TWD Chronicles
By Giselle George
aka dimples33
This story picks up after Rick and his group arrived in Alexandria and have finally settled down after the Walker herd and the wolves attack.
Chapter 1: Circle within a circle
Denise gave Judith a final check up. "She'll be alright, Judith's a fighter. It's just a cold."
"Are you sure?" Michonne looked at the toddler, a worried expression on her face. Denise looked as Carl and then back at Michonne.
"Yes, just give her the medicine I gave you and she'll bounce back within a week's time."
"A whole week?!" Michonne stared at Denise, her voice almost in a shriek. She reached for the fussy toddler. "She still feels abit warm."
The look Carl saw on Denise face was annoyance at being questioned on her ability. He walked over to Michonne and placed his hand on hers.
Judith will be fine, I promise." Carl and Michonne was now facing each other and that's when Denise saw something. This was more than just concern for a sick toddler. She looked outside and saw the dark coming in.
"You guys need to take her home before the night dew steps in."
Carl quickly gathered their things and they quickly exited the infirmary heading home.
Later that night.
Rick arrived home to meet Carl in the kitchen making a sandwich.
"How's Judith?"
"Denise said it's just a cold but…"
"But what?" Worry had began to creep in Rick's face. Carl saw this and attempted to calm his fears.
"Nothing. With the medicine Denise gave us Judith will be well within a week."
"Well that's good news." Rick reach over and began making a sandwich for himself.
"Yeah…." His response was quiet..un-reassuring. Rick noticed.
"Carl…" Carl stared at his father.
"Mom is just worried...that's all."
"Where is she?"
"Seriously dad?!" It's a stupid question Carl thought. Where else would she be.
"Right." Rick turned to head up to Judith's room.
"Give her this...she hasn't eaten all day."
Rick took the sandwich and sprinted up the stairs. Judith's room door was slightly opened. He could see Michonne sitting on a chair, close to Judith's crib rocking it gently. The window was opened and the curtain slightly pulled. A gentle breeze passed through them. It was a full moon and the clean white light slicked into the room passing perfectly between Michonne and the crib. The light was softly touching Michonne's face and it was then he saw that she had been crying. He knocked.
"May I?"
Instinctively, Michonne pulled back from the moonlight into the shadow of the room. She had been crying and wasn't prepared to answer any of Rick's questions about it.
"Sure..be quiet though..she just fell asleep" Rick knelt down besides her.
"Carl made this for you."
She gave a slight smile, took a bite, chewed a little..placing the rest on the night stand. "I can take over tonight..or Carl. You have been here since Judith got sick 4 days ago."
"I'm fine..I'll stay tonight as well."
"I just think that…"
Michonne cut him off with her hand pointing to the corner of the room. There was a cot already made..ready for its occupant. "I'm fine."
Rick knew better than to argue at this point. He kissed her on the cheek and said goodnight. In the kitchen, Carl was nowhere to be found.
"Carl?"
"Out back!"
Rick followed the voice and saw Carl watching Enid walk away into the night. "How's mom?
"Tired..but she wouldn't leave Judith's side. Judith's asleep. She's strong. She'll pull through."
"She has to pull through..if not for me or for you she has to pull through for mom...because she can't go through this again..she just can't!" There was an eerie pause.
"What?"
Carl back stiffened..then he cringed. Damn it. He made a huge mistake.
"Its nothing dad."
He turned and rushed passed Rick without even looking at him. Rick followed.
"Did Michonne say something?"
Rick held his son's gaze as he cornered him at the bottom of the stairs.
"No..I swear. It's just that I think all this death is getting to her and I am worried." Rick said nothing. "Remember the prison? It started as a cold and look what it turned into."
"This isn't the same thing." Rick's eyes narrowed. "Did Denise say it could be something else? Tell me Carl!"
"No dad..it's just a cold. Denise is sure of it."
"Ok."
"Goodnight dad."
Rick hugged him. "Goodnight."
Carl went up to his room as Rick made his way to the sofa. After awhile, a small chuckle escaped his lips. It was on this same sofa he and Michonne first made love 6 months ago. It was passionate...raw. They were animals. They were both hungry..hungry for each other bodies but the world just wouldn't let them be.
The attraction, sexual energy and longing have been building for months, years but the undead and the living kept them too busy to act. First it was the governor, then the flu outbreak then the governor again. They then lost their home, spending weeks on the road.
