Greetings fellow writers and readers, I have a new Richonne story. I know I should be updating the other stories I have written already but this story has been stuck in my mind for months and I just needed to get it down on paper. I always felt it wasn't fair that Rick get to keep both his children meanwhile Michonne lost her only one so (waves magic wand) Andre gets to be alive in this story but Michonne did suffer a lost which will be revealed in the future chapters. So this story will not precisely follow the original story line of the show but I do hope you guys enjoy this chapter. Thanks for reading. Comments, suggestions and questions are always welcomed.
Michonne, suffering from a gunshot wound, stood in front of the prison, clutching the fence with one hand for support and holding the basket filled with formula in her other. She didn't know how long it took her to get to the prison but she knew this was the right thing to do. She needed to get the formula to them even if it meant putting her life at risk. She knew the pain of losing a child and she didn't want anyone else to suffer that same agony. She saw a man with a look of distrust approaching her from behind the gate. She turned to her left to see a walker has noticed that she really wasn't one of them. It was her scent that gave her away. One by one all the walkers have slowly come to the same conclusion and begin to surround her. She pulled her katana out slicing down the walkers that approached her. She slowly starts to lose conscious and not being able to stand any longer she collapse on the ground. Before closing her eyes, she noticed the walkers surrounding her. She thought of Andre as she drifted off.
Rick approached the woman with caution after killing the walkers that surrounded her. He kicked her sword aside and bends down to search her body for any bite marks. He saw the gunshot wound just as he noticed the tightness of her body. He couldn't believe the reaction his body was having to a woman who was barely conscious and to make matters worse he just lost his wife. His reaction to her made him want to leave her out here with the walkers. The guilt was killing him the moment he saw Carl staring at him pleading with him to bring this woman inside. He quickly lifted her onto his shoulder and brought her inside the cell block. He gently laid her on the floor, a part of him needed to protect this woman but the guilt of wanting her made him want her out of here as soon as possible. He took the bottle of water from Carl and poured it over her chest, cursing himself for how beautiful the water made her chest look rising with each breath she took. He was speechless when he saw her big beautiful brown eyes flutter open and then he saw the fear that flash through them. He needed to ease her mind so he whispered words of comfort. "It's alright, relax you're safe. You have nothing to fear from us. You want to tell me your name?" He quickly pushed her sword away when he saw her reached for it. "We're not going to hurt you, unless you give us a reason to"
"Rick, who the hell is this?" Daryl asked Rick while approaching the cell.
Rick turned his attention from Daryl back to Michonne "You want to tell us who you are and why you're here?"
She stared intensely at Rick, not willing to answer his questions. Rick stood up, feeling frustrated with the situation he found himself in and turned to look at Daryl when he called his name again. "Everything all right Daryl?"
"You gonna want to see what I found." Daryl replied with a satisfied smile.
Rick picked up Michonne sword "This is coming with me. You're safe here. I have someone who can patch you up but when I come back you going to answer a few questions for me in return."
Rick left the cell to have the air knocked out of him when his eyes landed on Carol. He was overcome with emotions. He couldn't hold back the tears of relief that fell down his face as he pulled her into a tight hug. "I thought we lost you, thank god we truly didn't. God I missed you."
"Where's Lori?" Carol asked him when her eyes landed on the newborn that Beth was holding.
He shook his head and pulled her into another tight hug when she started to break down after hearing her friend had passed away from the birth of Judith.
After an emotional reunion, he took Herschel and Daryl and headed back to the cell that held the beautiful mysterious stranger. "We can tend to your wound, give you food and water and then send you on your way but you going to have to answer a few questions for me." Taking her silence as a yes, he continues to speak. "How did you find us and why were you carrying formulas?"
After a few passing moment she answered his question. "The supplies were drop by a young Asian guy with a young woman."
"What happen to them?" Rick asked her.
"Are they alive?" Hershel asked her.
"They were taken." she replied in a whispered. She felt guilty for not intervening but she wasn't in a state to take on Merle. She knew he would of took her too and the moment the governor had his hands on her, she would of became his new toy with no escape.
"Taken by whom?" Rick took a threatening step toward her.
"The same asshole that shot me" She replied with a look of disgust.
Rick started to get aggravated with her short replies. He was slowly starting to lose his temper. "Those are my people. You tell me where they are right now!" He grab at her wound causing her to scream in pain. "Don't you ever touch me!"
"No Dada, don't hurt my mommy" Andre stood before her eyes crying behind the bars that stood between them. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. She knew it wasn't reality and once again she was losing her mind. She started to feel faint and slowly ease herself onto the cot. She closed her eyes remembering the promise she made herself a few months ago, she promised herself that she wouldn't let this world take away her sanity; it has already taken too much from her. "Andre is dead, you're not real" she whispered those words, trying to reason with herself. She opened her eyes to see that her reasoning did not help her state of mind, she could still see Andre crying for her and to make matter worst the strangers were interacting with the ghost of her son. She couldn't get a grip on reality and she was surrounded by strangers, it was a deadly combination. "No go away, you hurt my mommy" Big tears fell from Andre eyes as he tries to hide behind Daryl leg.
