A/N: That's all folks! Thank you, from the very bottom of my heart for all of the support on this story! You guys inspired it, and I hope it was as fun to read as it was to write! I may revisit this Richonne from time to time, but for now, that's a wrap!

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"Guess what?"

Michonne turned away from her place in the mirror as her husband came into their bedroom. He was wearing a smile that she immediately recognized and not much else, his jeans hanging low on his waist.

"Carl went down for his nap?" she asked, amused. She slipped a bobby pin into her mouth as she busied herself with her hair, attempting to maneuver the long locs into an elaborate updo.

"Sound asleep," Rick confirmed, coming to stand behind her. He seized his opportunity while Michonne's hands were up, slinking his arms around her waist.

"We should take advantage then," she tilted her head, pulling a pin from between her lips and tucking it into her hair.

"My thoughts exactly," Rick's mouth came to the exposed skin of her neck, nipping at her lightly.

She shivered, her hair slipping from her fingers, tumbling down over her shoulders. Rick did not allow it to distract him, sweeping it all to the side with one fist as his other hand began a quest to get into her robe.

"Rick..." responsibility and rational thought were quickly fleeing her mind. She made a last-ditch effort to get back on track. "Everyone will be here soon."

"There's plenty of time," he assured her, managing to slide his hand between the folds of fabric wrapped around her.

The battle was lost the moment that his calloused palms found her skin, tracing her with finesse born of hours of practice. A ragged sigh escaped her and she fell forward slightly, catching herself on the dresser in front of her. Her robe fell open.

Spinning, she turned to face her husband. His eyes raked over her appreciatively, the pupils dilating. "We have to be quiet," she reminded him. Her hands were already smoothing over him, clutching at the muscles that she knew and loved so well.

"No problem," he caught her lips with his own. A chaste peck quickly dissolved into passionate, open-mouthed kisses as he pushed the bathrobe from her shoulders. Michonne freed him from his jeans, allowing Rick to take control. He grasped her around her hips, yanking her up until her legs were around his waist, her bottom resting against the edge of the dresser. She was helpless to do anything but hold on.

Not that she minded. She clung to Rick as he moved, muffling her cries of delight against his chest. It hadn't taken long for Rick to learn exactly what buttons to push to get the reactions he wanted from her. Currently, he expertly manipulated them all, testing her resolve to remain quiet. She dug her nails into his back as he pushed her off the edge, gasping his name. She arched her back, pushing into him, still desperate for the feel of him.

He gave her a moment to recover, looking all too smug as she came down from her high. "You ok, hon?" he asked, feigning concern. He looked down at her through his lashes, his blue eyes sparkling mischievously.

Michonne smirked. She kissed him, tugging at his ringlets of hair until he groaned in pleasure. "I'm fine," she lowered her feet to the ground, pushing at Rick until he began to move backwards. The back of his knees hit the bed and he went tumbling over. Michonne wasted no time in pinning him down. Rick flattened out, smiling at her as she took control. The faint scar on the palm of his right hand brushed against hers, the ring on her left pressing snuggly against his fingers. She began to kiss down his body, delighting in his gasps as he saw what she was aiming for.

"'Chonne," he choked out his shortened version of her name as her tongue darted out.

"Shh…" she reminded him, pleased with having turned the tables on her husband. "Don't wake up Carl." With a impish smile, she set about paying her husband back.

"Damn, baby…" Rick had never learned to keep quiet when her mouth was on him. The words that spilled from his lips got her wound up, and Michonne momentarily forgot the importance of stealth. His encouragements became more and more vocal, growing in timbre as she moved. He let out a shout of surprise when she added her hands to the mix.

The crying was almost instantaneous. Ignoring Rick's groan of protest, Michonne released him, sitting up.

"Too loud," she chastised with a chuckle, watching Rick scramble for his pants.

"It's your fault," he called back to her, rushing out of the room to retrieve Carl, leaving Michonne laughing on the bed.

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"Carl looks as confused as we were a year ago," Michonne leaned over, whispering directly into Rick's ear.

Rick held in his chuckle, acutely aware of their surroundings. "I wasn't confused," he whispered back. They were standing in the church at the Haven, stationed in the front pew. Father Gabriel from Alexandria was holding the baby. Normally amicable with strangers, Carl squirmed in the priest's grasp, glancing desperately around for his parents. His dark blue eyes found them, his chubby little fists reaching out for them. Michonne waved back, blowing him a kiss before turning to her husband.

"No?" she raised one eyebrow skeptically.

"No," he shook his head, reaching for her hand. "I was nervous, but not confused." In fact, he had been focused mainly on keeping his breathing even and not passing out on top of her. She'd looked gorgeous that day, the first time he'd ever seen her in a dress, even if it had been a tulle monstrosity.

"I made you nervous?" her pleased little smile brought a grin to Rick's face. She had managed to get dressed despite his best efforts. Rick appreciated the effect on her. Her hair was piled atop her head, leaving her face exposed to his gaze.

