Before you start coming for me for putting out another story . This is a complete two chapter fic, which confinement forced me to write.

I don't own the walking dead

please, review.

Part I: My neighbour is an asshole

Rick cannot believe how bored he is. On day seven of quarantine, he is a minute away from doing something as ridiculous as calling his ex-wife. He has covered every square meter of his apartment, and he only feels more anxious.

Perhaps, he should reevaluate the reason for his divorce. He shakes his head at the thought. Lori cheated on him, not once, not twice, but ten separate times.

He might as well call Shane to have those stupid thoughts slammed away from his mind. Rick should have called Shane when he abruptly decided to move out of his luxurious home to a decent three bedrooms, four bathrooms, and a kitchen.

Rick is exaggerating, and his new condo is beautiful and spacious. He only does not like confinement.

Rick is an outdoor person. When he is not working, he likes to be outdoors and busy. He had a hiking trip planned this weekend, and now because of national lockdown, he might climb his sofa.

Rick grunts with frustration. He looks at the window, and the streets are clear. He checks his watch, and she should arrive soon. Rick knows there is a chance the police might have caught her. Her name is Jessie something because he does not remember her surname. Jessie is the girl who Shane threw at him three months after his divorce after he said something about rebound.

Rick did not explore his relationship with Jessie until national quarantine.

For the last seven month post-divorce, he had his job keeping him busy. As a senior partner in his law firm, he works a lot. If his ex-wife excuse for infidelity does not write itself, Rick would spell it out. He works too much, and the sexual life was non-existent.

Rick laughs at the thought that he might have to pay for Lori's sex therapist. How can four to five times a week be too little? Can he rest on Sunday like a good Christian?

Now, he is resting and relaxing beyond what he can endure. The boredom drove him to text a woman who he saved on his phone as Shane's Jessie. He is waiting impatiently for the same woman because quarantine drives a man to insanity and horn.

An apocalypse booty call, Rick has fallen extremely low on the scale of humanity. He is risking a pandemic disease to have sex.

Rick checks at the window, and empty pavements greet him. He sighs, and he returns to his sofa. Another night of Netflix and Pornhub is in his schedule. Why did he believe a woman who he only told generic sentences would cross a ghost town to come to a dick appointment? Confinement is driving him insane.

Rick puts on the Tv. He does not know if he should watch some creepy murder documentary and decide what defence he would have picked for the killer or enjoy a b movie. Rick's ringtone interrupts his attempt to make a choice.

"Are you at the door?" Rick immediately asks with a voice saturated with hope.

"I was at your door," Jessie replies, and then she sighs. "Your next-door neighbour called the police on me." She angrily says. "That bitch called the police when I refused to leave." She adds with a tearing voice. "I had to pay a fine, and I have to spend a few hours in a class educating people about respect for health safety." Jessie finishes. "I don't know if I can make it tonight."

Rick gasps. He does not know his neighbour, but they have beef now.

"How much is the fine?" Rick asks, "I will send it to you."

"You don't have to do that," Jessie vehemently argues.

"It is my neighbour's fault, and so let me at least do right by you." He clarifies. "How much?"

"Five hundred dollars," Jessie replies.

"I'm sending it to you through ," Rick replies as he immediately sends her the money. "Thank you for calling and enjoy your class." He hangs up.

He sounded like an asshole. Rick knows as much, but he feels like one. He is one most of the time to people who he does not like that much. Jessie is one of those. Now, his bitchy neighbour fits that category too.

However, Rick didn't know he had a neighbour. She might be old. It somehow makes sense. He only never noticed his neighbour. He is never home, and so she is.

Frustrated by the turn of the night, Rick decides to stop for the day. He grabs his phone, and he goes to his room.

"I can't wait to have my tangerine size balls in your mouth."

Rick blinks at the statement. He is going insane. Day seven of a long confinement month, he is listening to voice.

"Oh, what else?" A feminine voice asks. "I'm getting wet."

It must be his consummation of bad porn. Rick cannot explain what he hears any other way. He looks at his ceiling and wonders why he goes through this.

