Rick could feel his heart beating a little faster during the walk to find Michonne. Daryl had just informed him that the trail for The Governor went cold and that he wouldn't be heading out anymore. Not much needed to be said after that, Rick knew Michonne would continue on her own regardless. She was to head strong or still to angry to let go. He walked out of the prison, his eyes squinting from the bright glare of the sun, his walk shuffled from side to side in a rhythmic sway, his hands dropping from his hips nearing her form. Michonne was paces away from him now and adjusting the saddle on her horse as he stood behind her.

"You heading out again?"

Michonne looked over her shoulder to see Rick standing there, she nodded from their awkward distance, as Rick contemplated moving closer.

"Going to look for The Governor." Michonne answered then turned back around to rub her horse affectionately between the ears.

Rick took a few more steps to her, his mind wrestling with how he'd tell her he didn't want her to leave. "You wont take a day to stay here? You're apart of this group too, ya know?" Rick said speaking to the back of her head as she tried to rebuff his concern. She had to stay focused and it was hard with Rick being so apprehensive. He could mask it all he wanted but she heard it in his tone.

She sighed and turned around. "This isn't some obsession. The Governor is a loose end that needs to be tied. The man is dangerous." She enforced.

"He could be dead for all we know." He replied urgently wanting her to see some type of reason and stay.

"I need to know for sure." She replied sternly.

Rick looked down at his two feet which were pointed in her direction. He had a bad habit of looking away when she spoke to him even though he listened carefully and took in each syllable that spilled from her lips. "You shouldn't be out there alone."

"I can take care of myself Rick."

"All I'm saying is give it a day..." he moved in even closer now, "you just got back." He practically whispered. She looked up at him, right into his bright blue trance. Her eyes radiated a strong will to just shake her head and mount her horse. She could feel her stubborn stance crumbling around her before she looked down breaking from their stare. Rick found his sight lowering to her mouth and the fulness of her lips. He imagined kissing them. Accumulating seconds would build between the two, where they didn't speak or even look at each other, it seamed that all they needed was to be in each others presence. He needed her to stay and she needed to know that he cared this much, instead of how she was constantly questioning where she stood with him. Finally she sighed and looked back up at him, his eyes penetrating into her dark brown hues.

"Michonne?" He questioned. Her name on his lips made her want much more then just his concern.

"I can stay just for the day."

Rick looked down hiding a wide smile of victory but planted a nonchalant nod as he looked back up at her. "Good I know Carl would be happy to hear this."

She raised an eyebrow sizing him up a bit. "Just Carl?" She said with a playful tilt of her head.

"Some others too..." he smiled as his eyes momentarily slipped to her collarbone then to her breasts neatly packaged within her tank top. Michonne could only roll her eyes with a smirk seeing where his eyes were now fixated on her figure. He tried to recover by stepping back looking at the ground like there had been something there. Raising his head he blushed at the look on her face. "Come on." He said shyly.

She watched him as he walked off, he swore he could feel her eyes on him. She finally looked down at her feet following after him, in the moment he looked over his shoulder at her and saw her beautiful radiant smile, it was almost enough to stop him in his tracks, ruining what was left of the facade he put on, trying to play it cool around her.

He turned ahead of him slowing down his steps while she caught up to him. The two walked side by side back towards the prison.

"So what are you doing the rest of the day?"

"Going out into the woods to check the snares?"

"You should bring a weapon, in case you run into any trouble."

"I got my knife."

Michonne glanced to her farthest left and saw a line of people manning the fences, a thin line separating the few individuals from the dangerous amount of walkers collecting up ahead of them. She worried about him going out there all by himself, these walkers seamed to be traveling in groups more often then not.

"You want company?"

"You don't have to..."

"But I want to. You can show me how you catch your prey." She smiled and once again Rick was taken by the warm display, which softened her tough of nails demeanor so effortlessly. Seeing her this way actually made him feel like he could talk to her socially, without second guessing himself.