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Michonne + Cat 🐈 - TOWL s1.6 / TWD s7.10, s3.12
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#happy thanksgiving i brought dessert#Rick Grimes#*#rg#S6#F R E C K L E S#lol jk that's a whole buffet#michonne really got up and left.....more unrealistic than zombies walking around lbr#FUZZIES ✨#even his....no don't say it.....is nice i hate myself#there's that urge to rub up against something like a cat again#let me date myself and remind everyone other old about those terrible sticky hand toys you'd get from like quarter machines#that'd be my existence#my birthday is tomorrow and my sister's bf just gave me a $60 bottle of tequila i have to work tomorrow but whatev
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God, can you imagine what Rick would've been like if he'd been there for Michonne's pregnancy? He went to so much effort to find her toothpaste - and not just any sort, the exact flavour she said was her favourite - I can just see him off on a two day scavenger hunt just to bring her back a jar of olives she mentioned craving.
#richonne#that man loves to shower his wife with anything she desires#that cat sculpture#an 'm' necklace to replace the one she lost#because she mentioned never finding a 'michonne' souvenir#he's going to art and craft her a 'michonne' licence plate one day#candle lit dinner for their MRE's
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Walking Dead characters as warrior cats to make my old middle school self happy... If people like these I’ll make more. Feel free to request characters even haha
BTW im only on s5 right now
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What happens when you put a catboy and a cat lover in a room together?? It's gotta be my favourite page in my sketchbook ngl
Two of my favourite characters ong (also that was my first time drawing Michonne) -🦡
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#OK#i'll tag it bc i want attention#caryl#jesus twd#aaron twd#michonne hawthorne#andrea twd#idk those cats ship names 💀#uhhh#regan#the walking dead#my shit
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Last week Michonne passed away suddenly. It’s been tough watching Rosita grieve for her best friend
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« a TellTale’s TWD Rant on Michonne EP2 & EP3 !!Spoilers!! »
if Norma hadn’t of used the flare-gun in EP3, she wouldn’t of been ripped apart by zoms, and it would’ve made the whole hostage transaction go down a lot smoother on her part - it works out in favour of the player, thankfully. simply pointing out that Norma is a fuck-knuckle for not using her crew’s radios/walkie-talkies (previously established in EP2, and earlier in EP3, they have working radios/walkie-talkies that they’re actively use) to signal them.
don’t know how much more TellTale walker-plot convenience i can take before i commit crimes that only god himself can judge.
miau?
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These will be updated here and there. It’s likely that there’s some I won’t stick to when it comes to requests and even story ideas where they won’t fit.
He hates pickles. Anything that is green and smells that bad does not belong in the food section. But he loves pickled pigs feet.
He likes sex but can easily live without it.
He hasn’t been a virgin since his early teens (thanks to Merle and a handful of drug money)
It would take some serious, repeated encouragement and assurance (and a lot of time) before he’s comfortable having sex.
He is the type of guy that goes one step at a time, testing the waters. Making out, touching you, letting you touch him (slowly because his brain has been conditioned to flinch away). Everything would be through the clothes and then progress. Slow and steady wins the race.
He’s a switch. Sometimes, he wants all the say (so to speak) in the bedroom, watching you whimper and beg. Sometimes he just physically needs to give up control to balance the chaos.
Rarely, when he’s extremely needy, he wants you to tell him he’s a “good boy” and praise him for how incredible he makes you feel. He’d never ask for it but when you call him that on accident, his reaction was quite telling.
He can easily go from gentle to rough. He would never want to hurt you. Squeezing your throat, slapping your ass, teasing your breasts, or leaving love marks with his teeth absolutely do not count as hurting you.
Consent is a huge deal to him.
He’s always been quiet during anything sexual; On the rare occasions he talks, it’s reassurances and quiet, gentle praise. Otherwise, grunts and whimpers and low growls are what you get until he’s about to orgasm.
However, sometimes he’s just so wound up, so needy for you, that he can’t help but moan loudly or call your name.
He always tells you he’s close to or has already started cumming. No real rhyme or reason. Maybe just his way of letting you know that you took him there.
He has a genuine dislike of cats. He doesn’t hate them by any means but if he had to pick an animal that was secretly plotting world domination, it’d be cats.
He prefers boxer briefs.
The only name brand clothing he ever owned was underwear because his junk deserves only the best.