"I will thrust down your throat until you gag over my tangy meat." The distorted male voice says.

"Oh, that is so distasteful," Rick cackles. "That is a libido killer."

"Euh...wait." The woman says. "Mike, wait. I heard a voice." She continues.

Rick blinks, and he takes in her statement. He sits, and he comes closer to the source of the voice.

"I'm going to call the police." She yells. "You're messing with the wrong bitch." She adds.

Rick comes closer to the source of the voice. Now, he has his ear pressed on his room's wall. He knocks on the wall. The sound is hollow.

"Shit," He swears. "Paper thin walls."

"Who is it?" She asks, and her voice is sharper than it was before. Rick assumes she is against the wall.

"A concerned and confused neighbour." He replies.

"Are you the guy having people around while there is a deadly flu out these walls?" She sternly asks.

"Let me guess, you're the old bitch, who called the police on a poor woman." Rick retorts with annoyance.

"An old bitch," She laughs humorlessly, "I'm younger than that blonde bimbo." She clarifies. "Not that it matters."

Rick presses himself closer to the wall. He does not like his neighbour. As the minutes flow, he leans more toward hating her.

"My bad, you're the young bitch, who called the police on a poor woman. Your move cost me five hundred dollars and a good night of fucking." He deadpans.

"Oh my god," She laments. "You want the world to die for a booty call. She was a booty call right?" She asks with certitude. "Disgusting old man."

Rick laughs at her jab at him. A disgusting old man, no one has ever referred to him with those words. Rick is a good-looking man in his late thirties.

"Awww, what are you? A twenty-something virgin who has no choice but to phone sex with a disgusting young man who has tangerine ball size."

He reposts with strong ammunition.

She pauses. There is silence, and then the wall shakes while releasing a soft tum.

"I just virtually slapped you, asshole." She says. "twenty-something yes, and why do you care if I have sex or not?" She continues with extreme annoyance.

"Aww, it struck a nerve." He intends to stir her anger. For the last days, Rick has been beyond bored. Arguing with a twenty-something woman is peak entertainment now. "Why would I care if you have sex or not? Flash new, I don't care, twenty-something-bitch. I would have minded my business if you knew how to do the same. If someone cares for the other sex life, I will point my finger at the snitch."

"Can you stop with the misogyny, old fossil? This bitch thing is getting on my nerves more than your existence does." She announces.

Rick laughs. She is insane.

He has a crazy neighbour.

The best thing about this quarantine is his neighbour.

"You called me an old fossil and an asshole, twenty-something sweetheart." He points out. "I'm matching the energy." He explains, but he indeed corrects his wrong.

"You're both. I'm far from bitchy."

Rick fixes his position. He makes himself comfortable. He is not letting this conversation end.

"Well, I'm not old. A fossil even further from it. You can keep the asshole part." He smoothly counters.

"What are you, twenty-something horny man?" She chuckles to quiet her frustration.

"Try late thirty-something man, who would not tell you to gag on my tangy meat." He replies with amusement. "What was that? Is it why you are against anyone's sexual relief?" He teases.

She groans with annoyance. Rick would call it adorable.

He deals with violent criminals. His neighbour's anger is something he would call cute.

"Blondie wouldn't do prowess in a bed, and I bet you suck too, thirty-something asshole." She replies. "So stop talking big games."

Her audacity, Rick has to admit, she has balls. She might be right about Shane's Jessie. She is wrong about him. His cheating wife still calls with hope to convince him to give her some of his cock.

"Twenty-something sweetheart, I don't talk a big game." He claims. "I would certainly do a better job at getting you off than your lil' boyfriend." He affirms with immovable confidence.

"Calling out your bullshit." She laughs. "Plus, he is not my boyfriend." She rushes to say. "He is never becoming one after that failed call." She admits. "Do you know what DMs are?" She asks with seriousness.

"I'm not that old. I don't have an Instagram because it's a way to get you in court, but I know what it is." Rick replies.

"Well, he was camping in my DMs. I got a bit horny in this confinement. It was better than calling an ex or having someone around while the world is going to shit." She deadpans.

