Fellas what is it that you love about black women? It could be anything from the way they walk, talk, dress, their confidence, swagger and demeanor, etc.
I love how strong willed and focused black women are w/ certain things, being able to do a multitude of things at once and getting them accomplished with no problems at all. In the midst of chaos and uncertainty around y'all, no matter what y'all remain calm, cool and unfazed by the madness going on around y'all and I love that about black women! I love a independent black woman as well, who doesn’t need shit because she has her own, like “nah nigga I’m good, I got my own thing going on.” 😏 I admire that about a black woman! I love how they can be both classy and aggressive when need be! Ain’t nothing like a black woman with a lil sass and feistyness in her! I like how black women smell when y'all get out of the shower using some freshly scented perfume, body oil or lotion on your mocha and chocolate skin with it glistening all over ya body looking like a black nubian goddess! I love a black woman’s attitude and demeanor whenever we’re feeling down, at our lowest they’ll rub our backs with comfort & encourage us like “come here baby, it’ll be okay, you can do this.” I love how supportive black women are through our ups & downs as men, when niggas are successful, they are there supporting & when we fuck up and do dumb shit, black women are still supportive & loyal to us even when we don’t deserve it and need a good kick in the ass at times. That’s love and I appreciate that from y'all! ❤😘. It’s imperative that we as black men stand by black women and support them as much as they stand by us, that’s not asking for too much! As much as they support us even with our bullshit, that’s the least we can do! Also, learn to appreciate them and adore them by telling them nice things without wanting or expecting something in return (sex). But back on topic, I love a woman who doesn’t need to get dolled up in order to look good. I like a sweatpants, hair tied, chillin with no make up on type of girl who’s not worried about shit! I know y'all like to look good and feel sexy, but you don’t necessarily need your nails or your hair done to feel good or look sexy. Whether you have long hair or you keep it short with a bob or fade, whether you have small titties, big titties, the biggest ass or no ass at all, if you’re confident and content w/ your looks then baby girl own that shit and do you! You gotta have confidence & swag, like you know you’re the shit regardless of how u look. That’s sexy to me, when a girl can own a room regardless of how she looks and feel like she’s the shit no matter who else is there! Ooooh yeah did a nigga mention personality yet? Man I love a black woman who can laugh and crack jokes at the slightest lil thing like when a nigga trips over his own feet. I love women who like to laugh and crack jokes on a nigga that wil have me busting a gut from laughing so hard at them! Nothing like a black woman who can make me laugh and smile a lot!😏 I love y'all overall excitement and joy in anything that interests you or that you find appealing. I also like how y'all get excited about something or think something is nice and y'all say “Awwwwww, baaaaaaaaby” or “oooohhhhh look Bae, look look” or when a favorite song comes on and y'all start vibing to it singing, dancing and snapping your fingers. Y'all are so damn cute when y'all light up with excitement like that!😏 Nobody else will hold black men down like a black woman, y'all are the only ones who see beyond our struggle, our pain, our tragedies and see us for who we really are and uplift us from those things just by providing love and support to us. Y'all will have our backs when nobody else will, and treat us like kings with love and respect with arms open wide when everybody else has pushed us aside! Being raised by a single, strong willed black mother, it’s imperative that I find Everlasting love with my black queen and treat her like one so that we may have beautiful black daughters and raise them up to be treated as queens by us and their future husbands. Nobody have our backs like y'all black queens and I’m appreciative and thankful for all the black women not only in my life, but in the lives of all black men if I can speak for the rest my brothas. We appreciate & love y'all. 😘✊🏾
Rick stands on the guard post, his rifle in hand as he paces
slowly back and forth. It’s a rather quiet day at the prison so far. A pretty
day. The sun is high and bright, a soft breeze from the east whips around him,
keeping him cool. He glances off toward the yard as Carl and few kids walk
through, their lively banter filing the air. His hat is low over his eyes as he
kicks a soccer ball with his foot. His ever-growing dark hair cups his face.