He’s superstitious, even if he pretends not to be.
He doesn’t like giving his significant other pet names beyond “sunshine,” “pipsqueak”, or “woman.” Things that you find endearing regardless. On rare occasions, he’ll use “doll” or “darlin’.”
He secretly adores when you call him “baby” or “sweetheart.” Pretty much any endearment that labels him as yours.
He rarely (but it does happen) says “I love you.” He’s more of an actions guy and if you say it first, he’ll usually only say “me too” or rub his knuckles over your jaw.
He can’t sleep if his feet are hot.
Spiders freak him out.
He hates showers, not because he just doesn’t like them. Being in a space with scars on display makes him feel vulnerable. The water touching the scars forces him to relive when he received them.
Contrary to popular belief, he does keep specific areas of his body acceptably clean, using the bathroom sink or river/lake/creek when he’s in the forest.
The dirt and grime that coat his skin is a grounding reminder of who he is, so he doesn’t completely lose himself in that dystopian world.
He has never hunted for sport, only for survival. He respects nature and what it provides.
He loves to read. His favorite book is The Outsiders.
He doesn't/wouldn't understand why his girl can't talk to him instead of a stranger. He would need some mental health education as the urging of Carol or Michonne before even remotely understanding. He wants to be supportive, first and foremost.
He fights tooth and nail to avoid getting "his head shrunk" but in the end, if it meant not losing his girl, he'd give in.
He is a horrible patient for physical ailments and even worse for mental ones.
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the rj name drop is going to be sooooo crazy the longer michonne holds off on it the more wild I’m picturing rick’s reaction. he’s got a boy again, after all this time he has a son 😭 they better not play around much longer I need that cat out of the bag right now
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i've been thinking about this ever since i watched the episode, but nothing will Ever highlight how incompatible rick/lori were more than watching rick/michonne together. because, like. he doesn't just... love her, right. like. yes he does love her, but he doesn't just say it. he romances her. truly. just... takes repeated, dedicated time to woo her properly even (and especially!) when they're already together. and there's something so genuine, so adoring and committed about that. and it's not just in towl either. he gets her ugly decorative cats, and he presses words of affirmation into her skin, and he's so devoted to loving her properly, it just makes me marvel at the absolute boredom of pre-apocalypse rick/lori. and the thing is, i don't even think he was a bad husband to her!! he tried so hard and she was a (great character but a) terrible wife!! but like. meeting / marrying michonne just awoke something so deep and romantic inside of him, i feel fully confident in saying that if lori could see him now, he would be completely unrecognizable to her. not even (only) because of the trauma. like she truly got the worst version of him, and the version she got was pretty damn good. it's just, like. ugh. like the love between rick and michonne runs so deep, it's fundamentally changed who they are and how they love and how dedicated they are to loving intentionally and that just. makes me. so insane. like god the power of good love i'm ill !!!!
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Folks out here either mad at Michonne or mad at Rick. It’s like y’all never watched S7. Admittedly the season was trash and led to me stepping away from the show, but the key points for what’s happening between Richonne now can be found there along with the show’s title.
It took the CRM 6 yrs to do to Rick what Negan did in one night and that’s break him to the point of accepting defeat. Man spent the first half of the season traumatized, frazzled and desperate to get TF to accept the way things were for their own safety.
Michonne saw the same heads get bashed, saw Carl almost lose his arm, etc but instead of it breaking her, it made her more angry and determined for them to take their lives back. And she was more than a little frustrated and angry with Rick because he wasn’t able to see how that was even possible.
Sound familiar??????
Bottom line, Michonne got her work cut out for her in ep 4. Because instead of the having the 2nd half of S7 to piece Rick’s confidence back together she’s probably only going to have one night, but the outcome will be the same. Except this time, instead of getting a cat sculpture, Rick’s prolly gonna give her Jadis’ head.
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Like many of us I'm doing a TWD rewatch, looking for all those pre-relationship moments, and a great little one in 4x01 is after Michonne arrives back at the prison -- there's a moment where Daryl tells her "Glad to see you're in one piece." HOWEVER, when he says that he turns to look directly at Rick. Who in turn quickly looks away, almost bashful.
You can just imagine what Daryl had to put up with, with Rick in those early days. So I had to fic it.
