Authors' note:

Soo there was a post on Tumblr and I kept scrolling past then coming back and I thought about, how would it be with Rick and Michonne and team family in the 70's? So my mind went into overdrive. That inspired me for this, I hope you like it. I don't know what this is yet, but were starting in the 70's. Think very starsky and hutch inspiration.


Chapter 1

She Should Have Known Better

5 years ago...

Michonne stepped off the train in her tan open toed thick soles. She was greeted by the warm Atlanta heat and to the sounds of hustle and bustle of the city. There were groups of girls stood around laughing. There were groups of guys chatting being loud. There were people stood listening to music through a cassette player. Michonne smiled, as Atlanta by far has been her favourite city to visit in the past.

She pulled her gold Aviator sunglasses down, closing her eyes for a second and basking in the summer glory. Michonne had two dark brown leather suitcases in each of her hands.

Opening her eyes Michonne turned to the voice who was shouting her, smiling widely. Dropping her suitcases on the side walk, she opened her arms wide for the person who called her name.

"Aunt Michonne."

Michonne was greeted by her godson and Lori Mitchell. Lori was a long- time friend from high school.

"Hey baby," she pulled Carl into a hug and crouched down to his level. Michonne took a step back, looking at his young face.

"Pop" she placed a finger on his cute button nose, causing him to smile.

Carl looked he had grown up since the last time she had seen him. He was around 4 years old now. Carl had dark brown wavy hair, and he was wearing a multi coloured shirt and some shorts. He looked adorable.

Michonne loved that smile and she had missed it.

"I bet you're still ticklish," she said.

"No I am not." He laughed. She raised her eyebrow up, and started ticking him underneath his sides causing him to laugh.

"I think somebody is telling fibs to me." She placed both of her hands on the side of his waist. He was still laughing.

Then Michonne looked up at her best friend Lori. She looked tired, frail. She looked different from the last time she had seen her, which was over a year ago. Her once long dark brown hair, had lost its natural colour. She had always been thin, but now she looked even thinner. The clothes she was wearing was hanging off her small frame. Michonne stood up and spoke.

"You ok?" Michonne looked up, her brown eyes scanning over her gaunt face.

"You're not sick are you?" her voice was low.

"No, I am fine."

"Just haven't had much sleep recently. Been tired with working." Lori wrapped her arms around herself.

Michonne nodded.

"Honestly Chonne I am fine." She raised her hand slightly, dismissing any more comments about her appearance.

"You look great by the way," Lori gestured to the outfit that Michonne was wearing. Michonne always looked fashionable. Everything she picked always suited her so well.

Michonne was wearing an off the shoulder cream top with floaty sleeves. The white colour contrasting against her skin tone. She also had on a dark denim blue skirt with buttons down the front, which showed of her toned dark legs. A tan leather jacket completed of her outfit. Michonne was supporting a dark brown curly afro, and she was also wearing big hooped silver earrings which complemented her look. Her makeup was always natural, only wearing a bright red lipstick, on her perfect plump lips.

"Ok. And thank you," Michonne smiled.

"Come on. Let's get you settled and, drop you off at your new apartment." Lori grabbed one of her suitcases and Michonne grabbed the other. With her right hand she held onto Carl's little hand, watching as Lori walked off ahead.

But Lori was hiding a dark secret. Michonne knew Lori was lying about something and she prayed it wasn't anything she couldn't get herself out of. Lori knew that Michonne had known she was lying to her. Pulling her from her thoughts was Carl who was telling her all about school and his best friend Patrick. They headed out of the station and into Lori's car; where Michonne was to start her new life in the busy city of Atlanta.


1 year later...

Over the last year, since moving to Atlanta, Michonne had been very busy. She had her own apartment, she got a job, and Michonne had made lots of new friends. These friends included Maggie and Andrea, who she had met in a club one night. They ended up turning out to be her best friends.

Andrea was rude sometimes and she didn't mean to be, but she was just very direct. She is very clever and knows how to get what she wants. Andrea is also one of the funniest people she has met. Where as Maggie is the complete opposite of Andrea. They both balanced each other out. Maggie is very chatty, loud, and she always likes to talk, but she's also kind and caring.

Michonne, Maggie, and Andrea have all became very popular on the club scene over the last year.

Michonne was lying in bed next to her lover Negan. They met one night when she was in one of his clubs called "The Sanctuary". The bartender was moving painfully slow. Poor girl. So Michonne climbed over the bar, poured herself a drink, and downed it in one go. She then, started serving the many impatient customers. When Negan first saw what she did, he was amazed. He liked her confidence and the skills that she had to offer. There was nothing sexier than a woman with confidence.

"You," he pointed at Michonne.

She looked up at him, whilst mixing drinks, with a smirk across her face.

"Have some beach ball- sized lady- nuts- and I like it!" he grinned at her.

"Hmmm, now that is what I call a fine woman."

Michonne became the club and bar manager at "The Sanctuary" from that day going forward.

A few months later that's when they started sleeping together. Negan lavished her with expensive gifts and she couldn't resist his advances anymore. To be honest, he wasn't a bad guy; he was just misunderstood sometimes. Michonne knew that sleeping with the boss had its benefits, like finishing and starting whenever she wanted. But Michonne worked hard to get where she was, so she didn't want it to seem like she only got there by sleeping with the boss.

