A random prompt: Ignoring my other responsibilities so this popped in my head and I had to get it out. A lot of angst/ hurt and comfort in this story and future chapters just too warn ya'll. This will be a 5 part chapter story. This will be very short. chapter 2/3 our ready to go.

Synopsis: Two years ago a family had been destroyed. Rick and Michonne Grimes have been separated for over two years. Will they ever be able to re connect or will they have to both learn to live without one other and move on with their lives?

I Want You Back

Silence. That was the word to describe how Michonne's now empty five bed-roomed home currently felt at this moment in time. When Michonne had finally came home from work that evening. There was this deathly silence that always occurred on days like this. She closed her front door behind her with her back resting agaisnt the door. She took a few deep breaths before walking further into the darkness which was her living room. Michonne switched the lights on to the front room but still there wasn't enough brightness inside her home. A home that once was filled with so much love. Looking around the room that was once filled with laughter, silliness and happiness, but it was now only filled with sadness, heartache and emptiness. For a few minutes, she played with her keys in her hand, looking down at the brown wood flooring.

As she walked out of the room, she placed the keys in the glass bowl. The sound of her heels echoed through her modern kitchen. Michonne opened her stainless steel fridge pulling a frozen meal out of the freezer, chicken curry with rice. Yumm she thought. Michonne shut the freezer door behind her, placing the meal in the microwave for 5 minutes.

Michonne walked up the staircase stopping at her eldest son's room, Carl Grimes. His room was filled with an orange, grey, dark blue colour scheme and with white accents. She went inside picking up the many items of clothing off the floor and chair and placed them inside the laundry basket, as he had left in a hurry for school that morning. After making his bed and giving a quick look over his room, she closed the bedroom door behind her.

Next, she walked to her second son's bedroom,Andre Grimes. The colour scheme of Reds, greys, whites and blacks bounced off the walls, matching his bedspread. His room was immaculate and clean apart from a few papers on his desk, which she straightened up.

Michonne walked across the hallway on the opposite side to a bright room filled with pinks, greys and turquoises. It was her daughter's room. Her right hand girl, Judith Grace Grimes. Michonne walked further into the room placing her hand on the white wooden bunk beds that Rick had built. She remembered seeing her face and how happy she was when he had surprised her. That day was one more happier day that was now a mere memory.

She let out a small huff. Judith shared the same personality and looks as her. The one feature that they didn't share was her piercing blue eyes, which she inherited from her father. She quickly put Judith's toys away into the right boxes and picked up her teddies before leaving her room and closing the door.

Michonne headed to her own bedroom, the room was neat and everything was in its rightful place. Warm neutral colours of browns and creams bounced off the walls. After changing out of her work clothes and kicking her heals off into the walk- in closet, she quickly changed into a pair of shorts and a grey hoodie. She came back down the stairs to the microwave beeping.

Leaning on her tip toes and reaching for the cupboard, she grabbed a glass and placed it on the counter. Michonne went back to fridge and pulled out a bottle of red wine, popping the cork. She moved into the front room, with her meal of chicken curry and rice and went back for the bottle of wine and glass.

She sat down comfortably in front of the TV, flicking through the various channels before deciding on a crime drama.

Michonne's IPhone started to ring and she picked it up from the glass coffee table. She looked at the incoming call before answering.

"Hello Andrea,"

"Hey babe, you ok?"

"Yeah, I am ok. How are you?"

"I am doing good thank you. Are the children with Rick tonight?"

"Yeah they are," She answered as she swirled the contents in her glass around.

"What are you up to? You're not sitting there eating a chicken curry microwave meal and drinking a bottle of red wine, are you?"

Michonne looked down at the table where the food lay before kicking the plate with her foot.

"That's a yes!" followed by cackle over the phone.

Well, no not anymore! Have I become that predictable? She thought.

There was a moment of pause.

"Look, are you sure you're ok?" Andrea asked.

"Yeah, I am going to head off to bed soon, and I have to do some quick tidying up."

"Ok, night."

"Night Andrea,"

Michonne ended the phone call before sliding the phone out of her hand onto her purple couch, resting her head on the back of the plush cushions. She closed her eyes for a few minutes, before opening them and looking around her quiet home.

After about an hour of bad TV and a bottle of wine which she had finished, Michonne headed up to bed, feeling slightly tipsy from the alcohol. She felt a little unstable on her feet, but somehow managed to make it to her bedroom.

She kneeled onto the floor in front of a set of dark wood mahogany drawers. Michonne pulled out one of the drawers, where Rick's clothes used to be. She unfolded a white t-shirt bringing it to her face and inhaling the scent, the clean and masculine scent of Rick.

Michonne closed her eyes, as tears started to slip from her big brown eyes. She walked over to the bed pulling back the covers lying on the side where Rick used to sleep. Michonne pulled the covers over her body hugging Rick's shirt tight as she cried herself into a deep sleep.

She missed her children and she missed Rick. Michonne missed the life they had before. Her home was so lonely without Carl, Andre, Judith and especially Rick. This had been her life for the past two years. Michonne thought she would get used to it, but the truth was she couldn't and she didn't think she ever would. How could she? The ones she loved weren't here all together.

Michonne didn't want to admit it. But this was all her fault why her family wasn't together anymore. There was no one to blame but herself.

Two years ago...

"Michonne please..."

"Rick, I can't. We can't do this anymore."

After all the time spent arguing and ignoring each other, she couldn't do this anymore. After all of the fights, and sleeping in separate bedrooms. Sometimes Rick didn't come home because the arguing was that intense, instead he stayed at their friends houses. Their marriage had become toxic and they both needed time away from each other. They didn't know who they were anymore. They didn't know who they were with each other anymore.

"We can get past this," Rick pleaded with his wife.

"We can't. Not right now!"

"But -Michonne to separate?" Rick shouted.

"I can't do this. I am broken Rick, and I need space. I need time," she cried.

"Away from me?" Rick asked raising a hand through his thick, wavy curls.

"Especially away from you!" she bit back.

"You're pushing me away Chonne."

Michonne knew she was pushing him away, but with how she felt currently, she couldn't help it.

"Ok," he nodded his head. "If that's what you want..."

"It is Rick, I am sorry." She crossed her arms over her chest looking down at the floor. She couldn't cope to look at the pain in Rick's eyes, the pain that she was putting there.

"Not as sorry as me," he wiped his tears from his eyes with the pads of his thumbs.

Rick turned on his heals with his jaw clenched tight. He walked out of his family home knowing that he couldn't save his marriage, not this time.

He left Michonne standing in their kitchen, her chin started to tremble. She watched Rick walk out of their home, slamming the front door behind him which startled her. This was when the tears burst from her eyes spilling down onto her cheeks. Michonne pressed her hand against her chest over her heart where it felt like it was breaking. She spent the next thirty minutes sitting on the cold kitchen floor sobbing through her tears and mumbling the same words.

"What have I done?"

Authors note: What do you think is going on What's happened for her to push Rick away?

Oh, the Angst... Guess I couldn't stay away.

What our your thoughts?