"The desperation. Don't tell me you're ugly and pulling the bottom of the barrel. "Rick mocks his neighbour.

"I have seen what you're willing to fuck. You have no ground speaking." She immediately counters.

"sweet snitch, you're an asshole," he says fondly. "I'm looking past what you did to me." Rick continues. He might like his snitching neighbour. "Plus don't be bitter, Jessie is cute. She isn't a wow, but she gets some dick hard. Not mine but day seven of confinement has me behaving desperately." He confesses.

"What are you? A porn star or an experimented misogynist." She asks with a tone between amusement and being appalled.

"A hybrid version, also known as a divorced criminal lawyer. Talk crass out of court and has a beef with the ex-wife. I'm more charming the other days. Just so, you know, I have an equal pay policy in place at my firm. You bring the accidental misogyny out of me." Rick replies with a certain humour.

His neighbour does laugh. The wall swallows some of the noise.

"The beginning of a crime of passion." She retorts. "There are two firms with that policy. I'm trying to get into one." Michonne confesses.

"Of course, you're a lawyer." Rick realises how simple she makes it look while she rebounds on his statement.

"A paralegal." She corrects him. "I have to wait to pass the barrister exam." She laments.

"knock at my wall when you do," He kindly replies.

"Is that a job offering?" She asks with amusement.

"I don't do nepotism. I will have a fruit basket made for you." Rick clarifies.

"You're a darling." She says. "Please in that optic no more booty call until quarantine ends. I don't like snitching on suburban soccer moms."

"Pick a better man in your DM. Goodnight twenty-something-snitch."

Night nine of quarantine, Rick cannot sleep. He has slept the entire day.

He almost wants to irritate his neighbour. Rick walks in his room, and he climbs on his bed.

"I know you like it soft and vanilla. I don't know if you can take my big schlong up that thick ass."

Rick laughs, and he knocks at the wall. He waits for her to press her ear against the wall.

"Hello, darling asshole." Her voice comes through, and she sounds happy to hear him.

"Hang-up, and admit that the DM guy won't do it right." He says with amusement. "tangerine, schlong, and what else your clit is a chocolate chip."

She pauses and erupts in laughs.

He loves his neighbour's laugh.

It is earthy and beautiful.

"He did call it that way last night…" She gasps. "Did you hear me last night?" She asks with concern.

"I would have interrupted that mess if I did. I was binge-watching snatched. That shit is addictive." He replies.

"I want to talk, but you heard me. I'm in the middle of something." She gently tells him, and it does not sound dismissive.

Rick sits on his bed, and he is impossibly close to the wall.

"A torrid anal experience," he giggles. "My darling, I can tell you wouldn't try anal sex with a man calling your clitoris a chocolate chip."

"I wouldn't, but I'm morbidly curious to see where he takes it." She admits. "It cannot get worse...wait, it can." She stops talking to him for a minute.

Rick waits, and he has all the time in the world for his neighbour.

"I forgot to take off the loudspeaker. What is your revenge plan?" She asks after returning to their conversation.

"The great plan of saving your sexual life. I don't think so." Rick replies.

"Saving my sex life. I would like to see how you do that from across the wall." She replies without care for the implications.

"You only have to ask," He rebounds on her claim. "And then you can swallow that shit you said about my sexual prowess." He issues a challenge.

"Quarantine, thirty-something darling." She counters.

Rick laughs, and he is close to tears.

"I don't need to touch you to get you off. I could do that from my bed and through this wall." He confidently claims.

"The cockiness of a lawyer." She sounds sceptical.

"Old man, you're overly ambitious."

"Give me your number?" He calmly asks.

"For?" Michonne hesitates.

"A snitch and a coward." He sucks his teeth. "Sweetheart, you can't disagree with my claims if you don't give me a way to prove them."

She makes an odd sound of anger. He waits while she fidgets on the other side.

"Are you going to send me a dick pic?" She asks after a pregnant pause.

"A dick what?" He laughs, " I'm all for consent." He continues.

"How do you intend to prove your claim?" She counters, but she sounds relieved. "I almost expected a picture of a big dick."