"Come on girl. You ready to go again?" his hands were roaming over her bare ass.

Michonne started laughing, and then her home phone started ringing. Michonne leaned over him, twirling the cord around her brightly painted finger nails.

Negan was nibbling on her neck.

"Hello?" she was still giggling.

"You need to get to the hospital" the woman's voice spoke.

"What. Why?"

Michonne shrugged Negan off her, sitting up and covering herself with the cotton bed sheet. He knitted his eyebrows together but Negan couldn't hear anything of the conversation. He just knew it sounded serious by the look of Michonne's facial expressions.

"OMG, I will be right there!" Michonne slammed her phone down on the receiver. She stared at the vibrant wallpaper in front of her, tears in her eyes forming.

"What's wrong baby?" Negan asked.

"I -I need to get to the hospital. Can you drop me off?" she struggled to get out.

"Yeah, ok. Tell me what happened?"

"I will. On the way, when we get in the car."

Michonne leapt out of bed, throwing on her bell-bottomed jeans, and white crop top, and grabbing her platforms.

Negan got dressed pulling on his denim jeans, a plain white t-shirt and putting his denim jacket on and his platform boots. They left her apartment building, heading out onto the street.

Panic was starting to set in as she climbed into Negan's green Ford Capri. They made their way over to Grady memorial hospital, where Michonne explained to Negan what the phone call was about.


They parked outside of Grady Memorial Hospital. Michonne got out first and ran through the main entrance. She was greeted by the woman at the receptionist desk. Sarah. Michonne gave her name to Sarah and the details about the patient who she was after. The receptionist directed her down to the corridor, telling her to follow the signs. Michonne thanked the woman before heading off.

Michonne made her way down into the hospital and pushed through the hospital doors together in both of her hands, with Negan following close behind her.

Michonne took in the scenery before she noticed the smell of disinfectant in the air. The hospital corridor was stuffy and warm. The walls were painted a magnolia colour, and the floor was a slate grey; a welcome contrast against her purple platforms. On the ceiling were those polystyrene squares, which lay on a white grid frame.

Bed trolleys lined the corridors and doctors and nurses were going about their day. The pictures on the walls were cheap print,, of uplifting scenes. The prints were trying to make the hospital, a more pleasant experience. But, to Michonne, they were failing at this very moment in time. Negan was trailing behind her, keeping a slight distance.

They walked into the dull waiting room area, where there were other families waiting. She was greeted by Andrea and Maggie, both of whom had been crying also.

"I thought she stopped. She told me she stopped." Michonne spoke, her eyes looking towards the ceiling, and filling with tears.

"Yeah, that's what we thought too Michonne." Andrea softly spoke.

"When was the last time had you seen her?"

"Oh, I don't know. About a few weeks ago maybe? I've been so busy with the club and then Negan. I just..."

"Michonne this isn't your fault." Andrea said.

"I could have helped her. I could have saved her. I could have..." Michonne placed both of her hands on her knees, half bending down. She felt sick suddenly, the smell of disinfectant lingering on her clothes.

"She should have known better!" she raised her voice slightly.

"How selfish, could she have been to leave... Oh god. Where is he?" She wiped the tears from her brown eyes, with the backs of her hands.

"He's in the next room, with social services." Maggie spoke, rubbing the side of Michonne's arm.

"He was there when she..." Maggie started to trail off. She was interrupted when Michonne ran past Andrea and Maggie into one of the waiting rooms. She couldn't listen to what they were just about to tell her.

Michonne ran into the next waiting room where she saw Carl sitting with a middle aged woman in her late 40's, with a perm. She was wearing a navy- blue blazer and pencil skirt combination, with a white oversized shirt collar underneath. Michonne was watching Carl colour in a drawing, using different colour crayons. Her heart felt like it was breaking just watching him. He looked so innocent, so unfazed by what's just happened. Carl was too young to know the effect that this will eventually impact on him.

"Aunt Michonne," he ran up to her smiling.

Michonne crouched down on to her heels, stroking the side of his face, looking into the boy with warm Hazel eyes staring back at her.

Michonne stroked the side of his face with her thumb, pulling him into a hug.

Negan, Maggie and Andrea stood back, and watched the interaction between Michonne and Carl. Maggie and Andre were holding hands and tears slipped from the corners of their eyes. Negan placed his hands in his trouser pockets and dropped his head to the ground, sliding his shoe sole across the flooring.

"Yes baby, I got you now." She placed a protective hand on the back of his dark brown hair rocking him from side to side.

"Michonne's got you now."

She placed kisses on the side of his cheek. She couldn't hold back the tears any longer.


Authors' note: Not sure where the hell I think of this stuff from? This scene is very important to what happens eventually in other chapters. I wanted to try something different in how everything all starts from the beginning and not the typical Rick, Lori and Carl scenario.

I can promise no more Negan and Michonne interaction as a couple, so sorry about that. But he will be involved in the story going forward someway and how. – There will be flashbacks in other chapters as well.

Please leave a review I would love to know your thoughts chapter 2 will be posted soon.