Rick's P.O.V

I watched her as she unloaded the boxes, gracefully adding her  stuff to our new room. Basically, she's decorating the new house and I'm just watching.

"So many rooms to design," she sighed, happily glancing back at me.

"Yeah." I nodded.

5 rooms is alot, and even though we'll only be using 3, she insists on decorating all of them. Not including the kitchen, the dining room, the living room, or the basement.

I'm glad she and I get to live here in this big house together, but, every corner I turn.. I think of my grandpa.

I never knew he left this house for me, but I remember when I was younger.. I'd sit on his lap and I'd tell him I wanted a house as big as his..
Grandpa did anything to make sure I was a happy boy. I'm so thankful for him.

"You holding up okay?" She mumbled.

I modded and scratched at the scruff on my chin. Yet I still continued to watched her do her thing.

"That's good," she sighed "It's really nice to be here with you, Rick. I'm uh, I'm grateful."

"I am too." I smiled.

I am really grateful to have such a woman. A woman who's incredibly beautiful and intelligent, a woman so graceful with everything she does, a woman who's not afraid of a challenge. She's so God damn perfect words can't explain.

"I love you, Michonne." I said, in a low raspy tone. My southern accent was strong and she once told me my accent always made her weak in the knees.

She paused for a moment. There was silence, and all I did---or all I could really do was stare into her deep brown eyes and hope for a positive response. Or not you know..

"I love you too." She smiled.

She smiled like she meant it, like we wasn't afraid anymore.

"Come here." I nodded, staring her full figure up and down.

She placed down the picture in her hand and walked over to me, to which I grabbed her waist and pulled her small body against mine.

She tried to hold her head down, but she couldn't help but to smile.

"Tell me something--"I started.

"I still get bubbly inside when you hold me." She said, without remorse or hesitation.

The shine in her eyes were brighter than ever and all I wanted to do was make her happy.

"do you see us being together for a long time?" I asked.

She thought for a while, but then she nodded nervously, "For however long."

"What does that mean?"

"For however long," She repeated "For however long you want to be together. For however long we can make each other happy, for how ever long our fate lasts."

And in the spur of the moment as she spoke with her eyes half closed and half opened,  as she spoke with so much passion..Everything we've been through, from the moment we first laid eyes upon each other, til now. Everything. The bigots, the sweet summer kisses, the muddy football games, our fallouts, every memory I could possibly think of ---they all played in my head.

Michonne's worth fighting for. I think I know what I wanna do.

"And for what it's worth." She smiled.

Well, Michonne, if only you knew you were worth every diamond in the rough, every star in the sky.
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What even is this chapter?

Trash. that's what it is.