Rick’s chest swells as lingering thoughts of Lori invade his senses. He looks
so much like her. Rick drops his eyes away from his son and swallows, closing
his eyes as he lets out a breath through his teeth. She could still be here, if you-
“Don’t,” He whispers, willing her ghost to leave him alone.
A rumble in the distance snaps him out of his trance. He
raises his rifle, looking through the scope, and his anxiety lowers just a bit.
He spots Daryl on his bike, leading Maggie and Glenn in the truck, with
Michonne bringing up the rear with her trusty horse, Flame. He lowers his weapon as
Carol, Beth, and Carl run to the gate, the three of them opening it to allow
the scavengers back in. He watches quietly as the three flock around the
returning members of their clan, smiles and hugs going all around. They’ve been
gone for almost five days, longer than usual. Everyone is glad to see them.
His eyes drift to the dark-skinned samurai as Carl gives her
a high five. She smiles widely back at the younger boy before tilting her head
back and laughing loudly at something he’s said. Carol joins them a moment
later, throwing her arms around Michonne’s shoulders before leaning into her,
resting her head against hers. Daryl and Maggie are the next to join the group,
Maggie hugging Carl swiftly before looping her arm around Michonne’s. Daryl
even tugs at a few of her dreads, causing Michonne to swat at him with her long
Rick sucks his teeth a little as another deep breath escapes
him. They love her already. It was a rocky start at first. They, well, he and
Daryl mainly, didn’t trust her and she sure as hell didn’t trust either one of
them. Glenn and Maggie were really the first to give her a chance. She led you back to us, Rick. She didn’t have
to do that. Herschel held off her departure for as long as he could,
knowing that her concussion was healed but just not wanting her out there on
her own. Next was Carl, suddenly turning a new leaf when it came to the woman
after their visit to the old neighborhood. Then, day by day, she lightened up,
they all lightened up and now she’s one of them. Except with Rick. She has
indeed, not lightened up when it comes
She still side eyes the shit out of him whenever he’s
around. If she’s talking, laughing, joking around, it’ll instantly come to a
stop if he even acts like he’s coming toward them. In fact, she’ll grab her
katana and leave the situation entirely, suddenly needing to check the yard, or
help clear the gate. It bothers him. Why? He’s not sure, but she’s good with everyone
else, literally everyone; but him. Standing here, watching her interact with
everyone makes it even worse. Daryl refused
to call her by name when they first met, referring to her only as the last
samurai for weeks on end. But here they are, laughing and goofing off like they’ve
known each other their entire lives. She forgave him, why not Rick?
She went out of her way to help Carl back in King County
when she didn’t even have to. He gave her the slip and even shot off that mouth
of his, but he’s her most trusted confidant now. Alright, so he put his gun in
her face, multiple times mind you, and told her that she had to go once she was
patched up. Is that really that bad?
Okay, so he banished her to sleeping out in the yard at night. If she would
just talk to him, he could clear the whole thing up. She won’t even give him a
chance. Merle! Even fucking Merle gets a small reprieve from her and he nearly
killed her! He shoots little comments and slurs toward her all day long, Nubian
goddess, sweet cheeks, black mamba. She just smirks, trading barbs with him
until he ultimately gives up when he can’t get a rise out of her. She stopped threatening
to kill Merle like a week ago, but Rick still can’t even get a glance from her.
What does he have to do?
Rick is so deep in thought that he doesn’t even notice Glenn
approach him from behind. Glenn follows the older man’s gaze to the group of
people below, then steps up beside him, resting his forearms on the railing as
he leans over, “Daryl’s wondering where you are. You should go say hi.”
Rick blinks as he readjusts the rifle in his hands, tucking
it under his arm, “Maybe later.” He answers, taking a few steps to his left as
he continues his glare out beyond the walls.
Glenn drags his eyes back up to the sheriff, a smirk on his
face, “Why? Cuz Michonne is down there?” Rick cuts his eyes toward the younger
man, tightening his jaw, “Dude, she’s cool. You need to give it a rest.”
“What are you talking about?” Rick asks, slightly annoyed.