Then the Claimers tried to take a piece of him, Michonne and Carl which fortunately they lived briefly to regret. The Terminus Cannibals made that same mistake too. Back on the road again until Aaron found them and now they are here..in Alexandria.
They were starting over when the wolves and the walkers herd attacked but thankfully they were victorious in defending their home. Except for the assholes who tried to kill Sasha, Abraham and Daryl a few weeks back everything has been good.
Rick smiled to himself..mints..it all started with mints. Kissing Michonne lit a fire in his belly and boy did it burn. Their bodies intertwined on the sofa..touching..searching..feeling.
They climaxed together the first time, his juices spilling into Michonne's center. Her back arched as his lips suckled feverishly on her nipples and her legs quivered uncontrollably. After three deep breaths, she pulled his face up to hers and whispered."I want more.."
She didn't have to tell him twice. He scooped her up butt naked and sprinted up the stairs. They made love twice again that night. Later he had slipped out of bed to retrieve their clothes from the sofa only to see that they were already folded on a chair in the corner of the room.
He glanced over at a sleeping Michonne and thought that she probably had the same idea and had beaten him to the punch. He quickly crawled back into bed and cuddled next to her.
That next morning.
"Good morning." He greeted Daryl in the kitchen.
"It's about time." Rick looked at Daryl who then glanced at the sofa. "I just thought I should tidy up a bit." Daryl was grinning at him, gave Rick a pat in the back and left.
"Shit."
Rick smiled at the memories of the sofa. Checking his watch and seeing it was 1am he headed upstairs. He checked in Carl's room then made his way to Judith's room. Michonne had Judith in her arms...both were fast asleep.
Contented, he went to their bedroom, quickly changed and slipped into bed. He took one of Michonne's pillows and inhaled it. It smelt good..the scent of Michonne. Two hours later, Carl words were still ringing in his ears.."If not for me or for you..she has to pull through for mom..because she can't go through this again..she just can't."
Sure Carl gave him an explanation but as a group they have lost people before and she dealt with it..they all did or so he thought..Andrea, Hershel, Tyrese, Bob, Beth, Noah. Carl's words sounded again.."for Michonne…again."
Those words played over and over in Rick's head as he stared at the dark ceiling. After ten minutes..rick wondered. "Did Carl lie to him? He needed answers. Carl stirred on the bed only to be startled by Rick.
"Dad!
"You lied to me."
Carl put on the side lamp.
"About what?"
"What did you mean by again?"
"I told you."
"I know what you told me. You specifically said 'Michonne can't go through this again.' What did you mean?" Carl just looked at his father. "Ok. I'll ask Michonne in the morning."
"No! You can't!"
"Why?"
"You just can't!"
"Fine." He turned to leave. Thinking that Rick will make good on his threat, Carl blurted it out.
"She had a son!" Rick's hand froze on the door knob. "Mom had a son..his name was Andre..he was 3yrs old when he died!" Carl's voice was sharing with every word he spoke. A minute of silence passed between them. "Dad?" Carl was whispering now..whimpering.
Rick's mind was going 1000mph. Michonne had a kid..she's a mom! Then the rest of Carl's confession slowly sank in..his name was Andre..he was 3yrs old when he died..She was a mom.
"Dad!"
That's when he realized Carl had been shaking him..his eyes pleading with him.
"You can't tell mom I told you! You can't tell anyone! Please!" Rick stared at his son. "Promise!"
"Ok…"
Carl walked back to his bed defeated.
"I betrayed her. She'll never forgive me."
"Hey..don't say that. You know Michonne will forgive you anything."
"I shouldn't have told you."
"Yeah...probably." Carl stared at this father. "I wouldn't have asked her anything. I would never compromise you like that. Did she tell you not to tell me?"
"No..but I know she doesn't like to talk about it."
"Well she told you..that's says something."
"But what does that say about you? Parents aren't suppose to keep secrets from each other."
"True..but sometimes opening up a painful memory is the first step towards sharing it. When she is ready she will tell me" Rick glanced at the clock. "Time to get back to bed. We have a busy day ahead of us tomorrow." He hugged Carl and left.
Rick laid on the bed dumfounded. Michonne had a kid..a son. He is sure she was a good mother, no doubt. He just wondered why she didn't share this with him. She knows everything about him..hell..everyone does. About Lori, her betrayal with Shane, .