"Awww, you're endearing. Size doesn't exclude mediocrity." Rick replies.

"I guess you're on a smaller side," she sounds dubitative.

"I don't argue on pointless fact. You want to see it. Ask for it." Rick deadpans.

Another long silence follows. Rick can hear her move around.

"Turn your airdrop on." She yells as she returns.

Rick obeys, and he immediately receives an unexpected picture.

"Are we gardening?" He asks while he stares at an eggplant.

"No, I'm asking for responses." His neighbour replies. "Let me see it."

"What's your name?" He asks while he entertains the idea to send a dick pic to his lovely neighbour.

He receives another airdrop. "I take it all back. You are gorgeous, and you only pick the wrong man to satisfy you, Michonne." He tastes her name on his tongue, and he stares at Michonne's picture.

Rick wants to claim lunacy for misjudging his neighbour. She is gorgeous.

He is downplaying how good she looks in the picture with her locks tied in a loose ponytail. She did not have to make it so hard for him. He stares at her elegant silhouette clad in nothing but a silk robe.

"That's a picture I took now." She adds.

Michonne regains his attention.

Rick pushes his pants down. He is thirty-seven and about to send his first dick pic. The dangers of quarantine are real.

He doesn't even know how to angle the camera, and he is sure his dick looks smaller on the picture.

He tries many times for a better picture, but there is always something wrong.

"Thirty-something asshole," Michonne calls when she does not have a response.

"Yeah, Michonne." He responds and gives up the quest of a good dick pic.

He randomly picks one out of the batch and sends it.

Michonne makes noise, and Rick would not know that excitement made her drop her new phone. Fortunately, it lands on her bed.

"Are you okay?" Rick asks when he hears the cacophony.

"I had to save my phone." She replies. "We are both fine." Michonne continues.

After an eternity of stretched silence, Michonne clears her throat.

"It's pink." She sounds flustered. "It's long, not too long." Michonne searches her words. She thinks of ways to say your dick is perfect. "The width is...Well, I take back the comment about your size. You didn't attach your name on it."

Rick chuckles. His voice drops a few octaves. The wall already adds to the grave undertone of his voice.

" It is kinkier for you to deal with a stranger." He replies.

He does not remind her that she potentially might work for him in the future.

"Are you a sociopath?" She genuinely asks.

"No, I'm not." He replies without missing a beat. "I'm only making it simple to keep my promise," Rick announces, and Michonne takes a breath to argue that she has yet to agree. "Now, would you rather try your chance with DM boyfriend and his tangerine, or would you prefer the charming older guy who is an overconfident asshole? Don't tell me you don't want to know what I can do." He convincingly pitches his argument.

"Did someone tell you that you're good at selling a point?" She groans.

"It pays my rent," Rick replies. "So, are you going to let me make you cum?"

She grunts frustrated with the way with which he invades her mind.

"Chonne," he sensually says, "I'm not begging for it. I'm making an intelligent case for it. I know you love the practicality of this. You get off with a stranger, and it stays between us and the wall." He murmurs in an audible volume.

"I'm going to regret this," she laments. "You could be an ugly pervert."

"And I'm not."

Michonne receives a picture from his chin down to his lower body. No one can be ugly with such a jawline. She would want to lick his muscles and toned abdomen.

Only the dipping v line of his abdomen makes her want to drop her panties. Her neighbour is hot. Michonne deeply breathes. She stares at the phone screen, and she never hated a pyjama pant before tonight. She stares at the dick print, and Michonne knows she is going to give in his game.

"Between the wall and us." She says against the wall.

"Chonne," He sensually says, "relax." He adds when he hears too many sounds from her side.

"I'm relaxed." Michonne lies. "Why wouldn't I be?" She argues.

His laugh is so rich that she wants to drink it. His fingers tap against the wall.

"You are about to let a stranger in your intimacy." He casually reminds her. "I'm going to tell you nasty things. You're going to do them for me. You're going to moan for me. You will cum for me. That is trust, sweetheart."

Michonne draws a deep breath.

She hates and loves his voice.

