A/N This fic is dedicated to all the fangirls and fanguys out there who try their hardest to get those oh so exclusive tickets and photo ops: sometimes we do, sometimes we don't. xoxo

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. NO. NO. NO. NO."

Michonne starts banging the keys of her keyboard. The words SOLD OUT glaring at her from her screen. This can't be happening. THIS CAN NOT BE HAPPENING. She was so ready. To be so close, then nothing.

To say Michonne was obsessed with the uber popular tv show DEAD OF WALKERS would be a gross understatement. She lived and breathed the show. Every year she would cosplay her favorite character, Guriyala, the sword wielding warrior goddess. She was the reason Michonne decided to learn how to fence. She loved the desperate fight for survival the characters had to go through in an unforgiving world of the undead. But most of all, she was completely in love with the star of the show, Rick Grimes. He played Lincoln Andrews, the small town sheriff who became the defacto leader of a band of misfits turned family during the apocalypse backdrop of the show.

"What are you screaming about?" Her roommate Andrea asked walking onto the living room.

"The photo ops. They're gone. It was only 2 Seconds. 2 seconds. How can something sell out in 2 SECONDS?" Michonne felt her eyes filling with tears. Her one chance to meet him…

"Why do you care so much. It's just a damn show."

"Says the woman who cried for a week when FRIENDS ended."

"That was the end of an era. These are zombies for fuck's sake. I don't get how you watch that stuff anyway. Aren't you afraid of horror movies?"

"Walkers Drea, WALKERS. Nobody knows what a zombie is. And this is different. Yeah, the walkers are scary but after a while, the people are way more scary and dangerous." She wipes a tear that falls down her cheek completely heartbroken.

RING RING Michonne picks up the phone.

"WHAT"

"Now is that any way to treat the most awesome, amazing fucking person you know?"

"What is it Glenn. I'm pissed. I struck out on the tickets."

"Oh dude that sucks. Oh man Miche I'm sorry. Lucky for you I got 2 passes."

Michonne falls out of her chair onto the floor. "Are you serious? Don't fuck with me Glenn. I'll beat your ass."

"You wound me Michonne. I would never joke about something like this. Seriously, I got 2 platinum photo/autograph passes for the Dead of Walkers Convention and meet and greet with none other than THE man Rick Grimes and my queen Guriyala. I made it through sis."

Michonne literally cannot breathe. "GLENN, how did you…I tried so hard…"

"That guy who works with me, Eugene, he dabbles in computers on the side and he hooked me up. As soon as the clock struck 8 his cart was full and I was giving him my credit card. Platinum passes sis. It's on."

"OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD" Michonne starts running through her apartment. She literally knocks Andrea to the ground in her exuberance.

"Hey be careful."

"I'M GOING TO DEAD WALKER! I'M GOING TO DEAD WALKER! I'M GOING TO DEAD WALKER! I'M GOING TO DEAD WALKER! I'M GOING TO DEAD WALKER! Michonne can't stop dancing around the apartment. "What am I going to wear?"

"Hey Michonne, you still there," Glenn starts yelling at the phone. All he can hear are excited squeals in the background and something like clothes being thrown around. He smiles to himself and can't help but laugh at his friend. This is gonna be fun