Richonne Marriage Proposal Headcanon
It’s the zombie apocalypse and times are tough - especially now with Negan around - but Rick Grimes is a good ol’ country boy tried and true, and God be damned if he doesn’t tie the knot and marry Michonne properly, one way or the other.
But, as its just been said, times are tough, and so Rick somehow getting his hands on two matching wedding bands is definitely out of the picture. Besides, Rick kept that old finger-fitted symbol of love and marriage in his back pocket for years as a constant reminder of Lori, using his wedding ring as an anchor to hold him in the past for far too long.
With Michonne, things would be different. Weightless. They hardly ever needed words to communicate, and they certainly didn’t need any old-world jewelry to communicate to the world what they meant to each other. The world could see that already, with everything as is.
But Rick was still gonna do it. He just was. It was in his blood, a necessity, something from Before that had stuck with him. And to do it, he wasn’t going to use anything other than his own two hands. Right here on this bed. Their bed.
“Michonne,” Rick asks, suddenly getting down on one knee in front of her as Michonne suspiciously follows him along with only her eyes, having been taken totally by surprise and still feeling a bit worried, being as she’s never seen Rick look this nervous before. They were fine just a second ago - talking, snuggling, the usual. What had gotten into him?
“Yes … ?”
“Will you marry me?” Rick’s confidence comes back with those four simple words, four words that sound so easy and right in his mouth.
Girlfriend and boyfriend just weren’t good enough words to sum up what these two were to each other, what they meant to each other. Husband and wife probably weren’t good enough, either, but hey - at least it was a start.
Michonne laughs as Rick flatly holds out one hand, palm up, before making a little circle with the thumb and forefinger of his other hand which he places on top: the box and the ring.
Then she sees the worry start to creep back into his face, as she suddenly realizes that she still hasn’t given him an answer yet, and nods her head in quick and rapid succession.
“I thought you’d never ask,” she says in confirmation, and everything about them appears giddy in that moment: Rick’s smile, Michonne’s laughter, the way he slides his makeshift ring onto her finger before she does the same for him.
“Mr. and Mrs. Grimes,” Rick laughs, quite frankly feeling as if all was right in the world, even though that was probably the farthest thing from the truth. “And we didn’t even need Father Gabriel to do it.”