His unusual nonchalance is unnerving in the most sexual manner.

"I'm insane," Michonne admits.

"You're endearing." He counters. "You're young, and so it's okay to do something insane."

"Give me something to track you down if I have to face consequences for this," Michonne asks.

"I have blue eyes and curly greying hair. I have an elaborate tattoo all over my left calves." He tells her. "Now, let me help you relax."

Michonne is breathless, and Rick has yet to say anything of true sexual nature. He is telling her how he wants to kiss her. Michonne wants nothing but to pass through the wall to taste those lips.

"Your locks tangle over my fingers, and I caress your skin. My free hand is on your neck, not too tight but it's almost oppressive. I could stop your inspiration if I wanted to, and your blood is racing into your pulse every time my fingers flex around your swan neck. You live with each of my kisses." He details.

Michonne feels the ghost of his fingers. The ache on her scalp keeps her from giving it all her soul. Her heartbeat mimics the rhythm of his voice. Her blood burns as it speeds down her bloodstream.

"It is nothing but lazy nibbling at your bottom lip. My teeth are sinking in that soft flesh. My tongue is licking the burn away. My weight keeps you in bed. Your breath comes from my lips. You need to kiss me. I know you taste good like honey, which has aged and it is achingly sweet. I'm kissing you until I can't breathe."

Michonne bites her lower lip to feel what he describes. She moans where her teeth graze the pink flesh.

She would like to know his name to moan it.

"I know you're wet. You want more than kisses and caresses." Rick suavely says.

"Oh god, yes…" She groans.

"Aren't we a naughty girl, Chonne?" Rick chuckles, and it is a delightful cry. It is deep and masculine. "Take your hand off your panties." He knowingly orders. "Patience is a virtue."

Michonne unenthusiastically agrees. His commanding tone only increases her desire to have more than a fantasy of her neighbour kissing her soul.

"Good girl," He praises her. "Now, I need you to drag the strap of your robe down. I would do that with my teeth if I had you under me. I would slowly have my lips ornate your collarbone with kisses while my teeth brush your silk skin. I pull your nape, and so I can have you arch your back, and your body would be in a display for me to worship." The wall muffles his voice, but Michonne hears all of his desires.

"Run your finger along your neck, slowly. Sink your nail in that soft skin, and now drags your finger down until your breast. Baby, let me mark you." He commands.

"Hmmm…" Michonne breaths.

She is in an arched position. Her fingers suavely caress her skin. Her nails graze her flesh. She moans, and she would love to have a name to shout.

"I know you look pretty waiting for me to give you more." He states. "My tongue is teasing your nipple, and my palm swallows your breast. I'm voraciously sucking on your breast." He continues to describe what he would do to her. "baby, open your leg."

Michonne does as Rick asks. Her wetness runs down her inner thigh.

"Stop! Don't be a bad girl." He softly says. "Until I tell you that you can, I forbid you to touch your cunt. Don't squeeze your thighs." Rick immediately adds. "Now where was I, sweetheart?"

Michonne gasps. She did not know she was into praises and bossing around. It has a lot to do with Rick.

"I was begging you to fuck me," Michonne replies.

"Were you?" He drawls. "I'm no man to refuse my lady. Now, if you could be a good girl, I will do what you want. Now, you have to wait because you're naughty."

"Are you going to be a good girl?" Rick inquires.

"Yes," Michonne replies breathless, and she holds a moan.

"Good," Rick says. "Now, let me feast on your breast. Disciplining you has me starving. Pinch your nipple and squeeze your breast." He orders.

"Fuck," She yells.

For a few minutes, she fondles and caresses her breast.

"Now, run your fingers down your stomach. I would be kissing you. I would be squeezing your ass. My manhood would be grazing your soaking wet cunt." He tells her. "Open your legs wider. Look how wet you are for me." He murmurs.

She feels as if each of his words would tattoo her skin. Her caresses are driving her mad.

"Please, fuck me," She moans. "Please,"

"Tell me how wet you're," Rick demands. "Tell me how much of your sweet nectar my tongue is licking. I can taste your sweetness while kissing your inner thighs." He continues.

