Her mind kept going back to that moment. Dangling from that fence like bait, walkers biting at her feet, everything so close to ending. As she fought her way up the fence, struggling to free her feet from the walkers below, she looked to her right to see David being pulled down into the see of the snarling dead. The conversation from earlier was sounding through her head over and over again. David telling her about how Betsy brought him back from his post-apocalyptic haze. From there, Michonne's thoughts drifted to the day she limped across the field with a basket full of baby formula.
The prison looked like a haven from the outside. Guarded by a man standing on the other side of the gate looking at her walk across the field with confusion. As he came closer to her, she noticed the expression on his tired, weary face. He seemed hesitant, like he was waiting for her to make any sudden movements. They stood on their sides of the gate still and silent looking straight at one another.
Looking at David falling into the herd of walkers, Michonne couldn't help but feel heart broken for Betsy. She didn't want to have to go back to Alexandria, if it was still there, to tell Betsy that her husband wasn't coming home. She imagined herself in Betsy's place. What if one day one of her family didn't come back home, Carol, Glenn, Carl, … Rick. She couldn't deny the extra dread that went through her mind at the thought of never seeing Rick again. She knew that her connection with Rick was not the same as with the others. She had tried to ignore the feelings, playing them off as silly. There would not be a happy ending in her future so what's the point in risking their friendship. Both of them have memories of people they loved that haunted them. Still, part of her couldn't help but wonder if he felt anything for her. There had been moments where she thought that he did, like when he asked her to be there for Carl or earlier that day when he told her "you make sure you get back." She knew that he cared about her but to what extent.
The thought of all the people she loved being in danger gave her the strength to pull herself over the fence to escape the herd below only to turn back and see David being dragged into the walkers until she could no longer see him. She thought of the note he tried to give her for Betsy. Why had she insisted on him keeping it?
As they made their way back to Alexandria she noticed the words still written on her arm. "You're getting home." She wished so badly that she had been right. She wiped the words off her arm to get them out of her head. David was not getting home but thank God she would, hopefully Rick would be there.