Glenn smiles again, looking back down on his family as he
catches Maggie’s eye. She covers her eyes with her hand to block the sun, but
raises the free one, wiggling her fingers at him. He holds up his own hand to
her before she smiles back and turns toward her friends once more. He takes a
breath as he looks over the land, the yard, then back on the rambunctious
people below them. It’s coming together for them; finally. He tosses his eyes
back toward Rick only to notice him watching her again. Watching her place her
hands on Carl’s shoulders, shaking him lightly as they move toward the prison.
Watching her turn back toward Daryl as he makes some sort of crude joke,
probably about her butt. Watching her as she laughs, throwing her head back
again before she turns fully and punches Daryl in the arm.
Glenn knows that Rick won’t go down to join them but he also
knows why. It’s a little bit of everything really. He’s still reeling from
losing Lori and having fatherhood thrust upon him again with a newborn. He’s
anxious that the governor is still out there, somewhere, and he’s angry that he
couldn’t stop the bastard. And, because he’s jealous. Sturdy, well, not so much
as of late but, usually sturdy,
gruff, gritty Rick Grimes is jealous. Jealous of Daryl, of Carl, of Maggie,
Carol, Herschel, Beth, and Glenn. Because of the new, popular, pretty girl in
town. She gets along with everyone but Rick. She likes everyone but him; and it’s killing him. Absolutely killing
Glenn laughs a little to himself, leaning back as he grips
onto the railing in front of him. It’s funny really, and it’s, dare he say, nice. It’s reminiscent of the old days
when you didn’t have to worry about a walker biting your face off. When all you
had to worry about was impressing a pretty girl. He turns toward Rick, slapping
him on the back, “Maybe try being nice, for a change?” He starts, before moving
toward the ladder, “You know, say hi, how’s it going, how was the trip, instead
of pointing your gun in her face and telling her she can’t stay in the block
Rick turns his head toward Glenn, sucking his teeth a little
but doesn’t speak, “It gets cold at night man, she can’t stay in that bus
forever. Just,” Glenn sighs, stopping on the ladder, “Quit being a bitch, tough
guy. Go say hi.” Glenn disappears from sight as he climbs down the ladder,
stopping once more to yell, “That’s why she likes us! We’re nice!”
Rick turns as Glenn makes his leave, shaking his head a
little. He drops his eyes to his family once more as Glenn jogs to catch up
with them, wrapping his arms around Maggie’s waist as they move beyond the
second fence and into the workout yard. Rick continues to watch as Glenn
disconnects from his wife and throws an arm around Michonne’s shoulder before
turning back to face him. He raises his free hand and promptly flips Rick off,
smiling all the while as Michonne grabs his hand dangling off her shoulder.
Rick scoffs loudly, smirking to himself before he turns back
out toward the outer fence, “Fucker.” He sighs, his blues scanning the trees
and grass for more of their dead friends. He bites the inside of his mouth as
he focuses in on nothing at all. Glenn’s words float around his brain for a few
minutes before he clicks his teeth and sighs heavily. He throws his rifle over
his shoulder and heads for the ladder, starting his decent. He moves inside the
prison, finding them all in the common area, pulling out bowls and cups as
Carol starts on lunch for the hungry, rowdy warriors.
Rick leans the rifle against the wall and heads toward Carl,
who is butted up right next to Michonne. He rests his hand on his boys’
shoulder and clears his throat, grabbing both of their attention. She glances
at him, quickly, but before she can look away, “Hey,” He pipes up, although
lowly, as he drops his eyes some before he makes direct contact again.
“Hey.” She answers briskly, pushing her eyes away from him
to grab her katana and standing up to walk away.
“How was the trip?”
She stops, shooting her eyes back toward him, “Um, good.”
She says, nodding her head slowly, “Really good.”
“Good,” He answers, nodding his head as well, “Glad to have
She smirks a little, just a little, and puts her katana back
down. She climbs back onto the picnic table they dragged inside and resumes her
spot next to Carl as Rick sits to join them, “Thanks.” She says after a few beats.
Glenn watches the pair closely, smiling widely as he elbows
Maggie and pushes his chin toward the two of them once he has her attention, “I
am so good.” He says, dusting off his shoulder with his hand.