WELCOME TO MY FIRST THE WALKING DEAD FANFICTION.

First chapter is placed after the carnival scene in the Season 7 episode "Say yes."

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CHAPTER 1: STOP FOR THE NIGHT.

After carnival scene

After their narrowly succeeded mission in the carnival area behind of the school, after narrowly escaping from the several adversities with the walkers and after loading their van with all those guns and ammo they received from the zombified soldiers, and the boxes filled with canned goods, food, water and other supplies they were able to find in the carnival area into their van with other supplies they've found during on their trip to the carnival area, Rick and Michonne were finally able to start their trip towards their home.

The home trip was quite quiet between of them while driving through of the road.

Michonne was sitting in silence half of their trip, still having the deeply saddened expression on her face after what nearly happened back in the carnival area while she was leaned against the inside of the van's door and looked outside of the van's door window... not looking at Rick.

Rick, while driving the van, constantly looked at his lover with the concerned expression on his face.

Rick remembered that when they were gathering all the guns and ammo from the already dead and from the recently killed zombified military soldiers with the towed carts back in the carnival area, he had seen from a small distance away from Michonne that while gathering the guns, Michonne had crouched down to pick up some guns until she suddenly acted like she was crying.

Rick felt sorry for her lover and he was even converned about her when she just sat in silence during of their home trip.

Eventually, Rick pressed the brake and pulled over to the left side of the road where he then turned off the car's engine, leaning against the steering wheel and turned to Michonne, willing to have a word with her if it would help to comfort her.

Rick thought for a moment that where to start, until he let out the sigh, cleared his throat and opened his mouth to speak.

"I could've gone a couple more days. I would've like that," Rick started, slowly and gently, as he looked at Michonne.

But Michonne still didn't looked back at him.

Rick eventually turned his eyes from Michonne to the floor of the van and rubbed his eyes with his fingers a bit before he turned back to Michonne.

"I haven't been sleeping," Rick stated.

"I've kept incessantly thinking about what we lost," Rick added with the heavy tone of voice as the bad memories from the past days, especially of the day when all of this nightmarish mess with the saviors started.

Slowly, Michonne turned from the window to the man she loved.

Without looking back to Michonne, Rick continued.

"Glenn... I keep thinking him all of time. He was a good guy. Brave, smart, and always as the help and support. He saved my life once. Right at the start... back in Atlanta, when I had gone badly blockaded by the walkers into the tank. He saved my life, but I couldn't save him," Rick said with a heavy heart and almost remorseful tone when he remembered the night when they had found themselves surrounded by the huge group of hostile saviors and when Abraham... and right after him Glenn, were brutally mauled to death by Negan and he was forced to watch such of brutal act helplessly.

"It's normal. I know that. Being stuck on that moment. It is not easy to accept someone very close person's passing away just like that, and with it is never easy to live" Rick said, still with the heavy heart and remorseful tone.

Then he turned back to Michonne.

"We went through something today We got a good catch. But this..." Rick stated as he pointed with his thump all of that they had received from the carnival area.

"... Even all of this doesn't cure what I feel about Glenn's lost," Rick stated.

With the sad expression and feeling sorry for the man she loved and his remorseful feelings over of Glenn's death, Michonne placed her hand comfortingly to Rick's right cheek as she looked at him into his eyes.

"Rick, I'm sorry," Michonne whispered.

Rick looked back at her lover's eyes, before he gently grabbed from Michonne's arm and placed the kiss to her wrist.

Rick then let out the deep breath, before he looked back at Michonne and kept speaking.

"After all what they did... to Denise, to Abraham, to Glenn, to Spencer and Olivia, to all of us. We're gonna fight them. That's what happens next," Rick said slowly.

"And were gonna lose people," Rick stated with the heavy heart, knowing very well how they current actions to prepare themselves to fight against the saviors may cost to them.

"Maybe a lot of them, maybe even each other."

After hearing this, reminding her what had nearly happened back in the carnival, Michonne turned away from Rick and tried to fight against her upcoming tears as she.