"I'm so wet for you," Michonne replies. "I need you. Let me get off, please."

"You ask so nicely," Rick replies, and he moves to be in a comfortable position. He drags down his pyjama pants. His dick falls on his thigh, and he is achingly hard. "You made me so hard, Chonne." He runs his hand on his length. His precum coats the head of his dick.

"Tease your clitoris. A soft and tender caress. Slowly." He orders.

"Hmmm…" Michonne cries.

"I'm slowly pushing my tip inside you." He tells her. "I'm letting you stretch over me. Push a finger in your pussy. Now, slowly fuck yourself, and moan for me." Rick instructs Michonne.

"It feels so good," she breathes. "Oh god, I need more."

"I know," he coolly says," You need to earn it. Don't stop rubbing your sweet cunt." He commands. "Fuck yourself a bit faster, but don't soothe the ache. I'm just tip-fucking you."

Michonne groans. She never felt so good and so bad at the same time. It feels like attempting to stop a raging forest fire with a plastic cup of water.

"Fucking asshole," She moans. "Just fuck me like an animal."

"I love your dirty talk," Rick says as he squeezes his dick. "I would slap your ass now and bite your shoulder if you used your filthy mouth the right way." He chuckles in the most sexual manner. "Add a second finger and go deeper. Fuck it with desperation. I would be having you scream all the curses they forbid a good girl like you to say."

Michonne obeys.

She gyrates her hips.

Her fingers go farther in her cunt.

"Oh, fuck..shit. Fucking shit." She cries as her orgasm builds. "I'm coming." She breathes out the words.

"Add another finger for me, baby," Rick breathlessly says the word. " let me give you more."

Michonne feels full, and she continues to ride her finger. She is thrust faster until her orgasm.

"Tell me your name," she chokes on the word.

She wants to come with his name on her tongue. He chuckles, and it makes her libido jump.

"Chonne, fuck yourself harder," Rick orders. "If you can speak, I need to fuck you harder and deeper." He instructs. "On four, get on four." He orders. "Baby, don't hold back on me. Harder, harder, harder."

Michonne cries when her second orgasm arrives. She can't withstand the virulence of it. She let herself sink on the bed. She heavily breathes, and her head spins.

"Fuck," she breathes. "I can't move." She yells for Rick to hear her.

"Good, I would still be fucking you until you fall asleep if you would let me." He says.

He comes a few seconds later.

"Michonne," Rick calls, and his only answer is a snoring Michonne.

He laughs and leaves his bed. He might enjoy this quarantine business if he gets to jerk off with his sexy neighbour, who might be one of his employees in some months. For as long as the quarantine goes, Michonne does keep him busy. It is not always sexual. It is often sexual. It says between the wall, Rick, and Michonne until the quarantine ends.

Rick stares at the young woman before him.

Half of his phone gallery contains very sensible pictures of her. He technically had sex with her fifty-seven time. He knows it, and she does not. Only four days ago, they were still doing it.

"What would make you a great addition to our team, Mrs Barnes?" He asks while he goes through her curriculum.

Of course, the woman, who refused to leave her apartment to come to his apartment, is a model student.

"I'm dedicated to my work. I have a good record. I have an exemplary professional ethic. "Michonne stutters a bit.

Rick Grimes is her idol.

She had a lifelong crush on the man. She has dreamed all her adult life to work with him. She did not know how gorgeous he would be in real life, but those eyes are amazing. His voice almost reminds her of her sexy neighbour.

"We will call you back as soon as I can get in touch with the other partner," Rick says with a small smirk.

"Oh, is this a…" Michonne hesitates.

"Yes, you almost have a job. I have to get Walsh to sign."Rick announces. "Certainly, you will be ready to work on Monday."

"Hello," Michonne knocks on the wall, and there is no answer. "So you know I got a job in my dream firm, and it might be where you work. Knockback if you hear me."

With the end of the quarantine, it feels as if she no longer has a neighbour. Michonne does not like it much. She might have some feeling for her neighbour. Now, she needs to solve the problem. Who is her neighbour?