"Always. My parents hooked me up with the prettiest girl in all four communities. I didn't want to blow it," he kissed her hand, enjoying her adoring expression. It still felt like a dream sometimes, to wake up with her in bed beside him. When Carl was in her arms, it was downright surreal. In a year, they'd gone from strangers, to lovers, to partners, to parents.

"Flatterer," she accused, straightening his collar.

"Your parents are big on ceremonies," Rick shifted somewhat awkwardly in his dress pants, looking uncomfortable in the formal outfit. Michonne had insisted that he leave his well-worn jeans at home, trading them for pants that he hadn't worn in a year.

"It's kind of the Kingdom's thing," Michonne giggled lowly, her eyes on their son. She did seem at home in her ivory dress, the fabric falling gracefully over her slender and muscled figure.

"It might not be Carl's thing," Rick was seconds from demanding his son back from the priest. Carl's cherubic copper-colored face was contorting, a surefire sign he was on the brink of tears. "Why does he need to get christened?" Rick whispered to his wife as Gabriel began to speak.

Michonne nudged him in the ribs, silencing him. "Be good," she hissed between her teeth, attempting to maintain some sense of decorum.

"I'm always good," he muttered under his breath. He wasn't much for ceremony.

"Be really good, and we'll finish what we started earlier," her lips quirked up into the hint of a grin. Rick straightened up immediately.

"Do you think he's going to lift him up like in the Lion King?" he couldn't resist one last joke.

"There is a tiger here," Michonne hid her giggle behind her hand, drawing a look from both of their parents. The young couple refocused immediately. "You're going to get us in trouble," Michonne squeezed Rick's hand, leaning into him.

Rick tucked her under his arm, attempting to look official while they watched Gabriel go through his ministrations. To his right, Glenn and Maggie were beside them, Maggie's palms resting on her growing baby bump. Daryl and Sasha were next to them, Sasha standing dutifully, Daryl looking like he'd rather be anywhere else. To Michonne's left, Morgan and Carol were holding hands, watching the proceedings proudly.

"How come you didn't pick us?" Glenn griped during the reception. Maggie was bouncing Carl on her waist delightedly, blissfully ignorant of her new husband's complaints. The rest of the group was stationed around a table, chatting and eating.

"They've got experience," Rick laugh. In truth, it hadn't taken Rick and Michonne long at all to decide on Carol and Morgan as Carl's godparents. Carol had been there for Carl's birth and Morgan had a calm energy that Michonne admired.

"We do too!" Glenn protested. "Or we will," he amended, looking fondly at Maggie's miniature baby bump.

"You'll get the next one," Michonne promised, retrieving her son from Maggie.

"What about us?" Sasha asked, affronted. She paused, spoon halfway to her mouth, daring them to deny her. Daryl rolled his eyes from beside her, content to shovel food in his own mouth.

"You'll get the one after that," Rick held in his laugh.

"How many are we planning on having?" Michonne asked, her face contorted in faux shock.

"We have to repopulate the world," Rick shrugged, pinching lightly at Carl's thighs. He loved those chubby little legs. Carl grinned gummily at his father. "Plus, he's so dang cute, we gotta make more."

Michonne smiled at him, leaning down to kiss Carl's head. "Soon," she consented, laying her head on Rick's shoulder. "But not too soon."

"I thought you wanted to work on it later tonight," Rick grinned salaciously.

"You guys realize we can hear you, right?" Glenn rolled his eyes, scoffing.

"Plug your ears," Michonne shrugged, reaching for her son. Maggie released him reluctantly, laughing.

Rick watched her stand, bringing the baby over to where their parents were seated. Carl immediately disappeared in a sea of fawning grandparents. He was so distracted by her that he did not notice a guest slink up to his table.

"Hey," Rick whipped his head around at the sound of Mike's voice. He hadn't seen the man in months, not since Michonne had announced their pregnancy.

"Hi," Rick's fist balled involuntarily. He'd almost forgotten that Mike existed.

Mike swallowed, working himself up to something. His eyes met Rick's. "I just wanted to tell you congratulations," he said, looking as though the effort hurt him in some way. "And I wish you well."

Rick nodded, disguising his surprise. "Thank you," he remembered his manners.

Mike sucked on his teeth, looking as though he wanted to say more. "He's a cute kid."

"Thanks. We like him," Rick turned his head to where Michonne was dancing with Carl, swinging him around gently to the music. He stood up. "Nice seeing you, Mike." With another nod, Rick made his way to his family.

"What was that about?" Michonne asked, her clever eyes staring up at him.

"Nothing important," Rick pulled her into his arms, their son between them. Michonne smiled, swaying with him, a smile on her face.

"Happy Anniversary," she said lightly, kissing him.

"Happy Anniversary," Rick smiled, kissing her deeper.