"But even then, it'll be worth it," Rick said as he looked at her.

Michonne felt a mental anguish inside of her heart as she was slowly but certainly losing the battle against her own tears as the deeply saddened expression slowly appeared back on her faces as she unwillingly remembered as she had saw with her very own eyes when Rick had fell from the Ferris wheel to the ground and straight to the path of the incoming walker herd. She remembered with the heavy heart how she had witnessed Rick at the mercy of the walkers after he had ran out of the ammo and got himself cornered as she had tried to get to him to help him, until she saw that the entire herd had gathered to the spot where Rick was lying, lifting with their dead hands the fresh flesh and intestines into their mouths.

Michonne remembered how deeply shocked she was after witnessing this terrible sight, as she had thought that Rick killed and eaten alive by the herd... and nearly allowed the nearby swarming walkers to do the same thing to her as she was paralyzed by the shock... until Rick, narrowly survived from being eaten by the herd had suddenly reappeared to the scene, called her name as he had picked up her sword and thrown it to her, snapping her out of her shock back into action.

After the fighting and killing the entire herd, Michonne was deeply relieved after seeing Rick still alive and well that crying the tears of relief she had jumped into Rick's arms into tight hug, not willing to let go of him.

She had also found out that what the walkers were actually eating was only a deer, which was standing nearby of the wheel and which Rick had wanted to shoot down as a replacement for the one Michonne had by the accident hunted down earlier in the woods, until it was taken from her by the saviors, who were at the unexpected visit in Alexandria, taking almost everything they had.

But still, such of shocked and a terrible sight and belief of Rick being dead still remained to mentally haunt her.

"When I thought..." Michonne started, before she suddenly paused due to her struggle against her tears, until she finally let out the sorrowful outburst to appear on her face as she lost her struggle and allowed the tears to run down her cheeks as she turned back to Rick.

"I can't lose you..." Michonne tearfully stated.

"...not after what nearly happened to you back there, just because of one deer." She added.

Rick felt with all of his heart sorry for Michonne and placed comfortingly his right hand on Michonne's left cheek and as Rick's hand touched her cheek's skin, Michonne leaned her cheek tightly against his hand and closed her eyes, letting the tears to run down along her cheeks.

Rick then wiped with his hand's thump the tears from the left cheek of Michonne's face as he looked at her into her eyes and opened his mouth to continue of speaking.

"You remember when you asked me once, what kind of life we had just surrendering to them," Rick asked gently from her, reminding Michonne about her question which she had firmly asked from him earlier after the saviors had left from Alexandria with most of their property, including their warm bed and all of their guns and after that Rick had recklessly declared to alexandrians that Negan was in power now and that this was their a new life style.

"You were right. It wasn't... It wasn't a life, but more likely living like the slaves living under the fear and tyranny." Rick stated.

"But what we did back there, in the carnival area, and what we're doing even now. We're making a future for Judith and for Glenn and Maggie's unborn baby by fighting the fight after fight. That's living. You showed me that," Rick said as he placed his hand comfortingly from Michonne's cheek to her shoulder.

Michonne, still with tearful eyes, responded to this with the slight nod as she slowly turned her eyes from Rick.

"But if we are going to do this, it also requires great sacrifices, whether we wanted or not," Rick stated.

"You can... lose me," Rick stated, with the heavy heart as he had to tell this to Michonne while knowing that right now Michonne couldn't take any thoughts of losing him.

After hearing this, Michonne looked at the man she loved with the deeply shocked expression on her face and a fear of losing him in her eyes, before she turned away from him.

"No, I can't..." Michonne said with the sorrowful tone, as she placed her right hand's fingers over her tearful eyes, noth wanting to think any possibilities or ways to lose Rick, such like of him getting the bite from the walker or being eaten by the walkers as she had thought back in the carnival or getting shot by the saviors.

"Yes, you can, Michonne. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow but one day you eventually can. As well as I can lose you one day," Rick stated.

"We can lose our friends, people we love," Rick added.

"But know that it's not about us anymore."

