~Something You Wear: From Rick to Michonne~

Michonne examined the wrapped box in her lap wondering if Rick had gotten the cashmere sweater she’d put on her list…or maybe the leather joggers.

I hope it’s the joggers. I have an off-the-shoulder sweater that would look so good with them.

“Michonne?”

“Huh?”

“I really need you to open your gift.”

Michonne smiled at Rick seated across from her. His knee was nervously bouncing up and down.

“You’re a little anxious, aren’t you? I’m sure I’ll love whatever it is you got me.”

“I sure hope so.”

Michonne turned her attention back to the gift. She tore open the paper and removed the top of the gift box. She pushed the tissue aside and found a piece of paper with the word “Grimes” written on it.

Michonne stared at the paper in confusion. “Um…Rick, how am I supposed to wear your last name?”

“Well, you start by wearing this.”

Michonne looked up to see Rick now down on one knee, holding out an open ring box.

“Rick?!”

“Michonne, I had all these things I practiced to say but I can’t remember even one word. And, honestly, the only word that really matters right now is the one you say after I ask you this question.”

Rick took a fortifying breath.

“Michonne, will you marry me?”

Momentarily speechless, all Michonne could do was nod through her tears before she found her voice. “Yes! Yes, Rick, of course I’ll marry you!”

Rick hopped up and placed the sparkling solitaire on Michonne’s finger before gathering his new fiancée into an embrace and celebratory kiss.

The couple snuggled together on the couch, each lost in their own blissful thoughts.

“Rick, I cannot believe you. How long have you been planning this?”

“Well, I’ve been planning to marry you since the day we first met.”

Michonne laughed. “Rick, we met on the first day of kindergarten twenty years ago.”

“And I knew twenty years ago that I was gonna marry you.  But I’ve been planning on proposing for a few months now. I wanted to have something big with all of our family and friends around but with everything that’s going on right now…”

“No, this is perfect.” Michonne held up the paper from the box and looked at Rick. “Michonne Grimes, huh?”

“Yeah, I know you’ll wear it well.”

Michonne nodded. “I will because it’s a perfect fit…just like us.”

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Rick and Michonne / black and white side profiles.  Lost love, *emo song plays*

Remember how Team Family found out Rick and Michonne were together because they caught them coming out of Rick’s bedroom half dressed and everyone was looking awkwardly at one another? Like, what kind of fanfic shit? I love it.

Happy Birthday Andrew Lincoln!

Please enjoy some Richonne Birthday fluff. Michonne mixes up something special for the love of her life. 

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And enjoy a short excerpt: 

Michonne stole out of bed before the sun, leaving her lover beneath the sheets. Rick sighed as she moved, reaching out a calloused hand towards her. He gripped only empty sheets. Michonne leaned down, brushing a kiss along his brow to soothe him. 

“I’ll be right back, baby,” she promised. 

“Good,” Rick mumbled without opening his eyes. He caught her hand in his own, pressing his lips to her sleep-warmed skin. 

Happy Birthday to the incomparable Andrew Lincoln, still the best leading man and ship captain ever!

Happy Birthday Andrew Lincoln [September 14th, 1973]

Fall - by Poet Rick for His Michonne

Poet Rick has it bad… ❤️❤️❤️🥰

Chapter 3

maggie: rick, do you like michonne or something?

rick: what? h-haha no, what makes you think that?

maggie:

maggie: i saw you carve 'M+R forever' on a tree yesterdary

rick, sweating: i- uh- the M+R stands for murder and.. and rainbows. yeah. that's it.

Virtual Learning

Professor Rick Grimes and Professor Michonne Hawthorne Team Up to teach a Virtual History class and sparks fly. 

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And enjoy a sneak peek:

To: mhawthorne@spelman.edu

Subject: Good Morning

Morning Michonne,

Guess I couldn’t hang as well as I thought. I woke up around 1 in the morning to Carl throwing a blanket over me. Dragged myself to bed, but my back is screaming from laying with my laptop on my chest for hours. Getting old is no fun. 

I went through your list over breakfast. Is it color-coded Michonne? What kind of masochist uses this many tabs in Excel? 

I found a book that I wanted to try. It’s been sitting on my nightstand for years, and it’s at the top of your list (Tab 2: Sci-Fi Favorites, Row 3). 

Unconventional booklist aside, Kindred is PHENOMENAL. It’s not often I read fiction these days. I’m going to have to pick up more Butler for sure once I finish that one. 

Are we on today at noon? Maybe we can multi-task and do lunch while we work. 

Let me know, 

Rick

PS: I have the Bruce Lee box set. What kind of amateur watches cable?

To: rgrimes@gatech.edu

Subject: Re: Good Morning

Rick,

Not only did I wake up to your judgment-ridden email, but there was a delightfully polite young man at my door, dropping off food. Thrilled as I am to receive food at any time, you can’t imagine my surprise at the name on the receipt. I suppose I can’t turn down your invitation to a working lunch when you so considerately send the lunch ahead of time. 

Also, it’s alright to be jealous of my cataloging skills. I know it can be a lot when you lay eyes on perfection for the first time. Rest assured, the shock will pass. 

Welcome to the wonderful world of Octavia Butler. Can’t wait to chat about it. 

See you soon,

Michonne

PS: That’s tough talk from an educator who couldn’t figure out how to unmute himself on Zoom

To: mhawthorne@spelman.edu

Subject: Re:Re: Good Morning

Michonne,

Pretty sure I’ve seen perfection before, and it wasn’t this spreadsheet. Feel free to tell yourself what you need to. 

Can’t wait to chat,

Rick

PS: Touche 

danaigurira: How do you honor a king? Reeling from the loss of my colleague, my friend, my brother. Struggling for words. Nothing feels adequate. I always marveled at how special Chadwick was. Such a pure hearted, profoundly generous, regal, fun guy. My entire job as Okoye was to respect and protect a king. Honor his leadership. Chadwick made that job profoundly easy. He was the epitome of kindness, elegance, diligence and grace. On many an occasion I would think how thankful I was that he was the leading man I was working closely with. A true class act. And so perfectly equipped to take on the responsibility of leading the franchise that changed everything for Black representation.

He made everyone feel loved, heard and seen. He played great, iconic roles because he possessed inside of himself that connection to greatness to be able to so richly bring them to life. He had a heroic spirit, and marched to the beat of his own drum; hence his excellence as an artist and the incredible courage and determination as he faced life’s challenges; while still guiding us all.

He was zen and sweet and funny (with the very best laugh), attentive, and truly, truly, good. I can’t even wrap my mind around this loss. A loss resonating in my own heart as well as around the globe. The children he inspired, my heart aches for them, to lose their hero just as they finally found him. I am so thankful to have taken the Black Panther journey with him. To have known him, spent time in his light and leadership and to call him forever a friend.

Lala Ngoxolo Kumkani.

I’ll see you soon.