A/N: found this in my drafts folder (wrote it when I was sick and forgot about it).

Our favourite survivors have settled into a safe community that has adequate governance, security and soap and water! I just want them to be happy for a little while so this will be some light fun (if you want drama and stress, you should read some of my other fics lol).

Carl stood atop the rickety wooden chair near the large window in what was now Michonne's bedroom. He was able to get the blind disentangled so that they were able to roll it down and provide Michonne with some privacy. He was still not happy that she had chosen to stay with Tara, Noah and Daryl instead of with him, his father and his sister. He had spent most of the afternoon sulking and trying to get her to change her mind.

"It's working now."

Said Carl as he stepped from the chair and drew the blind down; the room instantly became darker as Michonne turned from where she stood near the closet where she had been inspecting the clothing contained therein.

"Great. Thanks, Carl." Came her reply.

"You know there are curtains at our new place, right? You wouldn't have to worry about blinds that are most likely gonna get stuck again if you just stayed with us."

He tried reasoning one more time in an effort to convince her that what was now the Grimes residence was a better place for her to live.

"Nice try." She responded. "But like I already told you, there's no room for me at your house."

"There's always room for you with us. You can take my bed and I'll sleep on the sofa." He said, for what seemed like the hundredth time that day.

"I am not going to kick you out of your new bed, Carl. Not now that we all have somewhere safe to stay and you have somethin' to call your own again." Michonne said.

"Yeah, but we always share and you can still be safe at our house and we'll be safer with you at our house and if you won't take my bed, then you can have my dad's bed." He said quickly.

"Does your dad know about this?"

She asked with a slight chuckle; she had to admire his tenacity that matched his father's.

"No, but you know he'd let you have it if you asked." Came the boy's reply.

"I'm definitely not kickin' Rick out of the first bed he's had in ages. No way!" Michonne stated amusedly.

"Well why can't the two of you just share his bed?" Carl said without really thinking about what that could entail.

Michonne felt her face grow warm at the same time as she became lost for words momentarily. She had to admit that the thought of sharing a bed with Rick Grimes was quite an enticing idea. Now that they had found themselves in a safe place where they could try to regain some normalcy to their lives, things could be different for the group. Michonne had admitted to herself some time ago that she was strongly attracted to Rick, and was sure that these feelings were reciprocal; but there really was little chance of anything happening between the pair while they were out on the road. Yet this settlement was not the road and there was the opportunity for them to become intimate, should they ever choose to act on their mutual attraction.

Michonne gave Carl a questioning look and the boy suddenly realized how his last comment had sounded.

"Wait, I didn't mean it like that. But, actually; no, if you guys want it to be like that then that's cool too. Just please come and stay with us." He pleaded.

Michonne was somewhat surprised by Carl's honesty; the boy was seemingly happy for her and his father to be together in whichever way they saw fit, although this was not a conversation she was going to be having with him presently.

"Carl, your dad has a say in all of this too." Was all she could think of offering in response.

"I know, but he really wants you to stay as well!" He said.

Michonne felt bad for Carl now that he had resorted to stretching the truth to get her to yield to his request. She briefly entertained the idea of changing her mind but would not commit to anything until she spoke with Rick later on.

"Look, I'll think about it, okay? But I'm not promisin' that I'll move in. I'll talk to your dad later, alright?"

She asked and could not help but beam widely when she saw the bright smile that crossed Carl's face.

"Thank you!" Carl said as he raced over to Michonne and hugged her tightly.

"Okay, now you should get going and try out your totally awesome shower. Tara left the bags of clothes in the living room for you. They might be just a bit too big for you, but you're growin' so fast that they'll fit soon enough."

"Did you find any clothes yet?"

The boy asked, looking past Michonne and into the closet that she was previously exploring.

"Oh yeah, I've found so much stuff! This is great! Look at this."

She answered excitedly while holding up the purple knee-length sundress for the boy to see. Carl could not help but smile at her enthusiasm; it was definitely a nice change.

"My Dad's gonna like that." He offered, still grinning.

"Yeah, I'm not sure if it's his color though." She replied playfully and they both fell into laughter.

"I'll see you over at Glenn and Maggie's at dinner time." Michonne then added.

"Alright." Said Carl. "See ya later."

The group had begun to eat and Rick still had not arrived; Michonne placed her food aside as she stood and informed her friends that she would go and see what was taking Rick so long. The sun had yet to set as she stepped out onto the street and walked in the direction of the Grimes residence.

She stopped at the front door and used her hands to pat down her dress and then fix her hair.

What am I doing? She thought. He's not gonna be worried about what I'm wearing.

Michonne rolled her eyes, shook her head and knocked three times loudly on the wooden door; she waited patiently for Rick's response. It seemed odd to her to have to do it after having spent so much time on the road and living communally. People just did not have the same level of privacy that they had before; everything was out in the open and you shared what you had.

There came no answer so Michonne rapped thrice more before becoming worried for Rick's safety. She cautiously tried the doorknob, it turned and she pushed the door open. She peered into the kitchen and looked around the lounge room; both were empty. Michonne instinctively reached over her shoulder for her katana only to find that it was not there. She then proceeded to creep up the stairs and tread lightly up the hallway. She could hear faint movement coming from what was now Carl's bedroom; she tentatively glanced through the open doorway to see an almost frustrated looking Rick Grimes standing near his son's bed with a pile of clothing on it.

They both noticed each other at the same time and inwardly jumped; although Rick was not letting on that Michonne had startled him. He went to say something but then he was struck speechless by her appearance. The purple dress accented her luscious dark skin and Rick could not force his gaze from her. He was shaken from his trance when she spoke.

"Shit, Rick. You had me worried. What's takin' so long? Where are your clothes? Why are you half naked?" She asked as he stood before her wearing only a pair of boxer shorts and sporting a freshly shaven face.

Once she realized he was undressed, Michonne spent longer than was necessary staring at Rick's slight but toned form. Her eyes wandered over his body and back up to his face until she gathered her wits about her and apologized.

"Sorry, I should let you finish dressing." She said quickly as she turned and headed for the door.

"No, wait!" He called after her. "Can you help me?"

Michonne stopped in the doorway and slowly swivelled to face Rick.

A/N: Hmm, I wonder what he needs help with?

Please, let me know what you think.

More to come!