Second Trimester

A/N: Hello all. I'm new to the TWD fandom and this is my first fanfic for this show. I binge watched all the episodes over the last month and I'm addicted to Richonne. I decided to try a one shot to see if I could get the hang of the characters before I take a stab at a full length story. Hope you all enjoy and please feel free to leave me a review and tell me what you think! I'm excited about writing more of this fabulous super couple. I'm big on fluff and smut as a heads up :)

I'm also on tumblr thefandomrandom18 if you want to follow. I'll probably be posting stories and ideas there as well!
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Michonne laid against the headboard rubbing her pregnant belly. A small smile played at her lips as she caressed the small bump that seemed to pop over the past few days. There were definitely things that she could be concerned about. Negan was being held prisoner and Alexandria was in shambles after the dust settled from the war a few months ago. It would take some time to rebuild everything to how it was but their house was slowly coming back together thanks to all of the supplies from the Sanctuary. But all of that didn't matter now. Not at that moment. She was just overjoyed to be pregnant.

Her baby was ok.

Her kids were ok.

Rick was ok.

She was carrying Rick's child. She chuckled to herself thinking about their bumpy past. They were at each other's throats in the beginning and he had almost brokered a deal to trade her to the Governor. In her wildest dreams, she never thought they would end up here. During those lonely days and nights, wandering the woods with two walkers on a chain, she thought she was destined to be alone. The next world brought her something that she never thought she would have again, a family.

The sound of a dish hitting the floor jerked her body to attention. Just as she was about to reach for her sword Rick called out to her. "Sorry about that. Coffee cup slipped. Everything is ok so you can put the weapon down."

She laughed and shook her head. After these couple of years, he knew her so well. There hasn't been a day that's gone by since the world changed, that she hasn't instantly flinched at an unrecognizable sound. Putting on her slippers, she went down the stairs wearing just a tank top and shorts that stopped just under her ass. It was a favorite garment of Rick's that she never wore outdoors. The house was deceptively quiet with Carl working with Enid on rebuilding efforts and Judith with Gabriel and the other kids.

As she entered the kitchen, she gasped at the sight of him. Shirtless, he only had on his worn jeans that hung low enough to show off the V under his abs that led to her second favorite part of his body. The first of course was his enchanting eyes.

Rick bent down to finish cleaning up the mess. "I told you it was all good," he said in that deep Southern drawl she loved so much.

"I know. Maybe I just wanted to see you," she responded flirtatiously, leaning against the wall beside him.

As he finished picking up the glass, he glanced up. "I thought you were nap—-." Her attire or lack thereof stopped him in his tracks.

"What was that?" She asked, crossing one ankle over the other showing off her long legs.

"Umm."

She walked slowly towards him, taking the paper from him with the broken glass and threw it in the nearby trash can. "Cat got your tongue?"

Rick licked his lips. "Not quite yet but I sure hope so."

Michonne pulled down her shirt as if she was fixing it but really wanted to bring his attention to the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra. In her white tank top, he could practically see through it. Her dark nipples seemed to stay hard these days and the friction of them rubbing against the soft cotton almost made her moan out loud. "How much longer until the kids come back?"