"It's about a future," Rick gently declared.

"Our current task is to fight this fight and maybe even die... to make a better future for all of those who deserves to live and continue their future." Rick explained, before he kept briefly a pause.

"And if it turn out that it's me who doesn't make it through of everything upcoming, you're gonna have to lead the others forward because you're the one who can," Rick said gently.

From outside, Michonne face remained in sorrowful expression, but from inside of her, Michonne couldn't believe that from all of the remaining friends and family Rick still had left, she was the one to who's shoulders Rick was ready to hand over his responsibilities of the leadership and the power over Alexandria if the man she loved would not make it.

Michonne of course did not question Rick's decision to hand over his leadership on her shoulder if the day, when his time is up, eventually comes for him, but what Michonne questioned were her own skills in it. Among his people were many of those who dominated the leadership skills, those who were still alive, and those who were already dead. Michonne knew that after the destruction of the prison he had served as Rick's right-hand-woman, an advisor in difficult situations and a great support, but taking leadership on her shoulder would be a completely new and strange step.

Michonne had accustomed to be led instead of being the leader of the people and that's why she highly doubted her own leadership skills.

"But... how do you know?" She asked from Rick, yet with the sorrowful tone, as she slowly turned her eyes back to him.

"Because... you were the one who led me here," Rick gently responded.

"I know that you're not quite accustomed to the leadership like I am, even though I never asked it. The leadership over the group. It just happened to end up as my burden without expecting it and without asking for it after downfall of Hershel's farm, which happened over half a year before our first met back in the prison, but the people needed the leader back then most than ever. I would, of course, have been able to ask anyone else to take my burden as I saw that the others slowly began to develop their own leadership skills. Like Daryl, Carol, Glenn, Sasha and Hershel did as the council members back in the prison, Daryl, Glenn and Sasha alternately leading the supply runners back then and and now Maggie is secretly guiding with the manners of leader the people back in the Hilltop with Sasha and Jesus. But, because you have worked as my closest support, my closest adviser in difficult situations and as my the right-hand-woman since the downfall of the prison and our group reunion after downfall of Terminus, I assume that you can handle the tasks and the burden of the leader as well as I'm doing. I want to believe that and I trust you with my life," Rick said gently.

After Rick had finished of what he just said, still tearful Michonne forced the smile to appear on her lips as she nodded slightly but rapidly to Rick.

"I can... at least I can try," Michonne whispered as she looked at the eyes of man she loved and smiled at him.

"Just don't leave me so soon," Michonne pleaded with the tearful tone and she allowed the next tears to fall from her eyes along her cheeks.

Rick gave to her a gentle smile.

"Come here," He eventually said and he spreading his arms in intention to offer her the warm and comforting hug.

He did not need to ask twice from Michonne as he leaned towards Rick, spreading her own arms and wrapped them around of Rick's neck while Rick wrapped his own arms around of Michonne, holding her from the back with his right arm and from the back of her head with his left arm.

As they embraced each other, Michonne closed tightly her eyes, allowing yet again the tears escape from them and run along her cheeks to Rick's shoulder.

She knew that Rick was more than just right about that they may lose people they love and try to protect at all costs. Lots of people in the incoming events of future war, either to the teeth of the walkers or to the saviors, as they had already lost such of people like Merle (even though she had bad start with him,) Andrea, Hershel, Bob, Beth, Tyreese, Noah, Reg and Deanna, Denise, Abraham, Glenn, Spencer (even though she had learned from Rick after he had learned from Negan that Spencer had tried to persuade Negan either to take him away from her or even to kill him so that he can take the leadership over Alexandria before he got brutally murdered by Negan in the front of everyone's eyes "for not having "guts" to do his own dirty work) and lastly, Olivia.

She also knew that one day one of them could end up losing each other, but she didn't want to think about it and less the cause of death which could take heim permanently away from her.

All she wanted right now, was that the day when she could eventually lose him, would never come.

A day later...

Rick and Michonne had driven all day back to Alexandria, during which they made visits to small places with which they came across during the journey home.

