Michonne was walking down the streets of Alexandria. She just needed someone to talk to. There was so many people she could talk to, but she only wanted to talk to him: Rick. It was like he was the only person who understood her. He and Carl had changed her; they made her actually want to live. They gave her a reason to live.
She loved Carl and Judith like they were her own children, and she knew Carl thought highly of her too, especially since he slipped up and called her "mom" a few times. When Carl realized what he said, he would instantly be embarrassed and mutter "sorry." Michonne never wanted to take the place of Lori, but she knew it must be hard for Carl not having his mom. She would always be there for him and Judith when they needed her and she would try to be the "mother figure" as best as she could without overstepping boundaries.
Now for Rick, she respected the man. He had brought everyone so far. Even though his decisions weren't always the best, he always made sure to keep his group safe. It had been a long journey since the prison, but he got everyone to where they needed to be.
Michonne would like to think that maybe she helped Rick too. There were several times that he was going off the deep-end, but she was the only person who brought Rick back.
Throughout all of this, Michonne had developed feelings for Rick that she couldn't explain. She found herself only wanting to talk to him about how she felt about things. She didn't express her feelings to anyone, but Rick. She would always make some kind of excuse to talk to him. She found herself looking into those bright blue eyes way too much. Her heart tugged a little every time he talked to her. Michonne couldn't ever get him out of her mind. She wanted more than those ten minute talks. She wanted to be sleeping in his bed, not just in a room in his house. She wanted more. She wanted him. That's all she really wanted.
She didn't know what to make of these feelings. Michonne didn't know if she was permanently screwed up for good or if these feelings were something more. If they were more, was it actually love? If it was love, did Rick even think about this or was Michonne overthinking all of this? She wouldn't dare tell Rick about her feelings. He had more important things to do than think about feelings. Feelings always seemed to betray you in the end anyway, but it always made Michonne wonder. Did he love her like she loved him?
All of these thoughts were going through Michonne's head as she was walking to find Rick. The sun was soon going to go down and she had to make it back to Rick's house to fix them dinner. She was passing by Jessie's house when she saw two figures. As she walked closer, she realized it was Rick and Jessie kissing in the garage.
She walked away quickly to make sure no one saw her. She just kept walking and walking when she realized she was crying. Rick obviously didn't reciprocate the same feelings, especially since he was kissing HER. That's the last thing she expected to see.
Michonne loved Rick Grimes and there was not a damn thing she could do about it. That's always how it went. Every time she let herself feel, it always came back to bite her in the ass.
She got ahold of herself. There wasn't nothing she could do, so why cry about it? It's not like anything good ever happened to her anyway.
When she got back to his house, she headed straight to the bathroom so no one would see that she had been crying. Michonne stared at her reflection in the mirror.
"Stop", she told herself. "Get ahold of yourself and stop crying. There isn't anything you can do now."
Michonne was right. She couldn't do anything about it. It's not like she would get to have Rick now, maybe not ever.