Rick never said the words aloud. He never outright said, "I'm worried about Michonne. I hope she's okay. I hope she comes back." He was never that obvious. But to someone like Daryl, a man naturally of few words himself, it was clear as day that their fearless leader was never fully relaxed whenever that smartass/badass - who was more than capable of taking care of herself - wasn't safely tucked away behind their walls.
But what Rick would say when she was gone was - "There was a herd moving south, right?" Where Michonne had last gone hung unspoken between them. And when Daryl answered Yeah, Rick would just place his hands on his hips and nod, jaw tight, as he scanned the perimeter of the compound as if waiting for someone to magically appear.
He would say - "There's a lot more bandits out there, roaming in packs. Isn't that what you said?" A grunt and a shrug from Daryl, and Rick would nod like they'd just had a conversation and go back to his farming, digging the shovel into the dirt with a bit more force than necessary, making a point to not look at the fence. They hadn't heard from Michonne in two weeks.
He would say - "Nights are getting cold," while standing outside at the communal kitchen, plate in hand, his gaze always drawn to the barely visable fence line. Daryl had hummed in agreement, fighting the urge to tell him that Michonne should be fine as she had pilfered his poncho, something Rick already knew.
And on one strange occasion he said, "Do you think we should get some more ... art? In here?"
This had stopped Daryl in his tracks. "What?"
Rick shrugged, perhaps a little sheepishly, but continued. "We have a library, potted flowers, even some toys and things for the kids. This is our home now. Thought ... maybe it could use a bit of ... brightening?"
Daryl just starred blankly. "You want me to, what? Bring back pictures?"
For a moment it looked as if Rick was about to finally say what was actually on his mind, before he instead gave a rueful smile and waved his hand in the air as if to dispel the conversation. "Nah, nah, never mind. It was just a thought."
He walked away, leaving an utterly perplexed Daryl behind who simply shrugged and went on his own way. It was only later that day as he passed by Michonne's empty cell did his eyes fall upon that weird colourful cat thing, the one that looked like it was about to start a fight. It was such a stupid, useless thing but Daryl remembered how Michonne had presented it to him with an air of triumph, as if it was the most gorgeous thing in the world. He didn't get it.
Did Rick really think that if he made the place more art-filled, Michonne might want to hang around longer? he wondered, then immediately dismissed the idea. Well, clearly not because he gave up before he started. Like with other things.
Only once had Daryl said the unsaid thing.
Almost everyone was asleep. Well, Carl was hid under his blankets reading comics and there were low conversational sounds coming from some darkened cell, but for the most part things were quiet.
And they were kept quiet by an exhausted Rick, pacing back and forth with a fussy Judith, bouncing her non-stop so her cries wouldn't awaken the entire community. He'd nodded to Daryl, who in turn took a moment to ask if he needed help putting Judith to sleep tonight.
"No, thankyou" said Rick tiredly. "I think she's pretty much worn herself out by now. Should be sound asleep soon."
"You too."
Rick sighed. "Yeah. I just ..." He shifted Judith a little, "Even when I do get to bed, I can't seem to stop thinking. Thinking of plans for the future, for the people we have in here. The people we bring in. How to protect everyone inside these walls. Keep our people safe despite ... well, despite everything." Rick looked at Daryl as if he might have the answers to those questions he hadn't quite asked.
All he could do was shrug. "We just try. Trust that we all know what we're doing. Lookout for everyone here. Not much more we can do, is there? Future don't care about anyone's plans."
Rick didn't look totally reassured, but he still smiled slightly as Daryl's efforts. "Yeah. I just worry, is all."
"I know." And as Daryl passed by he gripped Rick's shoulder and muttered, "Shouldn't worry so much. Michonne'll be back, all in one piece. You'll see."
And the man had the audacity to look confused, stuttering out, "Yeah, I know that, but - but I wasn't talking about Michonne, specifically. I'm not worried about her. She can take care of herself, I know that, and she always comes back, it's just ... with everything ..."
As he trailed off Daryl eyed Rick critically for a moment. He really thinks he's selling it, he thought, before giving a soft grunt that was akin to laughter and wandering off to bed, leaving a somewhat disconcerted Rick behind, gently bouncing a sleeping Judith.
And the very next day who should come riding through the gates but one Michonne, smiling, baring gifts and all in one piece, as Daryl made sure to point out to Rick, who's ears suddenly went bright red as if Michonne might somehow be able to figure out that they'd been taking about her just that night before.