They quickly cleaned the places they came across off the walkers and quickly scavengered the places through for the food, possible guns and ammo and other necessary supplies as they had done before they had arrived to the carnival area.

They did not found much from the places they scavenged, until they found a several pea soup cans, chocolate bars, a couple of shotguns and shotgun ammunition, a handgun, intact pillows, blankets and intact two-persons mattress from at the mercy of time and weather abandoned house they came across. They even found from there a wooden box full of still useful grenades and a hidden first-aid kit.

But because the fuel was a quite low and there was not much extra fuel in the house's garage nor in there standing car's tank and began to turn the day into the night, Rick and Michonne decided to stay there for a night and sleep after they had cleared the area from the walkers.

Couple walkers was aimlessly wandering in the other side of the house, until Michonne silently finished them off by beheading them with the one swing with her katana and one more was wandering in the house's porch, which Rick killed with the heavy strike of the ax in the head.

There was also four-five walkers more in the house's empty garage, which doors were abandoned open.

As Rick and Michonne went towards the garage in intent to clean it up from the walkers and Michonne went ahead to finish off couple walkers wandering outside of the garage, three walkers surprised Rick by suddenly and unexpectedly appearing from behind of the inside corner of the garage, growling out of lust for the fresh human flesh and lunged at Rick, straightening out of their dead hands to grab from Rick.

Rick quickly backed off to get into the battle-position and raised his ax-wielding hand ready to strike. Rick also by his old officer instincts raised his left arm in the level of the walkers necks to prevent the first one's jaws from reaching him. But Rick also knew that even though this might work, Walker could even grab him from his arms and bite a piece of flesh out of his arm and infect him with the walker virus.

Besides, the other walkers could use Rick's focus on one walker as their advantage and attack him from both of his flanks. And even though Rick would be able to take out couple walkers, the third one would use it as its advantage and dig from behind of him its teeth to his arm's or his shoulder's flesh.

Rick kicked the walker, with the black waistcoat, black sunglasses and a purple mohawk, on his right side into its stomach, causing it to fall over to the ground. But two remaining walkers used this as an advantage and attacked together to Rick. One of them tried to reach with its jaws and dirty teeth to Rick's face while another, as Rick afraid, grabbed from Rick's raised arm and tried to bite from it.

But before the walkers nearly overpowered him, Michonne reacted to this quickly... and a bit recklessly by remembering what nearly happened to Rick back in the carnival... by turning around and with the one a bottom-up directed swung she cut the both walkers arms and their dead faces off...

...narrowly missing Rick's left hand and his arm's skin with the ten centimeters long space between his arm's skin and the katana's blade, even though Rick could swear that he felt either cold blade of Michonne's katana or its cold air flow nearly touching his arm's skin...

...and also accidentally splashing the walker's blood from the walkers amputated head on Rick's face in process.

Michonne noticed this and her eyes widened in surprise after she quickly realized what she nearly did, as Rick wiped the walker's blood off his faces... at the same time taking care that none drop of walker blood would get into his mouth.

The consequences would be unfortunate and fatal for him.

After Rick had wiped enough of walker blood off from the area of his eyes and mouth of his face, he briefly turned to Michonne, who was still looking at him with the terrified-looking expression.

"I'm sorry," Michonne quickly and under of her breath apologized for her reckless move with the shocked and terrified, before her focus was caught by the next approaching walkers and the one crawling on its feet from the ground and she turned around to deal with them.

Michonne finished off one rising on its feet from the ground with the one swung, which beheaded the one walker's head in half, narrowly beneath of its brains.

And while the rest of the walker was lying dead on the ground, its walker-eyes in the sliced part of its head were still moving.

Paying no attention to this, Michonne turned her focus to three remaining and incoming walkers, which Michonne killed off by stabbing the next one with the fatal stab through of its head from its head's left side and finished off the rest with the one and straight stab through of the walkers heads and brains.

The walkers limbs ended up to hang from their shoulders after Michonne's lethal blow and their corpses were left hanging in her sword, before Michonne pulled her sword back and let the walkers fell over to the ground.

