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"How did you know?"

The words almost prompted a smile from Michonne, the woman slowly taking a few steps towards him before speaking up. They had been through so much together. Seen so much, far more than any person should ever have to go through. Surely by now she would know him.

"...Because I know you, Rick." She murmured softly, hands lifting to gently place hands on his cheeks and cradle them. She leaned up, pressing her forehead to his.

:sleeping: Carry the unconscious receiver somewhere safe after a brutal fight.

Consciousness was slowly returning to Michonne and along with it the memories of what had been going on before she had blacked out. It had been a run for supplies, anything that she and Rick could gather to bring back to camp. The fight with walkers on the way back had been brutal, draining every last ounce of energy that she had.

The car ride had been nice enough, so much so that she had passed out. The next thing she knew, she was bundled up in strong arms. Eyelashes fluttered, eyes opening as she gazed up at Rick. He must have not wanted to disturb her. Surely he was as tired as she was, yet here he was being so gentle with her. So loving.

Lips tugged up into a tired smile as she raised her head enough to press her lips to his jaw.

"I got you, I got you, I knew you'd come." 

"I'm okay, I will be... I'm not hurting you."

@mrgrim3s & @mrsgrim3s:

Private, selective, and mutually exclusive portrayals of Rick Grimes & Michonne Grimes from The Walking Dead. Minors DNI

Heavily intertwined.

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