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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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Deadpool & Wolverine (2024) dir. Shawn Levy Spider-Man (2002) dir. Sam Raimi

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Nelly, Hot in Herre (2002)

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PORTO ROCHA

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“the world has taken too much from you for you to be considered a child”

M’BAKU STEPPING INTO A BIG BROTHER ROLE, HOW DARE RYAN COOGLER AND WINSTON DUKE DO THIS TO ME

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My shit

2pac | Temptations from Me Against The World (1995)

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3K CELEBRATION ♡ favorite music video ↳ PAPARAZZI BY LADY GAGA (requested by @faithinthefuturedeluxe)

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Black Panther (2018) , dir. Ryan Coogler

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Jesus Christ

This is different from Al-Shifa:

There are images of decomposed bodies wearing what appear to be scrubs... with their hands tied. Meaning they were executed while bound. I will not be sharing them because I'm tired of showing our martyrs' bodies to people.

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ANOTHER BDS WIN.

After a few days of Student protest by campus occupation, Columbia University students pass divestment referendum, divesting from Israelu companies and university. Students at Columbia University, NYC, have been occupying the campus in demand to be heard on divesting their schools interests from the State of Israel.

Protesting and boycotting works.

from imamomarsuleiman on instagram.

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Rick Jr. and Michonne Grimes THE ONE'S WHO LIVE

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MR RICK ‘HEAD TILT’ GRIMES

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