Seven Day Challenge
“You know, you don’t always have to hang on to her every minute.”
Rick turned to glance over Rosita. The raven-haired woman was seated on her porch, squinting out at him from beneath her government issued hat.
“Michonne,” she nodded, tilting her chin in the direction in which Rick’s wife had just walked off. “She’s not going anywhere. You don’t have to hang onto her every second. You two are getting gross.”
“Gross?” Rick was more amused than anything by the diminutive woman’s statement, but he kept his face impassive.
“Always holding hands, kissing on each other,” she pulled a face. “It’s disgusting.”
“Didn’t realize you were watching us so closely,” Rick folded his arms over his chest, wishing that Michonne had lingered just a moment longer. He wanted to see her reaction.
“Don’t have to watch closely. Everyone sees you two slobbering all over each other.” Rosita raised one brow.
“No one else has complained,” Rick shrugged.
Rosita tilted her chin defiantly. “I bet you guys couldn’t go a week without touching each other,” she challenged.
“That’s a safe bet,” Rick cracked a salacious grin. If he was sleeping next to Michonne, he was sure to be touching her.
“What you get up to in your bedroom is up to you two. I’m talking about in public.” Rosita stood up, walking slowly to the edge of the porch steps. “7 days. If you can pull it off, I’ll cover your guard duty for a week.”
Rick paused, considering the possibility of a full week of nights with his family. “You’re on, Espinosa,” he nodded at her, turning off to walk back home.
“I’m getting everyone in on it,” Rosita called after him. “No touching! We’re watching you!”
“No touching?” Michonne paused, toothbrush midway to her mouth.
“No touching,” Rick confirmed, pulling his shoes off and kicking them beneath the bed.
“For a week?” she asked, disappearing back into the bathroom.
“7 days,” he nodded, flopping backwards onto the mattress.
“You think you can do that?” she shouted, peeking her head around the doorframe.
“Me?” he sat back up, glancing at her skeptically. “You’re the one always reaching for my hand.”
“Is that so?” Michonne emerged, wearing only his dark brown t-shirt. “Should be pretty easy then, since you won’t have to control yourself at all.” She smirked at him, tucking a loose loc behind her ear.
“Rosita will cover a week of shifts for me if I win,” his mouth had run dry, but he got out the most relevant information.
“A week?” Michonne crossed slowly over to him, intrigued.
“A week of nights at home,” he smiled, running his hands up the back of her thighs as she climbed on top of him.
“That’s some serious motivation to win,” she settled down in his lap, leaning forward over him.
“Lots of possibilities,” he agreed, running his hands upward beneath his borrowed shirt.
“There’s only one way to win this,” Michonne pursed her lips, glancing at him through a curtain of dark hair. “When does the bet start?”
“Tomorrow. She’s got everyone agreeing to watch us. Even Carl is in on it.” Rick rolled his eyes. Rosita was tenacious.
“So, that’s…ten hours?” Michonne twisted his arm gently to glance at his watch. “Think we can get in a week’s worth of touching?”
Rick grinned, smacking her bottom playfully. “We can do this.” Without preamble, he rolled her over. Michonne giggled, wrapping her legs around his waist, pressing her mouth against his.
“Are you kidding me? This is totally cheating!”
Rosita crossed her arms over her chest, regarding Michonne and Rick with a murderous expression.
“Maggie needs help at the Hilltop,” Michonne shrugged, adjusting her pack on her shoulders.
“Let me guess, for the next seven days?” Rosita sucked her teeth.
“Seven days seems like a good enough time to spend with our godson,” Rick nodded at his wife, stationed safely a few feet away.
“Seems fair,” Michonne agreed, smiling.
“Cheater,” Rosita smirked despite herself.
“Next time be more specific.” Rick chortled at her.
“Whatever,” Rosita shook her head. “Just kiss your wife goodbye.”
Grinning, Rick moved towards Michonne. Michonne burst out laughing, retreating a few steps.
“Rick,” she admonished.
“Right,” he stopped suddenly, cheeks flushing.
“I’ll see you in a week,” Michonne winked at him, waving as she departed through the gate, Aaron in tow. “Love you,” she blew him an exaggerated kiss.
“Love you too,” Rick smiled, already imagining an uninterrupted week with his wife.
Rosita watched them, looking equal parts irritated and amused. “Like I said,” she scoffed, already wandering off. “Disgusting.”