Rick is quiet as they walk, hand in hand. He can't gauge Michonne's mood, so he remains silent in an effort to diffuse any anger she may be feeling towards him. They arrive home and Michonne leads him upstairs to his bedroom. She gestures for him to lay down on the bed. Rick's look is uncertain as he looks at the bed, then back to her. He opens his mouth to say something, but she shakes her head.
"We are not discussing anything until you have slept off this slight stupor of yours," she tells him.
"I'm not drunk. I…." Rick stops when Michonne holds her hand up and points to the bed.
She follows him as he approaches the bed. She turns him to face her and starts unbuttoning his shirt. Rick gently swats her hands away and completes the job himself. He undresses down to his boxers, then climbs into bed slowly. His eyes widen as Michonne lays down, facing him. He almost flinches when she reaches over and starts caressing his head. Slowly, he relaxes with her touch and soon, he falls asleep.
Michonne stays with him, watching him and knowing she has to fix this before it goes any further.
A couple of hours later, Michonne is awakened by the closing of the bathroom door. Rick's side of the bed is empty and moments later, she hears the shower. She decides to take this opportunity to go to her room to get out of her party clothes and freshen up as well.
Rick emerges from the bathroom, notices Michonne is gone and marches to her bedroom immediately. She is opening her bathroom door and walking out, wrapped in a towel when she notices Rick sitting on her bed, waiting for her. Her heartbeat quickens at the sight of him, but she attempts to play it cool as she moves further into the bedroom. She eyes her dresser, knowing she has to pass Rick in order to get to her clothes. She also knows he is on edge right now and she has to tread carefully with him. She attempts to walk past him, but he stops her by stretching an arm out.
Michonne clutches the towel to her body and warns shakily, "Rick…"
He cuts her off by standing up and moving toward her. She backs away from him, gasping when her back connects with the wall. He is on her before she can even think of an escape plan. He traps her with his body, caging her in with his arms, palms flat against the wall by her head.
She stares into his eyes, imploring him to calm down. He returns the stare, then moves his gaze down her body slowly with a predatory scrutiny.
"Do you love me?" Rick asks her, his breathing heavy, his eyes boring into hers once again.
Michonne hesitates, but realizes she has to be honest. "Yes."
Rick's relief is audible and his body visibly relaxes, but only slightly. "Remember when you told me that I have to give up the fight?"
Michonne swallows, nervously as she nods her head, answering his question.
"Well, I think that applies to you as well. You're fighting this, fighting us and I need you to give up the fight. I need you….all of you," he demands. "Do you want me?"
"Yes," she whispers, "All of you."
"Then let me in, Michonne."
Her eyes almost tear up with the desperation she detects in his voice. The last thing she wants to do is hurt him. She takes a deep breath, her eyes never leaving his and lets her towel drop to the floor. Rick's breath hitches as he drinks her in with his eyes. He knew she was perfect, but damn she's actually perfect. He is almost afraid to touch her, but she takes the decision away from him as she wraps her arms around his waist, hugging him to her. He returns her embrace, bringing his lips to hers, softly.
