters: 8/? Fandom: The Walking Dead (TV), The Walking Dead: The Ones Who Live (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Rick Grimes/Michonne Characters: Rick Grimes, Michonne (Walking Dead), Lori Grimes, Daryl Dixon, Carol Peletier, Sasha Williams (Walking Dead), Maggie Greene, Glenn Rhee, Jerry | Kingdom Resident (Walking Dead), Negan Smith, Shane Walsh, Ezekiel (Walking Dead), Nabila (Walking Dead), Abraham Ford, Gabriel Stokes, Carl Grimes, Gregory | Hilltop Leader (Walking Dead), Anne | Jadis Stokes, Merle Dixon, Spencer Monroe (Walking Dead), Pearl Thorne, Andre Anthony Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Drama & Romance, Eventual Smut, Organized Crime, Alternate Universe - No Zombie Apocalypse, Eventual Fluff, Sexual Tension, Masturbation in Shower, Masturbation, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Self-Pleasure Summary:

<a href="https://archiveofourown.org/works/63234358"><strong>Mine? Please?</strong></a> (56631 words) by <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/users/MardouFox"><strong>MardouFox</strong></a><br />Chapters: 21/?<br />Fandom: <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/tags/The%20Walking%20Dead%20(TV)">The Walking Dead (TV)</a><br />Rating: Mature<br />Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death<br />Relationships: Rick Grimes/Michonne, Daryl Dixon/Michonne<br />Characters: Rick Grimes, Michonne (Walking Dead), Daryl Dixon, Carl Grimes, Glenn Rhee, Maggie Greene, Hershel Greene, Tyreese Williams<br />Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Possessive Behavior, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Self-Discovery, Jealous Rick Grimes, Possessive Rick Grimes, Angry Rick Grimes, Prison (Walking Dead), Post-Prison (Walking Dead), Pre-Alexandria Safe-Zone (Walking Dead), Alexandria Safe-Zone (Walking Dead), Yearning Rick Grimes<br />Summary: <p>Slow burn Richonne starting with the prison era early days onward in which Rick learns how much is possible, how much he stands to lose, and how much he hates to share. Side stories with Michonne and Carl and Judith becoming family, Michonne’s relationship with Daryl and others etc…Mostly aligned with TWD, but some non aligned detours</p>

-having a job

-not having a job

-applying for jobs

-the job market

At long last, it's Horny Richonne #45!

Sorry for the long delay on this one. I have family visiting and I am sadly expected to act like a normal human being, which means less time to myself and less energy to draw. This isn't my best work, but it kept me sane.

The continuing adventures of Rick and Michonne and that fancy party to thank them for saving the world from the CRM. They had a great time at the event. By which I mean, several times when things got boring, they snuck off to a secluded corner to make out and grope each other like horny teenagers.