7 Days by twriter12 AU. It’s been almost a year since the
survivors arrived in Alexandria. In safety and comfort, Rick starts a
new life with Michonne. That happiness is threatened when Rick awakes
from an injury and doesn’t remember his new life.
The Art of Control by avintagekiss24
Maggie Greene has always been Michonne’s
Achilles heel. Whatever the green eyed beauty wants, Michonne usually
gives. So, when Maggie suggests a night out at one of her famous social
mixers, Michonne obliges. Unbeknownst to all, a blue eyed stranger will
shift her actuality from distinct to obscure. Limits will be tested,
desires will be realized, and no one will be left the same.
Bad Thangs by kendrawriter32 Rick and Michonne are putting the pieces back together after
the walker herd hit Alexandria hard, and the losses it brought them.
With Maggie pregnant and the future for them all to consider, Michonne
knows exactly what she wants, and so does Rick. They want each other.
And they will have each other. In as many ways, on as many surfaces, in
as many positions as they can get each other. The only question is who
they’ll hurt, and what plans they’ll derail, in the process. Richonne
smut, with a dash of angsty romance, stirred in with some plot. Enjoy!
Before The ReignTheBaeTide
Set Before ‘Sympathy for the Devil’ and
long before 'Just Call me Lucifer’, this is the story of how Rick
obsessed Rick and flawless Michonne came to be, starting from their
first encounter. AU. No Walkers
Epic Love By: 2violetflower15
Rick and Michonne navigate their way through an unexpected pregnancy. (Set post 6x16, about 4 months after the couch scene.)
Fires by reciprocityfic “Because sometimes fires burn to make
way for something new…something beautiful.” The evolution of Rick and
Michonne’s relationship throughout the course of season seven.
Girls With Brown EyesTheBaeTide
Rick has been stuck in an undesirable
position with his wife for months, and just as it begins to take its
tole on him, he finds a reason to try happiness, over torture
The Great Wait by Nattah_GudgrrlJudith’s baby monitor spills the beans about Rick’s secret feelings for Michonne…Happiness for all my favorite characters! (because I’m a sap who
can’t deal with tragedy very well) Ending with Richonne’s first time.
(Because I need more swirl in my life) Kill me.
Law & Order by love.devil.movies.baby
It was just a normal day at the office
until Michonne looked out the window to see two police officers brawling
in the street. Now she feels compelled to help out the handsome cop
who’s fighting for custody with his cheating wife and best friend. It
should have been a straight forward case, but she and Rick seem to be
spending more time together than necessary…Richonne AU
Me & You
Rick and Michonne enjoy some down time after the events of the mid-season finale.
My Best Friend’s Wedding by cakeby_thepound
Michonne and Rick recently ended a seven-year relationship, and now,
Glenn and Maggie’s wedding is forcing them back together for the first
time since the last time. (Richonne AU.)
Palm Trees by cakeby_thepound
Rick and Michonne have been friends for years. They’ve seen one another
through everything – marriage, divorce, new life, and even death. Now,
as they look to leave the past behind, an island getaway with their
closest friends may prove to be a second chance at life. And a first
chance at romance… if they’re willing to take it. (Richonne AU.)
Red Dirt Road by Siancore AU Richonne. This is focused on teenaged
Richonne. Set in rural Georgia where Michonne has been spending her
summer vacation visiting with family. Both she and Rick meet one day on
Old Route 3 and a surprising friendship blossoms.
Ride by cakeby_thepound
“Every April, the county fair would come into town with a setup like
this,” Rick fondly recalled, surveying the scene around him. He and
Michonne had stumbled onto what was once the campus of a middle school,
where a small carnival had been constructed in its parking lot. They
were supposed to be on a weapons run, but in reality, it’d turned into a
search for anything useful. And if nothing else, schools tended to have
plenty of bathroom tissue and cafeteria food. “We would take Carl,” he
went on to say. “Make a whole weekend out of it.
Seven Days by RickRhymes "She knew, in her gut, if she started
something with Rick, it wasn’t going to end with a one night stand. For
either of them.” Richonne short story. Pre-apocalypse AU.
