“Rick, you’ve asked me that at least a dozen times now.”
I still haven’t gotten a convincing answer, Michonne,” he implored. His blue eyes
seemed to glow preternaturally in the low light of his bedroom. Their bedroom, she realized with a start.
sooner we do this, the sooner it will be over with,” she lowered
herself nervously to the bed, layers of tulle and lace gathering beneath
her. She would never have chosen such a garish dress for herself.
Unfortunately, her input had mattered little when it came to the subject
of her wedding. The man in front of her, her husband, had been vetted
and selected with careful consideration. Both his parents and hers were
in complete agreement as to their compatibility. She had only met him a
handful of times before, on trades and group runs. They’d never
exchanged more than a few words at a time.
“We don’t have
to do anything,” his twang was unfamiliar to her ears, but oddly
comforting nonetheless. He sat beside her, his tuxedo clad leg brushing
“Except get married,” she did not mean to say it, but the words slipped from her lips before she could stop them.
Surprisingly, he laughed, the mirth evident on his face. “Crazy world, ain’t it?”
was inclined to agree. Still, insulting the man she was meant to spend
her life with did not seem like the best option. “I didn’t mean to
“No offense taken,” he assured her, loosening his tie. He
had tanned, calloused hands, the hands of a man who was used to working
outside. The sight of them was reassuring. Perhaps he would not mind
her callouses. “My parents said they used to do things like this in some
places in the world, even before the turn.” He continued, studying the
tie that was now draped across his lap.
“Apparently, it was
effective,” Michonne smiled gently at him. “Otherwise, why continue it?”
She fiddled nervously with her own fingers, suddenly wanting to be rid
of the dress, back with the familiar weight of her katana swung across
“We have to repopulate the world. I guess it takes some
coercing,” Rick chuckled wryly to himself. “Still, they could have given
us a moment.”
“Sometimes we don’t get a moment, not in this
world.” Michonne did not know why, but she was echoing the argument her
mother had used against her when this plan had been announced.
guess that’s true,” Rick looked thoughtful. “Still, we don’t have to get
started on it tonight. Not if you don’t want to.” Michonne studied him.
She’d never much looked at him in their limited interactions before
now. There was little time to focus on anything but survival when you
were outside of the walls of any settlement. Rick had always handled
himself confidently on the road. She saw now that his confidence
extended beyond just work.
“Would you want to?” Michonne
questioned him, amused by his seeming lack of nerves. She was impressed,
truth be told. He was handling the situation with a grace she admired.
She imagined he could have had his pick of Alexandrian women. Now, he
was hers. He did not seem bothered by it.
Rick shrugged, a slight
blush creeping up his lightly stubbled cheeks. He’d been clean shaven
this morning when they said their vows. All four communities had shown
up, bells on. It wasn’t every day that the communities intermarried, and
certainly not two people who were so prominent. Still, prestige had not
earned Michonne the right to pick her own partner. She’d been paired
with a fighter as strong as she was, at least according to her parents.
Rick was a survivor. Now, they would start a new generation of
“It wouldn’t be so bad,” he grinned lightly at her, his
eyes raking teasingly over her. She flushed beneath her dark skin, but
couldn’t help her amusement.