red dirt roads

Recommended Reading: Richonne Edition Part Seven

Here’s another quick list of some Richonne fics. Enjoy!
(Part 1  here, part 2  here, part 3 here , part 4 here, part 5 here and part 6)

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 Reign  TheBaeTide 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

Contractions of the HeartBy: Richonne4Life    Richonne. Michonne is a surrogate for Rick & Lori; Lori can’t handle reality; Rick is a lovesick fool; Richonne eventually rises.

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 Eyes  TheBaeTide 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_Gudgrrl  Judith’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  By: blacklitchick Rick and Michonne enjoy some down time after the events of the mid-season finale.

Must’ve Been Somethin’ Else, Then  by idcabtthisish  This is a collection of Richonne one-shots.

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.)  

No Rest for the Gifted  by  Nattah_Gudgrrl   One Shot Michonne is insatiable. Can Rick keep up?(uhh… duh)             

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.

Whisper  by  charrrmed  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.       

nytimes.com
On Parched Navajo Reservation, ‘Water Lady’ Brings Liquid Gold
Darlene Arviso delivers clean water to people on a reservation where one-third of the roughly 50,000 households lack it.
By Fernanda Santos

Excerpt:

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.

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Autumn Lane by cg photography

anonymous asked:

This hiatus is going to be soooo looooong!!!!!! Do you have any fic recs for me to pass the time? I'm reading Red Dirt Road and it's amazing. What are you reading?

Ugh! Tell me about it! LOL How can I wait that long to see my lovelies again? 

As for what I’m reading, there’s so many great Richonne fics out there, and have only had time to read a few :(

Here’s what I’ve checked out recently:

A Million Years by @harlequinn823: it’s really well written and such a heartwarming story. I wanted more as soon as I finished. This is the author’s first Richonne fic, so please do leave feedback.

We’re the Ones Who Live by @lovedmoviesb: a nice collection of Richonne one-shots that are beautifully crafted.

8 Days at the Kingdom by @richonnelandfill: full of wonderfully steamy Richonne scenes. Also, the descriptions of the Kingdom are so lively; it’s great.

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 have a list of fics I need to read from @cranesinthe-sky; @chezza3009; @cake-by-thepound; @meanprincesa; @pennylane714; and others who’ve updated/posted recently. You should check their pages out as well.

P.S. Thanks for your support and readership of my stories! You are appreciated.

noxian-rose  asked:

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- Mun Facts -

- 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.

Things I think of when I think of the signs
  • Aries: bonfires, skydiving, volcanoes, rollercoasters, tigers, road rage, spontaneous adventures
  • Taurus: mountains, statues, rainy days, hot fudge sundaes, red wine, dirt roads, movie nights with friends
  • Gemini: birds, hard liquor, rubix cubes, ocean breeze, house parties, reflections, dandelions
  • Cancer: warm blankets, fireplaces, hot apple cider, freshly baked bread, hand-knit sweaters, humming a familiar tune
  • Leo: ferraris, gold, big cities, fedoras, lightning, disco balls, starry skies, high heels
  • Virgo: old books, forests, museums, log cabins, black coffee, vinyl records, oxford shoes
  • Libra: diamonds, velvet, lip gloss, sapphires, bubblegum, elegant gowns, champagne, calm waves
  • Scorpio: blood, daggers, red lipstick, horror films, halloween, plunging necklines, secrets, gothic cathedrals
  • Sagittarius: cliffs, airplanes, hiking, salty pretzels, flannel shirts, vintage leather jackets
  • Capricorn: icicles, freshly washed clothes, corn fields, thistles, horseback riding, sunrise, snow cones
  • Aquarius: clouds, flat caps, spaceships, ferry rides, finger painting, glow sticks
  • Pisces: rainbows, jumpropes, charm bracelets, spun sugar, karma, unicorns, pixie dust, dreams

anonymous asked:

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.

msantisocial  asked:

Can you help me find multi chapter fics where Rick and Michonne are in high school or college?

Hi @clearlyatomicunknown :)

We hope some of these help with your search :

 Happy Reading!

anonymous asked:

I was wondering if you guys had any recommendations for fics where Rick and Michonne are kids/teenagers and or grow up together. That sort of thing. Thank you for your time!

Hi there anon.  Thanks for the request.  We have some recommendations for you and if anyone else would like to add to this list, please feel free to do so. 

Red Dirt Road by @siancore

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12031972/1/Red-Dirt-Road

Girl Next Door by @sunflowerdope

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12087698/1/Girl-Next-Door

Always You by @severelybabykryptonite

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11179742/37/Richonne-Short-Love-Stories

Relationship Sense by @lyraverse

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11015618/1/Relationship-Sense

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.

Thud!

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 recipes.

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 Rick now.

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.  

Judge Johnson,” 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 eyes.

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’ shellcrackers.”

“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 said yes.

“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?

Thanks for checking this out.

Inside Big Chocolate's Child Labor Problem
 by Brian O'Keefe Photographs by Benjamin Lowy

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 school.”

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 his hand.

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.”…….

Continued at:- http://fortune.com/big-chocolate-child-labor/

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!