Something New by dimples33 Ghanaian Princess Michonne Edo Okeke
comes to the US to meet her betrothed Prince Desmond Umaze and to
further her studies and falls in love with another man. (Rick, Michonne,
Lori, Andrea, Maggie, Sasha, Daryl, Shane and others.) AU, No walkers.
After surviving a herd and an explosion with Rick, Michonne feels alive.
Rick, on the other hand, is preoccupied with what could’ve gone wrong.
Despite being constrained by an occupied car, Michonne decides to give
him some of her optimism. Set in 6x09 Rock in the Road.
The yellow truck slogged along the red-dirt roads in this impoverished corner of the Navajo reservation last week, its belly full of water — liquid gold in a treasure chest on wheels. The truck’s driver, Darlene Arviso, steered it patiently, up, down and around pockmarks chiseled on the ground by a recent downpour.
Her job is simple: She brings clean water to people who have none of it at home. One-third of the roughly 50,000 households on the Navajo reservation face this problem, one of the highest concentrations of water-poor homes in the country. A multiyear drought has only made it worse.
Scientists behind the National Climate Assessment, a major report measuring the effects of climate change in the United States, heard Navajo elders speak of a perceptible decline in snowfall over the years and the gradual disappearance of streams, lakes and shallow wells atop the flat-topped mesas that dot the reservation.
Humidity by @nyese3529: a really fun, playful Richonne College AU. Definite page-turner with a lot of laughs. I’m hooked!
Skanky Jadis by @yellehughes: this is hilariously good. It’s a unique take on the “I lay with him after” scene with the funniest internal dialogue I’ve read in ages.
Mama by @sneetchstar: fluffy and lovely Richonne Grimes family fic. It’s oh so cute. I’m getting teary-eyed thinking about it! Ha!
The Note by @severelybabykryptonite: this is an adorable Richonne High School AU. I could not stop reading it. I read it again when I went to get the link just now! SBK ALWAYS delivers the goods.
El Paso by @rubducked: this is one of the most unique AU fics I’ve read. It’s so well-written that you feel as if you’re right there in the story. Very smart; very engaging. @rubducked is one of the premier wordsmiths in the fandom right now.
Queen of Anything by @birdnmouse: gorgeous glimpses into canon Richonne and their interactions. At times funny, playful and touching. Very well-written. @birdnmouse gifts us with with absolute Richonne gold.
Girls Night by @tearrag: this is the author’s first ever fic. It’s funny and has a unique take on our faves getting together and sharing in laughs and drinks. If you read this, remember to leave some feedback and encouragement :)
- I suppose this is an irony, but while I am a staunch gun control supporter, I have a great passion for musket and powder-based firearms. I suppose it came with my love for historical studies, but flintlocks, doglocks, matchlocks and percussion cap guns hold my interest. It’s almost an art form to properly load one, and the satisfaction of smoke from the barrel is something that I enjoy when I go hunting.
- I love photography. I first picked it up as a elective at school, but after my trip outback, I fell in love with the Australian landscape. Red dirt roads, papers thrown high by the morning gusts, coodamundra wattle and red gums growing from cracked ochre and amber. It’s beautiful, and every photo simply strengthens my love for this dear old land.
I just finished reading Red Dirt Road and wanted to tell you: it's AMAZING! Please tell me that you are somewhere writing the next Great Novel™. For someone who doesn't have a southern grandma, you have the voice down pat and have me yearning for the days when I was young and thought my grandma hung the moon. Everything about this story is spot on southern, small town living. Thank you for sharing your talent with us!
Firstly: Awwwwwww I’m getting all teary-eyed because of what you said about your Grandma. That’s so sweet :’)
Secondly, thank you so much! You know, I put a lot of time and effort into getting the voices of the characters right; not just our favourites, but the OCs as well. I love Pattie. She’s funny and stern and kind. It’s been great thinking about her as a character and what she means to young Michonne. I’m so relieved I’ve been able to build their relationship.
