Abraham stood watch silently over the cool horizon of the small rivers, trees and departing roads. It's been a year since things went to hell. He was nearly numb to it all, actually finding joy and glee in the slaughter of the walkers. Once a proud sergeant, he was the shell of a man that he once was. He was the shell of a father, a failure at husbandry. He was a bitter and cold man.

"I lived to see all my family gone," He said to himself, looking at the glistening moon. "What a curse that is." He looked back at his camp, one was a loudmouthed young woman; the other, an eccentric scientist. He turned his attention back to the sky, nearly hypnotized with its beauty. Looking at the sky was so human, reminiscent of the better days.

He quickly whirled around, feeling a hand on his shoulder.

"Abraham," The young woman whined. "Why don't you come and sleep?," She asked, scratching her head. "The ground traps are set."

"I don't trust them." He muttered, not looking back at her.

She huffed. "So you don't wanna go back to bed?" She asked, hanging off of his stocky body.

"Rosita," He said with a sigh. "I'm good here, standing watch like this is- -"

"You just don't want to go back to bed with me." She said, a bit annoyed. Rosita was a fiery young brunette, eager for fun. Unfortunately for Abraham, he had indulged in the waters from time to time. As wrong as it was it felt acceptable and made him feel human among the walkers.

"That's not it," He assured. "Promise."

"Yeah, Yeah..." She muttered, making her way back to the large zip-up tent

He sighed. That was close. "I'll set more ground traps and patrol the perimeter," He said to her, knowing that he was ignored. "That girl." He said with a faint laugh and smile.

After setting more traps he did his walk-around of the perimeter. The walk was eerily quiet, but he was glad. He was exhausted from fighting for one day. He must've killed hundreds of walkers by now. He followed the stream, admiring the crisp water. He was led to a large pond connected to the stream. The water was equally as crisp and stunning in the moonlight.

He heard a splash and quickly aimed his AK47. "Shit, a gun is asking for trouble," He said, calculating his next move. He removed a large army knife from his back pocket and eased in for the kill. He paused for a moment. "Wait a minute," He peered through the large bushes, not wanting to be detected. He heard the splashing once more, his eyes focused on a figure. "A woman?," He said to himself. "Taking a bath at this hour?" He chuckled.

The figure looked in his direction and he quickly ceased all noise. He crouched and slowly walked around the heavy brush, wanting to verify if this being really was human or was a walker. "Okay," He peered closer, having assistance from the bright moonlight. "Shit," He muttered. That was a woman alright, naked and all. He unknowingly licked his lips. "It's a woman, a yard or so from our camp..." Did she need help? Clearly not, if she had the luxury to bathe in a forest at night without regard for potential...eyes. Abraham's eyes were certainly scanning. The dark-skinned woman continued splashing water on herself. He looked over and noticed a katana and a large backpack laying a few feet away from him. He was too mesmerized to move, and his eyes nearly popped out of his head as she made her way towards him.

Full. Frontal. View. Slender and curvy. Oh yeah. He snapped out of his daze and quickly moved from her direction. He was praying that he hadn't gotten a nosebleed, but he knew he had gotten something else. He quickly fled the area, settling back in camp. He kind of did want to go to bed with Rosita now. After that brief peep show he was left desiring a woman's touch, no matter how novice it was. He walked over to the tent, unhooking his gear and unzipping the tent. He got in and snuggled against Rosita.

"Oh, you changed your mind?" She teased, rolling over.

"Yeah," He replied with a nod, kissing at her neck. "It's cold out there."

"Let me warm you up then." Rosita urged, straddling him. She kissed his lips, her kisses weren't that good, but they would do. She peeled off his shirt, then unzipping his pants.

"Make me feel good, Rosita," He demanded, shutting his eyes. He felt low as he fantasized about that dark-skinned beauty. At least he could get instant relief from his itch. "Yeah baby, just like that," He whispered, shoving her head deeper on him. She couldn't shallow his long and thick cock whole, but it was okay. "Ahhh." He groaned, titling his head back. The blow job sucked, but him cumming always felt good.

"Was it good, Abraham?" She asked, wanting to stroke her feminine ego.

"Yes," He lied. "It was very good." And with that, he shut his eyes. He wanted the morning to appear fast, then the night would follow. He hoped to see that woman again.

My first Michonne/Abraham (Micham) fanfic, let me know how you guys like it so far! I felt like writing a shorter chapter just to test the idea! Hope you guys enjoyed it!