But she didn't notice. She was too caught up in her almost obsessive search for the Governor and already planning her next venture out, unaware of Rick's barely suppressed disappointment or of the sigh that Daryl kept clenched behind his teeth as he tried to subtly talk her out of another long run. It wasn't her who was stuck with Rick and his wordless pining.
Because it was pining, even if he never said nothing. If they were in school Daryl might've suggested he pass her a note.
When she had quickly offered to go back out again with the rest of the scavenging party - even though, as Carl had said wistfully, she'd just got back - and Daryl could do nothing more than give Rick a comforting pat, grimacing slightly as the man's expression said exactly the same thing his son had vocalised.
God, this was going to wear thin soon.
Ah well. Wasn't like they had TV anymore.
#the walking dead#richonne#rick grimes#michonne grimes#daryl dixon#Heehee#just a spurt of fanfic on tumblr - haven't done that for a while. :)
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So we see Rick refer to Michonne as his wife, but we never explicitly got a proposal scene/marriage.
And we know that pre-apocalypse, Michonne was in a long-term relationship with a child but was not married. So I decided, because it amuses me, that Michonne was just not really into marriage as a concept- "A piece of paper doesn't define our love" type. Plus as a former lawyer, maybe she saw a bunch of miserable divorces and didn't want to be part of that.
However, Rick Grimes is a certified traditional country boy and wife guy so in my head he proposed to her every 52 hours and she was just like no??? What does that even mean anymore? Who is going to marry us? Gabriel?!? That fucking weirdo??? but eventually he wore her down and successfully proposed to her with a ring on the collar of yet another cat statue.
(If any fic authors want to run with this...I wouldn't be mad)
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Pockets of Peaceful Bliss
A little glimpse into small pre-canon moments between Rick and Michonne at the Prison. Based on this post by @myobsessionsspace
There was a lot to figure out after the run to King County, the reunion with Morgan, and finding a new and tentative balance with Michonne. Rick found himself wanting to seek her out, so he did. He found her where the guns they had secured were being cleaned, checked, and loaded. She was in the main communal space helping the other survivors. Rick entered the room and walked around inspecting the weapons – offering assistance when needed – but always his gaze found Michonne.
He watched as she cleaned and oiled one of the handguns, loaded its clip, and placed it aside. She was so studious in the work that she was doing. So focused on the task at hand. So willing to fight for Rick and his people. To earn her place amongst them. Carl had made the call: She was one of them. And Rick was relieved by that call, not that he understood why.
After Carol, Maggie, and a few others had finished what they were doing and left the space, Rick watched to make sure he and Michonne were alone before approaching her.
“How’re they lookin’?” Rick asked, gesturing toward the row of handguns Michonne had prepared.
“They’re good,” she replied, lifting her gaze to meet Rick’s eyes. “They’ll get the job done.”
Rick nodded his head and Michonne mirrored the action before she moved to walk away.
“Michonne,” he said quietly, causing her to stop in her tracks. “I just wanted to thank you again for today.”
She shrugged her shoulder, shook her head, and said, “You don’t have to thank me. Any one of us would’ve went on that run with you.”
Rick placed a hand to his hip and shifted his weight to the corresponding leg as he gestured with the other.
“Yeah,” he drawled. “But not just anyone would’ve been patient with Carl like that. Taking him to get the crib.”
“It was nothing, really,” she tried to brush off.
“And to go get that photo for him,” said Rick, as he averted his gaze a moment. “For Judith.”
A beat of silence passed between the pair before Rick said, “Thank you for that. It means a lot to Carl. Means a lot to me.”
He gave Michonne a small, sad smile which she returned.
“You’re welcome,” she replied softly.
They stood there then, staring at one another, not knowing what else to say, but not really wanting to move away from the other. After a minute, Rick spoke once more.
“Carl also mentioned you found a cat statue,” he said, the corner of his mouth turning up into a little amused grin.
Michonne smiled as well and said, “Oh yeah, the cat sculpture. It’s gorgeous. Thought if I was gonna stick around for a while, I might as well find something other than Merle’s shining personality to brighten this place up.”
Rick nodded his head and huffed out an amused laugh. That felt odd to him. He couldn’t recall the last time he had laughed and meant it. He held her gaze and marveled at how a small smile lit her whole face up. He wondered what it would look like if she beamed brightly at him.
Rick shook the thought from his mind and then said, “I hope there’ll be much of a place left here after we fight this war.”