I’m glad that this story has been so well received. I’ve gotten some really helpful feedback about it and, like I’ve said before, it’s been fun to write. For me, setting is important as it should enhance the story and make the reader feel like they are immersed, so I’m stoked I was able to get that Southern feel right.
As for writing the next Great Novel. Wow! You’re way too kind to me. I’d love to write more; I just need to find the time. I’d love to travel far and wide, meet people, and just listen to their stories. That would be amazing and inspiring.
Thanks for the feedback and for supporting this story. It means the world to me.
That summer I turned a corner in my soul down that Red Dirt Road…
A soft, cool breeze swept through Main Street of the sleepy
town; by the time it had reached the front of the quaint church, young Rick
Grimes was already feeling his garments he referred to as his Sunday best
clinging to his form. The Georgian sun was already relentlessly beating down on
the group of church goers though it was still well before noon. Rick stood
quietly as his mother, Sheila spoke to one of her acquaintances from one of the
many clubs she belonged to. He was waiting for her to say that it was all right
for him and his younger brother, Jeff to return home on their own.
Sheila watched her husband Gene as he stood making
conversation with a group of his friends and Rick watched them both.
Rick felt a dull pain course through his upper arm from
where the bony fist had made contact; he turned his head quickly to see Jeff
retreating quickly with a devilish grin on his face. Instinctively, Rick ran
after his brother and caught him near where the church belltower stood
defiantly against the backdrop of the blue, cloudless sky.
He caught the younger Grimes by the sleeve of his dress
shirt and slung him to the ground.
“Asshole,” said Rick as he pummelled Jeff’s arm with punches
of his own.
“Ow! I’m tellin’ Mama you’ve cussin’ in the church yard!” he
squealed, causing Rick to let go of him and cease his assault.
“Jerk,” said Rick. “You ain’t walkin’ home with me or coming fishin’. You can go with Mama
to her tea party.”
Jeff screwed up his face, “Sorry, Rick.”
“Too late for sorry,”
Rick answered as he began to walk back towards their mother.
“Please, I don’t wanna go to no stupid tea party,” the boy
pleaded. “I’m sorry.”
“Well don’t come and sucker punch me, asshole,” Rick whispered.
“Sorry,” said Jeff once more. “Please let me come with you.”
Rick sighed and looked at his brother; he may have been
annoying, but there was no way he would let him suffer through one of the
stuffy, boring gatherings that their mother frequented on Sundays. Besides, he
still needed someone to help carry the fishing gear down to the river; they
would need to walk since Rick did not have a car of his own yet.
“Okay,” Rick offered. “But stop bein’ so annoying.”
Michonne searched through the kitchen drawers and cupboards
for something that she could use as a container for the ingredients she was
going to gather. It was one of the things she loved the most about spending the
summers with her grandparents in rural Georgia; the abundance of fresh fruit
and vegetables. Living in Atlanta meant that she did not get to spend a lazy
Sunday morning picking produce that she could use later in one of her grandmother’s
She found a small plastic container under the sink; she held
it up before shaking her head after realizing it would not hold half of the
items she was set on procuring.
“Here,’ said her grandmother Pattie as she held out a small
brown basket. “This should do just fine.”
“Thank you, Gramma,” she answered, before kissing her cheek
and rushing towards the door.
“Michonne,” Pattie called out. “Where you think you’re goin’
dressed like that? You better get changed outta those church clothes before you
leave this house.”
The teenager stopped in her tracks and offered her
grandmother an apologetic look.
“Yes, ma’am,” she replied before placing the basket down on
the counter and running upstairs to her room.
The hard ground was rough against Rick’s bare feet as the boy
raced his younger brother along the red dirt road. The first one to reach
Johnson’s fence was declared the winner and could annoy the other sibling for
the rest of the day. Rick almost always won. This time, however, he let Jeff
speed by him and come to a halt at the old wooden fence. Rick stopped and
slipped his shoes back on and rolled the legs of his pants down before
approaching the scene.
There was a girl who was inside of the yard and squatting
down low; she looked to be a year or two younger than Rick and had dark skin
that seemed to be shimmering in the daylight; her hair was pulled back tightly
from her face.