Rick attacked to the last one female walker, which had the gray hair and white tattered dress, from its right flank while its own focus was on Michonne, kicking it against the garage's wall.

Turning its feral focus on Rick, who was charging at it with the ax, the walker growled at him as it stretched out its arms towards Rick and made three slow steps towards him, before Rick kicked the walker again against the wall and sliced with the heavy strike the walker's head in half with his ax.

Rick soon pulled his ax out from the walker's smashed skull and severely damaged brains, after which the walker soon fell on its knees and then on its stomach to the ground.

After the walkers were dead, the couple started to carry the dead corpses out of the garage and they dragged them to behind of border of the house's yard-area.

it took from them four reciprocating and quite heavy visits from the house to the borrder of the yard-area and back, as they picked up the dead walker corpses from the places, where they were put down for good, and either carry then on the shoulder or drag from the corpse's hands or legs and take them out of the area.

After carrying/dragging four-five walkers away from the house.

While carrying the dead walker on his shoulder, Rick briefly looked at Michonne, who was dragging the dead walker from its legs in next to him. Michonne had the regretful-like expression on her face and she avoided the eye contacts with Rick.

Michonne apparently was ashamed of the fact that her reckless counter-attack with the sword, which was fueled by her own shocking memory of seeing Rick apparently being killed by the walkers back in the carnival, to save Rick from the unexpectedly out of nowhere appeared walker nearly cost to Rick his left arm.

After the job was done and the last walkers were dragged away from the house, Rick eventually turned to Michonne as she was walking away after throwing the last walker out of the yard-area.

"Michonne, wait," Rick called her, pleading her to wait.

Michonne stopped, but it took a while before she slowly turned around to look at Rick with the remorseful eyes

And once her eyes and focus were locket at Rick, Rick opened his mouth to speak.

"This is like I haven't seen that look on your face enough for one supply run," Rick started, referring to the sad and remorseful-like look on Michonne's face, as she still kept her back turned at him.

"If it's about those walkers you killed right in front of my face..."

Michonne's sad and deeply regretful expression on her face hardened even more while hardly struggling against her own tears she looked away from Rick.

She knew what she nearly did to Rick and she scolded for it herself very much.

If you're still scolding yourself for this..." Rick started as he referred with his hand at the remaining walker blood which was still on his face, before he continued.

"And if you're still scolding yourself for nearly slicing my left arm in half with your sword while you were saving my skin, I..."

After hearing this, Michonne's eyes opened to wide, as she realized that Rick's tone of voice was rather forgiving instead of scolding.

She opened her mouth to speak, but she did not turned around to look back at Rick.

"What the fuck, Rick?! Are you seriously forgiving me for nearly slicing your left arm in half with my sword?! What the hell is wrong with you, Rick? Why the hell you're forgiving to me after you nearly lost your arm and hand because of me?!" Michonne asked the angrily, but she was still rather angry at herself than at Rick for being forgiving even though her reckless act nearly cot his his left hand.

Rick saw very clearly that Michonne was angry at herself for what nearly happened and what she didn't mean to cause to him, to the man she loved, while saving his life from the walkers. And because of this, Rick knew that he had to somehow comfort her and get her to forget the purposeless and nearly happened accident.

"Michonne, what you did was necessary. I was in the trouble with the three walkers, one of them nearly having the piece out of my arm, but you came nick in time to help me. You had no choice nor time to think of it, so you did what you had to do. I myself would have done just the very same thing for you if you were in the similar life-threatening trouble without the chance to get out of it by yourself. even though I know that judging from your mastery of swordsmanship and your high skills of survival, you rarely find yourself in such of trouble." Rick stated, but Michonne still didn't turned to him.

However, Michonne was still unimpressed, still regretful and still angry at herself.

But she was slowly losing her struggle against her own tears.