Michonne’s smile faded away and a staunch expression covered her face.
“There will be something left here,” she said firmly, unequivocally. “We’ll make sure of it.”
With that, she gave Rick another certain look and a nod of her head, before walking away and leaving him standing there. The exchange between them was so fleeting, but it was exactly what Rick needed, even if, at that moment, he did not understand why.
It was turning into a long night. Rick had just put Judith down to sleep for the evening after she had had a restless time. It was late when he finally got her settled. After he was satisfied that the small girl was finally sleeping soundly, Rick then went to check on Carl who looked like he was not ready for bed. The younger Grimes had a flashlight in hand while reading.
“What’s goin’ on?” asked Rick, startling his son somewhat. “Shouldn’t you be sleepin’? Thought you finished reading a while ago.”
“I was just gonna go give these to Michonne,” said Carl as he held up the stack of comic books. The ones Michonne had asked to read after he was done with them.
“I think it’s time for you to switch off the flashlight and get some sleep,” he said with no real chastisement to his tone. “It’s late, and I ain’t dealing with two grumpy kids in the morning.”
“But what about the comic books for Michonne?” Carl asked right away.
“You can give ‘em to her tomorrow,” Rick replied. “Lights off, please.”
“Okay. Goodnight, dad.”
“Night, son.”
...
Rick smiled to himself as he went to the communal kitchen to clean Judith’s bottle. Carl really cared about Michonne, and she cared for Carl. Watching them become closer was really nice. They were building a nice life at the Prison. Judith was healthy and growing, Carl was finding his way. Rick continued his musings until he found Michonne in the kitchen nursing a warm cup of milk.
“Hey,” said Rick, his eyes lighting up when he saw her.
“Hey,” she replied with that small smile Rick had begun to seek out. “Finally got Judith down for the night?”
“Yeah,” Rick replied as he filled the bottle with hot water. “Finally. I also found Carl up still reading those comic books you brought him.”
Michonne’s smile widened at that news and Rick wanted to draw the moment out longer. He soaked the bottle in a plastic container and then took up a seat at the small round table Michonne was sitting at.
“You like that, uh?” he asked playfully. “That I’m probably gonna have to deal with two sleep-deprived, grouchy kids tomorrow?”
Michonne let out a little laugh and it sounded like a sweet song to Rick’s ears.
“No, of course not,” she proffered with her hands raised. “I just love that Carl’s really enjoying the comics. It’s good to see him being a kid.”
Rick smiled and bit his bottom lip.
“Yeah,” he replied. “It is. Thank you for that.”
“I didn’t do anything,” she replied.
“You brought him the books,” said Rick softly. “That helps. You’re always helping and doing nice things you don’t have to do.”
“Yeah, well, Carl’s a good kid,” said Michonne with an adoring little smile. “He deserves it.”
Rick nodded his head and then grew contemplative for a moment.
“And it’s not just the stuff you do for Carl,” Rick added. “It’s what you do for everyone here at the Prison. You’re always the first one to put your hand up to go on runs. Always making sure the safety of the people here comes first. Always sharing your skills. You’re just so good – thank you.”
Michonne’s face was awash with something Rick had never seen before: Something akin to shyness.
“Well, it’s what you do when you care about people,” she said softly. “When you care about someone.”
The pair sat staring at one another for a stretch and Rick could see it. The moment of vulnerability in Michonne. He didn’t want her to withdraw, so he spoke up in an attempt to lighten the mood.
“Yeah. Yeah, I hear you. And I gotta admit, even though the comics are keepin’ Carl up after bedtime, you’re really good at gift-giving,” said Rick, before running his hand over his face. “You brought me the clippers, so.”
Michonne smiled at that as the weight of their little moment dissipated in the late-night air.
“Yes, and I see you haven’t used them yet,” Michonne teased, causing Rick to let out a little laugh.
“True,” he said, padding his palm against his facial hair once more. “I think it kinda suits me, though.”
Michonne let her eyes roam over Rick’s face as she gave him an appraising look.
“Yeah,” she agreed. “I think so, too.”
When Rick finally went to bed that night, he closed his eyes and pictured Michonne’s pretty smile. It was the first time in a long time that his dreams were not plagued with blood and wailing. It was nice, he mused in the forgiving morning light. Nice to have the small moments with Michonne. Nice to share in those little pockets of peaceful bliss.
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