And here you go, the second part of this two-shot! Sorry this took so long. But I hope you all enjoy! And I'll be hopefully starting a Richonne one-shot next week.

2 - Let the Memory Live Again

Michonne slumped her way to behind the counter of the café. Maggie looked over to her friend and knew something was wrong.

"Michonne, you okay?"

Michonne slowly nodded at first but then began to shake her head. She couldn't hold it in any longer. She needed someone to talk to. A single tear ran down her cheek as she tried to keep herself composed. Maggie looked at her watch before saying, "We have twenty minutes. Come on." They went into the back to talk.

"Is this about that guy you like?"

Michonne nodded. There were a million possible reasons that ran through Maggie's head. What could this guy have done to make Michonne cry?

"Did he hurt you?"

Michonne shook her head. "It's not what he did," she managed to croak out. "It's him."

Maggie raised one of her eyebrows. "What do you mean?"

"After our date, we went back to his place. We had sex and it was great. No, it was…" Michonne began to chuckle as the images of last night flooded her mind. "I can't even find the word to describe it. But that was the best sex of my life."

Maggie gave her another piece of tissue to wipe her tears. "Then what happened?"

"This morning…" More tears rolled down Michonne's face. "...This morning, he didn't remember anything from last night. Me, the date, the sex… everything."

Maggie didn't know how to respond. Instead, she shifted closer to her friend and gave her a hug.

"I think it has something to do with that book he carries with him. I looked at it this morning, and the last thing he wrote in there was meeting me for a date."

"Who knew fifty first dates could actually happen," Maggie joked.

Michonne laughed genuinely. If there was one thing she loved about Maggie, it was that she could make her laugh even when she was sad. She needed that.

Maggie looked at her watch again and said, "Sorry to cut this short, but we got five minutes left."

"Ah, shit."

As the two got up from their chairs, Maggie went on to say, "I'm sorry to hear about what happened, Michonne," as she gave her another hug. "Did you find out why he has this memory problem?"

"No. I left in a hurry after reading his journal. But, thank you."

The two friends stepped out back into the café and finished setting up for opening.

Rick was in the shower as he thought about the events of that morning. He didn't know the dread-haired woman, how she got into his bed, and most importantly, why she was there. Even though she said they had sex, could he really trust her words? It wasn't written in his book, but something was screaming at him that she wasn't someone who lied. Seeing her crying face, however, had stuck with him for the past hour or so. Maybe there was truth to what she had said.

As the water ran down his body, so did a few tears. Why was he even crying? He didn't know the woman. But deep down, he felt like there was a special connection between them. It was times like these-times where his condition prevented him from ever attaining a true sense of happiness-that he wished something would happen where he didn't need a book to keep track of his memory.

Rick finished getting ready, and stepped out of his home to head down to the local café.

Michonne had just finished serving another customer when Rick walked in. Immediately, their eyes connected. Michonne gave him a small smile and went back to her work. Her heart was beating rapidly. How was she going to serve him without remembering last night? A part of her hoped that Maggie would get to him before she did.

Just by her unfortunate luck, he was already next in line and Maggie was busy with another customer. She went up to him and was about to order his usual but he spoke before she did.

"Can we talk?"

That was different, Michonne thought. "Sure. I go on my break in twenty minutes."

Rick gave a small smile. "And it's the usual."

Michonne smiled to herself as she placed the order. Maybe seeing and talking to him again, wouldn't be so bad.

Rick was in the middle of writing in his journal when Michonne walked over to him. This all felt familiar to him for some odd reason.

"What did you want to talk about?" Michonne asked as she took a seat across from Rick.

"Last night. I know I most likely won't ever remember what happened but, if you don't mind, I'd like to write down the details. Maybe some miracle will happen," he chuckled. "And it'll all come back to me."

Michonne let out a small breath she didn't realize she was holding. "You have no idea how glad I am to hear you say that."

"What do you mean?" Rick asked as he quirked an eyebrow.

"It probably sounds stupid but, I thought I'd be alone in remembering last night. I mean, I know you can't remember it since you didn't write it down, but part of me felt guilty in not letting you jot it down."

"You have nothing to feel guilty about." Rick placed his hand on top of hers before continuing. "Honestly."

Michonne felt goosebumps at his touch. Again, the images of last night played in her mind. Her eyes fell to Rick's lips. Looking at them, she couldn't help but remember just where those same lips had been last night. Before she knew it, she moved across the small table and gave Rick a chaste kiss. When she pulled away, she whispered, "I'll be at your place after my shift." With that, she got up and went back to work. Rick couldn't see, but Michonne had a wide grin plastered on her face.

Rick already knew who was at the door when he heard the knock. Not many people came by his place anyways. He couldn't help but smile when he saw Michonne. She walked inside and said, "Well, let's get to this."