All of it happened so quickly. I barely had even time to think about the safest and most direct blow like the direct stab through of the walkers heads instead of slicing their heads and faces off and nearly slicing your arm in half in the process. But you were out there, cornered by three walkers at the same time, barely even able to . They nearly overpowered you. They even ended up almost biting you from your arm, they nearly managed to devour you, they nearly took you away from me like the ones back in the carnival nearly did. You... you were in... in trouble... they nearly... they nearly did... and then... then I... I nearly" Michonne said at first with the stern and angry-like tone, before it slowly softened as she listed all of it what nearly happened to Rick, before she began to stutter in her words while speaking as her tone changed into the mournful tone.

"That... that what... that what I did was... it was... was the reckless act... very reckless and... and very stupid act. I overreacted on that... that walker's sudden attack. I know... I know that you... could handle it... by yourself, but... but after... after what happened... back in carnival... I did not... I did not want to take chances... of nearly losing... nearly losing again. I'm... I'm sorry, Rick. I'm... I'm heartily sorry for nearly causing you to lose your arm," Michonne said with the saddened, remorseful and stuttering tone of voice while admitting a terrible mistake she nearly caused and because of it, she still couldn't bring herself to look at Rick.

Rick then walked next to her, gently grabbed from her chin and gently turned her face towards his own, so that he was able to look at her eyes.

Rick then opened his mouth to speak to still remorseful Michonne

"It's okay, Michonne. It's okay. Accidents happens often, even such of accidents which sometimes cannot be made undone. At least you didn't slashed my left arm in half with your sword, which perhaps would have been necessary for you to do - and yet with my permission - if you had not come between me and the walkers just in time before I could have received any bites from them into my arm," Rick explained gently with the forgiving tone while he placed his hand from Michonne's chin comfortingly to press against her left cheek.

"Then I really would have liked to have my hand amputated by you, Michonne," Rick added.

"You did what you had to do," Rick said with the whispering tone.

After hearing this, Michonne forced her smile appear on her lips as couple tears escaped from her eyes and run along her cheeks as she looked at the eyes of the man she loved...

"Come here," Rick said as he wrapped his arms around of Michonne, while Michonne wrapped her own arms around of Rick's neck and they both pulled each others into the comforting and warm embrace with each others.

Michonne had to admit it, Rick knew how to comfort the someone when needed.

And Rick had to admit that for the stone-hard and silent warrior he had met a long time ago back in the prison fence, wounded and covered by the walker guts and walking among of them with the baby formula what Glenn and Maggie were supposed to search for Judy, Michonne had quite soft side and a soft heart, in the case of her feelings towards Judith and Carl she loved like her own son and daughter and her feelings for the man she loved with all of her heart.

"Thank you, Rick," Michonne whispered with the tears of joy.

A warm smile appeared on Rick's lips after hearing this.

"Anytime for you," Rick whispered back.

A bit later.

While Michonne was scavenging the house and checking the area for the any nearby walkers, Rick located the route leading from the road to the house and brought the van to the house yard.

They took their fully filled fan inside of the house's garage to hide from the possible bandits. They certainly are not intend to lose a good booty, which they had received with the hard and life-threatening work from the walker filled carnival area to the bandits.

And just in case to keep the curious bandits from stealing the van and the supplies from the garage, because the garage's door's locks were former and the door of garage was easily to open just pull it up, Rick and Michonne together lured several walkers into the house's garage as "guard dogs" to protect their property from the curious bandits.

After they had lured over dozen walkers inside of the garage, they locket them inside by closing the doors of the garage and sealed the doors leading to the garage from inside to prevent the walkers to breaking into the house during of the night.

When they did not have to worry about the safety of their property, knowing that from the presence of the walkers in the garage surprised bandits first reaction, a loud and even unnecessary gunfire, would wake them up easily, they placed some alarm bells to the house's porch's stairs in the case of the walkers or the bandits who're going/ordered to scavenge the house.

In addition to their favorite weapons of choice, Michonne took as her additional weapons the shotgun Mossberg 590 and the handgun Beretta 92FS while Rick took as his additional weapon the rifle Norinco Type 56, which they placed to lean against the wall loaded and ready for the worst.

