fires, chapter one
Fandom: The Walking Dead
Pairing: Rick x Michonne
Summary: "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.
Author’s Note: So I was going to post this as a one-shot, but it was getting too long. The first chapter is a series of post-episode vignettes for 7x04, 7x05, 7x08, and 7x09. Then the second chapter will go into what we haven’t seen yet, all spoilers disregarded and purely based on my imagination.
Apart from those first two episodes, I’m going to do my best from stay away from too much angst, because I’ve written a lot of it and I honestly think, now that they’re on the same page, Rick and Michonne have turned a corner and will be able to find happiness despite their circumstances.
Love and thanks to
you all, xoxo.
CHAPTER ONE: LUMINESCENCE
She sees him differently, now.
Not in the way he fears, of course. Not in the way that shines in his eyes when Negan comes to visit them, as he is forced to stand there holding his awful bat while that fiend laughs. As he watches strangers confiscate what his family’s worked so hard for without a second thought.
Not in the way that puts a quiver in his voice whenever he must stand in front of his community, in front of these people who ignore him when he succeeds and hate him when he fails, and tell them that this is the way it is now, there’s no second chances, there’s no other option, there’s no way out. When his son glares at him as he tries to get through his young, rebellious mind that this is way it is now and everyone has to accept it, because there’s no going back. When he stares at her with hollow eyes and mumbles that this is the way it is now, that they can’t fight, that they don’t have the numbers and they’d never win.
Not in the way that slumps his shoulders when it is late and dark and they are alone, when he can barely look at her because he’s afraid of what she’ll think and he’s afraid of what he’ll see in her eyes.
Not in the way that etches lines in his face that cry out to her when the two of them are draped in silence.