“What ya doin’?” asked Jeff as the girl looked up at them.
“Pickin’ blackberries,” she replied in a matter-of-fact way
and continued doing what she was doing.
“You can’t be in there,” Jeff said, pointing towards her.
“That ain’t your property.”
Rick placed one of his now covered feet on the bottom of the
fence and leaned on it as he watched the teenaged girl curiously.
“Who says it isn’t?” she replied, turning her attention to
Her eyes were as dark as the midnight sky, and just as
pretty; Rick felt his face flush warm so he looked away.
“This property belongs to Mr Johnson,” Jeff said sternly.
the girl corrected.
“Yeah well, we ain’t technical around here,” Jeff responded.
“Oh really? Seems like you’re gettin’ pretty technical to
me,” she countered.
Jeff rolled his eyes, “Tell her, Rick. She can’t be in there
and she can’t be takin’ Mr Judge Johnson’s berries.”
“Is this kid always so annoying, Rick?” she asked, straightening her posture and looking into Rick’s
Rick felt his heart rate begin to quicken as his mouth grew
dry; he cleared his throat and moved from where he had leaned against the
fence. He wiped his hands on his trousers before hooking his thumb into his
belt and tilting his head to the side.
“He may be annoyin’, but he’s right; you can’t be in there
takin’ other peoples’ property, even if they are growin’ wild,” he surmised.
She snorted and then laughed, “What, are you the law around
here or somethin’?”
Now Rick felt annoyed by her laughing at him; “No,” he
replied, but could not think of anything else to say.
Michonne rolled her eyes and then went back to picking her
berries before saying to the brothers, “Run along now, Sheriff; and take your
annoying little Deputy with you.”
Jeff poked his tongue out at the older girl who was too busy
with gathering the blackberries to notice. Rick turned slowly and began to walk
away; he made it a few paces down the red dirt road before looking over his
shoulder at her. As their eyes met once more, she held his gaze until he
stumbled over the lose road underfoot and had to watch his steps.
The sun had just begun the last leg of its journey for the
day and Rick felt his stomach growl from hunger. He and Jeff had continued fishing
past lunch and from the emptiness Rick felt it was probably time for them to
venture home and find something to eat.
“You hungry?” asked Rick; Jeff turned to face his brother
and then nodded. “We should get goin’ then.”
“Okay,” said Jeff as he started to reel his line in.
“Grab the net,” Rick requested as he started to pack away
the bait, knives and other fishing gear that they had taken with them. “I got
the other stuff.”
Once they were ready to leave their fishing spot, the boys
cut through the thick greenery and made their way up to the highway. They would
walk a mile, not going near town, until they reached Old Route 3. Their home
was somewhere in the middle of the dirt road that linked many of the farming
properties. Rick’s family had owned a dairy farm in King County for five
generations and his father still tended it, though he did not think he would
like to go into the family business. Rick had other plans.
The older of the Grimes boys had the net slung over his
shoulder and it bounced against his back; the two medium-sized redear sunfish
that they had gutted and cleaned by the water’s edge lay lifeless at the base
of the net. Both boys smelled of fish and their clothes and shoes were soiled
by specks of dry mud; Rick planned on going home, cleaning himself up and then cooking
the fish. They stopped a moment as Jeff needed to remove a stone from his
sneaker. Rick urged him to move to the roadside as he heard a vehicle
approaching; it stopped beside them and when the dust settled a smiling Mr
Johnson rolled down his window.
“Hello there, Rick, Jeffrey. Been down by the river today?”
he asked as Rick greeted him amicably.
“Yes, sir,” Rick answered. “Only caught a couple o’
“Well you let me know if you get any catfish,” said Mr
Johnson. “I’ll pay you twenty bucks for a couple of those. Mrs Johnson loves
cookin’ ‘em almost as much as I love eatin’ ‘em.”
“Yes, sir,” Rick replied with a smile. “I sure will.”