After they had closed the windows from the downstairs with a tattered window curtains and blocked the doors by moving a sofa in the front of the doors to prevent anybody from entering inside through of the easier way, Rick and Michonne were able to relax a little bit.

They did not eat much that evening. Only the contents of the pea soup cans, the chocolate bars and the drunk a couple bottles of water to empty they found while scavenging the area. They needed to save most of the food for their own people back in home.

They both didn't even talk during of eating, but every time when one of them glanced at each other, they paused their eating for a moment and looked at each others into the eyes, giving to each others either a silent chuckle or loving smile before they continued eating.

They settled in the house's living room, after moving some furnitures aside to make a room for their bed.

After of which, they both set the mattress they found in the middle of the living room with the pillows and blankets.

Despite they having the candles settled to around of their camp base, carefully, of course, so they do not accidentally light the houses and at the same time themselves on fire, the night was going to be cold.

But they both knew that what the cold nights meant, even though they were in the old house in which the heating was not switched on.

Michonne quickly and with the eager smile threw off her shoes, socks, pants, sleeveless shirt and her bandana, leaving only her black underpants and her black bikinis on and lied down to the mattress, while Rick removed his own shoes, socks, pants and his shirt off and lied down behind of Michonne.

As Rick grabbed from the corner of the thick blanket and pulled it comfortably and warmly over of themselves, Rick lovingly curled himself against of Michonne's half-naked body, warming her bare back with his own body. Rick also wrapped his arms around of Michonne's body, pushing his left arm from underneath of Michonne's body and wrapped it around of his stomach while he lifted his right hand over Michonne's upper body and grabbed from her hand, pulling the blanket with his hand around of her like the constrictor snake coils its body around of its prey to the deadly embrace, but in the case of Rick, this embrace was far away from the deadly one but the warm and comforting. Rick also gave the kisses to the back of her right shoulder, to her neck and to her right cheeks as he kept wrapping Michonne inside of the blanket, nearly ignoring his own comfort inside of the warm blanket on this cold night, but only to a certain extent, when he pulled another blanket over himself and wrapped it around of both of him and Michonne. Michonne, while uncontrollably smiling, chuckling and slightly moaning out of the enjoyment of Rick's kisses and the warmth both Rick and the blanket gave to her, curled herself tightly against of Rick's body and grabbed with her own hand from Rick's hand that their fingers went between of each others. Michonne even turned her head and eventually herself around that she could look at Rick's eyes while curling against his warm form.

Soon, they both were like in the sleeping bag as they were completely wrapped inside of the blankets, only their heads were still on seen.

"Comforting?" He asked with the smile as he looked at the eyes of the woman he loved.

"You bet it is. Nothing gets in and nothing gets out," Michonne answered with the warm smile.

"No more concerns or fear of losing me?"

Michonne went a briefly silent and looked briefly to elsewhere. The expression of sadness visited on her face as she remembered what happened earlier today back in the carnival. However, she wiped those past memories out of her mind because Rick Grimes, her Rick, her precious treasure, even her king of Alexandria, was still alive, still with the living and with her right in her arms at the moment, alive and well, safe and sound. These thoughts Michonne replaced with her concerns and her fear of losing Rick one day.

"Maybe a little, but not now when you're in my safety arms, no walker can take you away from me ever again," Michonne answered with the humorous but also with loving smile.

Both of them chuckled heartily at this.

Michonne then pulled her hand out of the blankets and wrapped it around of Rick's neck and pulled his head down, placing his lips against her own into loving and passionate kiss. They did not dared to depart their lips away from each others, unless they had to catch some breath for a while. They kept their passionate kissing of each others by passionately hunting each others lips with their own after Michonne had completely turned herself to him so that the skins of the front sides of their bare bodies were pressed against each others. They both, while enjoying of contact with each other and their body heats inside of around of them wrapped blankets, wrapped their legs around of each others and Michonne wrapped her arms around of Rick's neck, placing with one of her hands to the back of Rick's head, pressing her closer to herself to prevent him from departing his lips from hers. Rick had no intention to depart his lips from from Michonne's lips and he did the same thing as Michonne. He wrapped his right arms around of Michonne's waist, pulling her body closer and he placed his left hand to the back of Michonne's head and pressed her closer of himself.

