Alexandria was a breath of fresh air.

Michonne couldn't believe how long it had been since she had time to stop and smell the flowers, to actually enjoy her time and relax without having to sleep with one eye open or worry about the sounds of walkers groaning coming from over her shoulder.

What made adjusting to the new community even easier was your presence, having stuck by her side throughout everything. She was grateful for your help, with you making sure that she fit and that she felt comfortable.

Eventually, one thing led to another and you both ended up on the same bed. It was the furthest thing from a mistake in her eyes. In fact, she had never been happier seeing your peaceful, sleeping form by her side.

As much as she wanted to spend five more minutes soaking in the tranquility of the morning, feeling the warmth of your body against her own, she wanted to get up and make breakfast. You deserved a little pampering after everything.

The aroma of sizzling bacon and freshly squeezed orange juice filled the house, making a faint smile tug at her lips as she worked on preparing food for the both of you.

Perhaps she had missed the sensation of domesticity.