“You boys need a lift home?” the elderly gentleman asked,
before Rick could thank him for the offer but kindly decline, Jeff had already
“We’ll put your gear
in the trunk,” said Mr Johnson as he exited the vehicle and opened the trunk;
the boys placed their fishing poles and other things therein and went to get
into the car.
“Hop on in the back there,” Mr Johnson advised as the front passenger’s
seat was taken; Rick sat behind the old man and Jeff behind his passenger.
Rick wiped the sweat from his brow then suddenly felt his face
grow warm when he realized the girl whom they had met earlier was now sitting
in the front of the car staring back at him.
“Rick, Jeffrey,” Mr Johnson started. “This here’s my
granddaughter, Michonne. She’s stayin’ with us this summer.”
Next Time: Rick finds himself walking down the road in hopes of
running into Michonne again; he’s intrigued by her but is she in the mood for
running into him?
For a decade and a half, the big chocolate makers have
promised to end child labor in their industry—and have spent tens of
millions of dollars in the effort. But as of the latest estimate, 2.1
million West African children still do the dangerous and physically
taxing work of harvesting cocoa. What will it take to fix the problem?
The boy with the machete is watching us. We’re sitting in an SUV in
the middle of a rugged, red-dirt road about 10 miles outside the city of
Abengourou, in eastern Ivory Coast. It’s just after 8 a.m. on a
Saturday, and the early morning haze hasn’t yet burned off, so a mist
hangs over the fields around us. We’ve been slowly bumping along on our
way to meet some farmers in a nearby village called Appoisso but stop
for a moment to take in the scene. Suddenly the boy is standing right
next to us. He looks curious, but wary too.
We scramble out to greet him. In French my translator asks him his name. “Ibrahim Traoré,” he replies. How old is he? “Fifteen.”
Ibrahim is wearing ripped jeans, a worn, royal-blue Chelsea soccer shirt with the name of the team’s sponsor—Samsung—in
large white letters across the front, and the same kind of clear
plastic sandals that are everywhere in this part of West Africa. He
holds his dusty blade casually against his left hip.
There’s a sign behind him that appears to have been
erected by the Ivorian government as part of a campaign to educate
farmers about children’s rights. non it says in big, red letters. Then,
again in French: “The worst forms of child labor.” Below that is a
drawing of a young boy carrying a huge sack of cocoa beans with a big X
over it. Underneath is another sentence: “The place for children is in
Ibrahim tells us that he was born in Mali. He moved with
his father to Ivory Coast when he was little—he’s not sure exactly how
old he was—and he’s been working on cocoa farms ever since. What about
school? No, he says, he’s never been to school. Is the work he does
hard? “Yes,” he says deliberately. “It’s very hard.”
As we talk, a parade of younger boys, many holding
machetes as well, walk by on their way to the fields. Ibrahim allows his
eyes to follow them. After a few minutes he says it’s time for him to
go and marches after the other children, the machete swinging loosely in
For the $100 billion chocolate candy
industry, the story of Ibrahim represents a serious problem—one that it
has been vowing to fix for 15 years without great success, and which has
gained new urgency in recent months.
Child labor in West African cocoa farming
first became a cause célèbre around the turn of the century when a
number of pieces of investigative journalism focused the world’s
attention on the plight of children who had been trafficked to Ivory
Coast to farm cocoa, often from other former French colonies such as
Mali and Burkina Faso, and held as slave laborers. In a documentary that
aired on the BBC, filmmakers interviewed young boys in Ivory Coast who
said they’d been beaten and forced to work long hours without pay. One
who said he’d been working on a cocoa farm for five years was asked what
he thought about people enjoying chocolate in other parts of the world.
“They are enjoying something that I suffered to make,” the boy
answered. “They are eating my flesh.”…….
As a Richonne fic writer, there have been many situations I have put our faves through. All of them, I hope, is pleasing to my Dear Readers. If some of my supporters have been following my fic ‘Red Dirt Road’, I do hope you all are ready for another take on Richonne. Mainly fluff! In saying that, it’s always fun to write Michonne in the same universe as Shane! Lol I’m keen to hear your feedback once I post the latest update. That’s all I will say for now :) thanks again!