Rick was about to take a seat on his black leather couch when Michonne quickly said, "I-I think your room would be best. It'll help me remember every detail."

Rick may not know Michonne, but he was observant. And just by her tone on that last sentence, he had a feeling that she had something else up her sleeve. And if he was correct on whatever that thing was, he would gladly take part in it.

By the time Rick made it back to his room, Michonne's sweater was already on the floor. The same one from their date but he didn't know that.

"It was getting a bit hot," she smirked.

Rick took a seat beside her on the bed. "So, tell me everything from last night."

As Michonne recounted last night's date, Rick wrote down every detail. Unfortunately, he still couldn't remember but he could imagine everything she was saying. When she began describing the sex, even Rick was quite surprised at himself. He paused for a moment and asked her, "I was that good?"

"Rick, how could you doubt yourself like that? I'll have you know that last night was…" She placed her hand on his thigh and continued, "...the best sex of my life." She emphasized her point by tracing small circles on his thigh with her index finger.

Rick felt himself going hard. Michonne, on the other hand, took the opportunity to straddle his lap. She captured his lips into hers and softly said, "I want you, Rick. You add an interesting change to my mundane life," as she ground herself against Rick. He placed his journal and pen to the side and held onto her hips.

Rick began placing kisses along Michonne's jawline and neck, and pulling down the spaghetti straps of her black tank top, along with her bra straps, until her perky breasts came into view. He then paused for a moment, wanting to catch his breath but there was a flash of an image that passed in his mind.

Worried that she had done something wrong, Michonne breathily asked, "What's wrong?"

"It-it's nothing. But an image flashed in my mind. I think it was from last night, I don't know. Not just that, but even though I don't remember our first time, this all feels familiar. Like I've done it before."

Michonne only smiled. "I guess we should continue to find out."

Rick placed Michonne onto her back and again, another image flashed in his mind. This time, it was a bit longer than usual but it was of him and Michonne, in the same position from last night. If he continued, would he remember everything?

He went for her breasts, sucking on her right one, while fondling and squeezing the left.

"Oh, god," Michonne moaned. He was too good at this. After a few moments, Rick gave the same attention to her other breast. As he did so, more images from last night flashed in his mind. It was like a movie was playing.

He began to trail kisses down her body, taking her clothes off in the process until she was completely naked. He eyed her pussy, eager for a taste. Michonne could tell he was, so to urge him to continue, she began to slowly finger herself. They could both hear just how wet she was. She flicked her clit, moaning as she did. Rick licked his own lips, swollen from their fervent kisses, and went to town on her pussy.

Michonne moaned as Rick pushed his tongue into her wet centre. He licked her up and down slowly, and made sure to suck at her small bundle of nerves, eliciting another moan from her. She involuntarily tightened her hold in his dark curls. Rick was unbearably hard, he wanted nothing more to be inside Michonne. He pervaded her core once more with his tongue, and as he licked and sucked, more images played in his mind until he was able to remember everything. As he remembered, Michonne shattered. Her juices spilled onto the bed below, but Rick managed to catch almost all of it.

As Michonne tried to catch her breath, Rick hovered over her again, capturing her lips once more. Michonne could taste herself, not that she minded.

"Do you remember anything else?" Michonne asked as he combed through Rick's curls. She could feel his hardened member at her entrance.

"Everything."

Michonne looked at him in shock at first, but smiled as she took it all in. She wrapped her legs around his waist, eager for him to be inside her already. Rick got the message loud and clear, slowing pushing in. He went slow at first, but eventually picked up his speed until he settled on a tempo that was pleasurable for them both.

There was no way he could forget this night. Him and Michonne locked eyes and sloppily kissed one another before he said, "I love you."

"I love you, too."

Morning eventually came, not too long after they did. Michonne was the first to wake again. She slowly opened her eyes as they adjusted to the sunlight. As her eyes settled on Rick's sleeping form, she smiled. This all felt like it was a repeat of yesterday morning, but this time, there was a chance that things would be different. That her life wouldn't go back to being mundane again.

A few minutes later, Rick woke up. He rubbed some of the sleep out of his eyes before they settled on Michonne. To her surprise, she was holding in a breath, hoping that he wouldn't forget again. A part of her was expecting a confused look from him but instead, he was grinning.

"Why are you smiling?"

"I didn't forget."

Ecstatic would've been an understatement to describe how she was feeling. She moved to straddle Rick's lean hips. He quirked an eyebrow at her actions, pleased by it.

"Ready to go, already?" He questioned.

"Hm, yes," she started. Michonne began inching her way lower until she was facing Rick's semi-limp dick. "But I'd like to give you something you surely won't forget about."