They continued to make out in bed, kissing each others and rolling inside of the blankets, late into the night while the candles were still on.

But little did they suspect while they were lovingly embracing and kissing of each others in the bed inside of the house...

...that their a temporary camp inside of the abandoned house had been detected from the candle-light from the covered windows and was now observed by the small group of thirteen dark figures, armed figures, who were hidden in the bushes, behind of the trees and one of them up in the branch of a tree at some distance from the house, near the border of the house's yard area.

One of them, a late-teenager one who was wielding a sleeveless green military shirt, black pants, army's boots, black hood over his head and a blood-red bandana wrapped around of his head and under of his long black hair, was observing the house with the binoculars, looking for some movement in the windows or somekind of trap the inhabits of the house might have set for the trespassers to the porch or to anywhere else around of the house.

He saw nothing else, except the alarm bells at the foot of the porch stairs.

"Fools! That might fool those abominations but not us." The figure said as he removed the binoculars from his eyes and put them back to the binocular case, which was hanging on the belt on his left side, before he took Tri-Barreled Shotgun into his hands from hanging on his back.

Then one of them came to the next of the figure. Hispanic-American teenager girl, who had the very long black-purple hair, which two purple-headed, and freely hanging ponytails reached behind of her bare thighs. She was wielding cape-like blood-red hood - which she kept wrapped around of her due to the cold night. She also wielded the purple bikinis and black women's denim shorts and brown women's boots, leaving most of her upper body and her legs bare. As her weapon of choice, she wielded golden-black Colt Law Enforcement Model 6920 Carbine in her hands.

The woman looked at the teenager boy next to her and eyed his weapon of choice.

"Why you always choose the weapon with only a three single shots?" The girl asked with the teasing tone.

The teenager then turned back to the teenager girl.

"Because when I want to cause damage, I make sure that the damage caused by me is a huge." The figure responded before he turned back to observe the house.

"Jackie said that those two fools came here with the van, which seemed to be quite full filled with the stuff... and I bet that a quite interesting stuff, judging from its slow moving and a bit difficult to drive it." The teenager said to the teenager girl.

The teenager girl observed the house's yeard-area, seeing no any sight of the van.

"Then where those two fools put it on?" Teenager girl asked.

A teenager was thinking all of time the answer to this question as well while he observed the area of the house with his eyes... until they stopped to the closed doors of the garage.

Once a teenager realized the answer to a teenager girl's question, his head went hanging down on his shoulders as he slightly shook his head and chuckled, before he turned back to a teenager girl.

"You see that garage?" He asked as he pointed with his finger at the garage's doors.

"Those doors were not closed the last time we visited in this direction. They were open back then and left open, as well as the entire house was left at the mercy of time, with the few abominations inside of the garage. I believe that those two fools are hidden their van in the garage... probably away from the eyes of some curious bandits. I bet that those two idiots have not taken into account the fact that the garage door locks are former and that the doors are too easy to open without any means of force and loud noises. And yet they're left the doors without a guard and apparently without the booby trap. meaning it is like served on a plate for anyone, like us," Teenager explained.

Teenager girl nodded to a teenager as she realized what a teenager meant.

"So, let's go get it," Teenager girl said.

A teenager nodded at her as an agreement

"And so we shall. Zoe, you take Jackie, Tom, Jerry, Mark, Sam and Max and go investigate the garage and if you find the van Jackie was talking about, retrieve it from the garage and take it to the Dog House, while me and the rest... well, we're gonna set for those two fools in the house a little... surprise," Teenager declared with the sinister-sounding tone.

Continues...

I hope that you guys liked this first chapter.

Well, you probably saw that I added a little bit something new to the van scene between of Rick and Michonne after the carnival scene, but I just love to add something new and non-common to my favorite scenes.

Until next time... See ya.