Michonne walked her way into Carl's life, Judith's life, his life and there she stayed where he held her. Sure he loved Daryl, Sasha, Abraham, Carol, Maggie, Glen, Rosita, Eugene and all the others but Michonne, Carl and Judith was HIS family..his inner circle.
Now it seems that there is a circle within his inner circle, one only reserved for Carl and Michonne. He wonders what other secrets she told him. He was jealous of Carl and he wants to be in their circle. But he made a promise. So for now, he will stand at the edge of their circle hoping, waiting and praying to be let in.
One week later….
Rick watched contented as Michonne feeds Judith. I see you Michonne..I see you..
"You are such a good mom..you know that right?" Rick glanced at Carl. "Any kid will be lucky to have you as their mother."
"You think so?"
"Yes..I do."
Daryl popped in his head.
"You guys ready?"
"Yup" Michonne kissed Judith before handing her to Carl. She picked up her Katanga and followed Daryl out. Rick turned to follow her.
"You promised."
"Scouts honour."
The foursome arrived at their destination. There were a few walkers which Daryl dispatched quickly.
"D and I will take that building."
"Ok. Michonne and I will check this one."
They then separated. Once inside Rick and Michonne began checking the shelves and stuffing their bags. Luckily, there weren't any walkers around. Sorry Carl. He walked over to Michonne's side, spun her around and pulled her close.
"Kiss me."
"What?"
"Just kiss me."
"Ok…" She kisses him long, deep and hard. "There...you happy?"
"Hmmm. Now.. Tell me about him."
"Him?"
"Yes..him. Tell me about Andre. Tell me about your son."
Michonne held her breath..her eyes narrowing. Then she gently pulled away from him. She walked to the other side of the store.
"There's nothing to tell. I had a child. He died." Her voice was cold..distant. He decided to keep pushing.
"Don't be upset. Carl made a mistake..a slip of the tongue." There was silence. "He really is broken up about it."
"It's fine..I'm not upset." She continued stuffing her bags with supplies.
"Michonne..please. Let me in."
Suddenly..Michonne drop her bag and spun around.
"Let you in?! Let you in?! What do you want me to say Rick?! That me freaking out over Judith was a reflection of my own inability...incapability to protect my own child?! That Judith being sick was a painful reminder of what I lost?! Is that what you want to hear?!'
With tears streaming down her face she walked up to Rick. Her face inches from his..here voice was low..venomous.
"I left my child with his irresponsible father and he died Rick...he died!" She backed away from him slowly. "Andre's death is on me...I killed my son!" Feeling her pain, Rick reached out to her. "Dont touch me" she whispered.."I'm disgusting!"
She back away from him again. "What I did was murder! Murder by omission! I failed to protect my child!"
Rick couldn't bear it anymore. He grabbed Michonne pulling her close to him..forcefully. She resisted at first but he didn't release her. He refused to..she needed hi. Now he was standing in her circle and he was never leaving. Michonne cried into his shoulder.
"My child is dead because of me Rick! I couldn't save him! They tore him apart! There was too much blood! She cried profusely into Rick's strong capable arms. Suddenly, her legs gave way and she collapsed. Still Rick didn't let go. He fell with her. As they sat on the floor Rick held her close. "I want him back!"
"You need to let this out..it's OK. Scream if you have to." And scream she did.
"Andre! Oh god! Please forgive me! I couldn't protect you and I'm so sorry! God help me!"
Tears silently streamed down Rick's face. This is killing hi. It tore his heart out that Michonne is in so much pain. Walkers had begun to gather at the entrance of the building. Abe and Daryl saw this and quickly disbursed the crowd. That's when they saw Rick cradling a distraught Michonne on the floor. Abe raised his gun.
"Shit!"
Daryl was about to enter when Rick raised his hand and waved him off. She shook his head at them as he continued to comfort his distressed partner.
Michonne was asleep on Rick's lap. Abe was driving. Daryl was looking at her.
"Is she alright?"
"Yes..she will be."
"Good..she scared the piss outta me!"
When they arrived home, Carl was in the kitchen reading comics. Michonne walked up to him and hugged him tightly.
"Thank you." She then went upstairs.
"Dad?"
"I'm in your circle now."