"Are you sure she's your mother?" Rick bend down to his knees to put himself eye level with the boy that stole his heart. He felt a sharp pain in his heart to know that he was the cause of those painful tears coming from his son.
"Why you hurt my mommy?" He gasped for air, squeezing Daryl leg with his tiny fingers.
"She was already hurt when we found her" Rick answered while throwing a confused glance at the cell that held Michonne.
"No I saw you, you squeeze her leg" Andre pouted while his tears have come to a halt. He didn't understand why they were being so mean to his mother. He knew she would come back for him because she promised she would. Every night he prayed to dream of her so he wouldn't forget her face when she came for him and now there were trying to keep him from her.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I was worried about Aunt Maggie and Uncle Glenn and it was wrong of me to cause your mama pain" Rick reach out both his arm for Andre but Andre shook his head and buried his face into Daryl's leg.
"I wanna see my mama!" Andre yelled.
Daryl turned around to look at a frighten Andre "We gonna go see your mama, no one is gonna keep you from your mama" Daryl took his hand into his and looked at Rick "You coming?"
"Yeah, of course" Rick replied with an exhausted sigh. He wouldn't leave his son with this stranger even if she was his mother. A stranger who wields a sword and walked through walkers like she was one of them was not someone he wanted to trust Andre with no matter how beautiful she was.
Michonne was lying down on the cot fighting back the tears that were threatening to fall. First time in months, she felt emotionally drained and worn out, she just wanted to sleep and wake up with her sanity intact. She heard steps coming towards her but she kept her eyes shut tight. "Mommy" she heard his pleading voice but she was scared to open her eyes. She started to whimper in fear when she felt small hands grabbing at her. She opened her eyes to find big brown eyes peering at her with fresh unshed tears. She reached up and wiped the tears from Andre cheeks as they begin to fall. "I know I'm dying because this can't be real. Only death could bring us together again."
"Mommy, I knew you would come for me. I waited for you every day" He beamed a smile at her and hug her. She was confused when she wrapped her arms around him. He felt so real in her arms. "I'm sorry for leaving you with your father. I should have taken you with me and then you would still be alive."
Daryl realizing that Michonne was not in the right state of mind decided to intervene. "Andre, your mama is hurt and needs to be patched up. Why don't you go with Carl and go find something to eat while we take care of your mama."
"No I wanna stay" Andre pouted his lips and tightened his hold on his mother vest.
"Don't you want your mama to get better?" Daryl asked him.
"Yes I do." His lips tremble with worried.
"We can't do that if you're here."
"You promise dada won't hurt my mommy" Andre looked up at Daryl with hopeful eyes.
"I promised" Daryl made a crossed over his heart with his finger.
"I'll be back mommy, dada won't hurt you again" Andre kissed Michonne and followed Carl out of the cell.
Michonne didn't understand why the ghost of her son was calling this man his father. She could barely keep her eyes open, she just wanted to sleep but this old man wouldn't let her. "No, you can't go to sleep now. I need you to stay awake for me." Herschel wets a cloth and dabbed it around her face to keep her awake. "I'm going to look at your wound now okay?"
Michonne nodded her consent feeling at ease in the old man's presence. She started to close her eyes again, wanting to dream of Andre again. "I need some help" He looked to Daryl and Rick. "One of you guys needs to remove her jeans"
Daryl shrugged and took a step towards Michonne. "No, I'll do it" Rick replied through clench teeth. Rick was already feeling possessive over her and he wasn't going to let any guy near her. Daryl gives a startled look at Rick and then chuckled as he left the cell. Rick walk towards Michonne and started to unbuckle her belt. Michonne woke up startled, reaching for her sword that wasn't there. Realizing she was weaponless, she screamed in distress while struggling against Rick's strong hold. "Calm down I'm not going to hurt you" Rick took a step back from her, holding up his hands to show her that he was no treat to her. She looked up at him with a pleading look. "Please don't, I'll tell you where they took your friends just don't touch me."
Beth came running to the cell, throwing Rick a worried look. "Is everything okay?"
"Yes, it was just a misunderstanding. Could you help her out of her jeans so your father can tend to her wounds, I'm going to go check on the kids." Rick left the cell in a hurry. He was angry after seeing the fear in her eyes, fear that was shown because of him. He wondered who put such a fear in her that a simple gesture of help turned into a hysterical fight to protect her body. He wanted to reassure her that he wasn't going to let anything happen to her but he was afraid of the hold she had on him and most likely she wouldn't believe him since he was the one that cause more pain to her injury. He hardly knows this woman and he already felt drawn to her. He still couldn't believe this woman was the mother of his son. It had to be faith that brought her to them. He chuckled to himself when he realized he still didn't know this stubborn woman name.