I do not own anything what so ever TWD related. If I did I would be the happiest person on this planet. Well, I am happy, but happier, LOL. This is a fic that will be close to events from season 5, but there will be some changes along the way. It is a ZA focused fic and many of our beloved TWD characters will be in the story and…oh yeah, the story is centered on Rick and Michonne and how their relationship develops during their journey. We will see how these two warriors fight to survive and love…
It is a warm and beautiful afternoon as Michonne drove up to the garage in her upscale building. She parks in her reserved spot and exits her shiny red BMW. She opens the back door to remove her briefcase. She proceeds to the garage elevator and presses the button number 8 to go to her floor. Her face illustrates how exhausted she is from a long day of cases and dealing with all sorts of people. Once the elevator door opens wide she takes the long stroll down the hall towards her apartment. She takes out her key and notices how quiet the entire hall is, almost eerily quiet. She takes a moment to assess her surroundings, shrugs it off with a simple and slight shake from her head and places the key in the lock and unlocks the door.
"Hi, Ms. Seney. He is doing well, but… I really got to go." The babysitter is a young African American lady hired to watch her son as Michonne worked.
"Hi, is everything all right?" Michonne asked with confusion and concern as the young lady quickly gathered her items to leave.
"Ms. Seney, did you see the news? It has been crazy in the city since around 3:00 PM. Something about a virus breaking out and people looting and doing other things. I just got to get home." The young lady said as she rushed to the door to exit.
"But, wait…" Michonne yelled, but found herself watching the door slam behind the lady.
Michonne put her brief case on the coffee table in the living room and took the TV remote in her hand to watch the news. There were reporters in different areas of Georgia showing the devastation that was taking place and urging people not to go out of their homes. Michonne becomes worried as she puts the remote down and looks for her son.
"Peanut, where are you? Andre…Andre!…" But there was no response.
As she is about to enter the child's room, her front door abruptly opens and it is Mike, her boyfriend and Andre's father.
"Hun, oh thank God you're here, where is Andre?" Mike asks as he is removing his suit jacket.
"I…I think he is in the room…" Suddenly she hears Andre cry out for her. Michonne runs to his bedroom to see a walker hovering over him and Andre is crying out to her as he extends his little arm towards her direction.
"NO!" Michonne yells out as she opens her eyes and sees total darkness. The ceilings are dark and she is lying on blankets covering hard cold wooden floors. She can feel her forehead covered in sweat. She sits up and looks to her left to see Carl sound asleep. On her right are Rick and Judith also asleep. Michonne takes a deep breath understanding that she had another dream, with Andre and Mike. Her family from the past, but now she sleeps between a new one. She wonders if she can call them that. They have gone through so much together, but what were they… really? Michonne quietly stands up so she wouldn't disturb the sleeping trio and picks up her katana. She walks to the back of the church and sits at the last pew. There is silence for the most part, but there are moments when she can hear the occasional snore from Tyrese or a whimper from Sasha who appears to be crying in her sleep over losing Bob. Michonne looks over where the massacre occurred and doesn't flinch or regrets what was done, but just looks. She closes her eyes and rest her head back for what could have been five minutes and lets her thoughts wonder. She thinks about her past and how real the dream felt. She thinks about Mike and how he was before "everything" happened. She thinks about Carl and how he often looks lost in thoughts and how she would just love to see him smile more and how cute and fragile little Judith is, in such a hard and scary new world. Then her thought goes to Rick, a man who carries so much on his shoulders and tries to do right, even when others question his actions with their looks and whispers. He knows what has to be done, even when he doesn't want to, but he has to. She smiles as her thoughts drift from his leadership qualities to his physical assets. Michonne has always noticed that Rick is a very attractive man, despite all that facial hair she doesn't like and all the torment he has had to face. The gentleness he displayed with his daughter after the attack on Gareth and the other hunters was also alluring. Michonne knew and can feel that his gentleness was genuine, just like his loyalties and protection for the entire group. She found him to be very special and couldn't stop smiling as she thought about him.
"Couldn't sleep?" Rick says in a tired voice, but strong enough to take Michonne out of her thoughts and slightly startle her in the process.
"Actually, I got enough sleep, just needed some time to think I guess." Michonne replies as she looks down at her katana on her lap.
Rick stands next to where she is sitting. "OK, do you want to be alone?" He asks, but his question doesn't sound so sincere, almost as if he wants her to ask him to stay. Michonne understands. They had developed a way of understanding and communicating without words, which was good, since words could get in the way at times.
"It is fine, please stay." Michonne answers as she scoots over so Rick can sit next to her.
"What has you thinking? What we did to Gareth and the others?" Rick asks as he looks at Michonne and then straight ahead where it all unfolded.
"No, not really. My thoughts often travel to the past, what happens now and what happened, well it had to. It was either them or us. I prefer them." Michonne answers and looks straight into Rick's blue eyes. He felt the honesty of her words in her look. He sees that Michonne is a true warrior and would do what was needed. He also sees that she agrees with him, his decisions and leadership. Rick gives Michonne a side look and then looks forward, nods and smiles.
"Are you OK with getting it back?" Rick asks as he looks towards Michonne's lap.
"My sword? Well, it returned to me. I thought I would never see it again. I guess this means something." Michonne answers as she lifts the sheathed weapon. "There was also a moment that I didn't think I would see anybody from the prison again after the attack, but thank God I was proven wrong, that time as well." She sighs.
"Yeah, I know, I thought I would never see Judith again. Amazing right? A miracle within the madness?" Rick questions as he looks forward, shakes his head and smiles.
They sat in silence as time passed by which were only minutes, but seemed longer as the other survivors slept not knowing where Daryl and Carol had gone, or what would tomorrow bring.
"You, know what? I never thank you for always being there for Carl." Rick says to break the silence.
"Rick, common man, there is no need to thank me for that. That is just what we do right?" Michonne says as she shruggs her shoulders and looks at her sword that is placed once again on her lap.
"Yeah, true…But he is really close to you." Rick says as he looks towards Michonne. "As I had said before, he needs you. When you appeared that day, when we were in the house and I was a mess, you coming to us…I mean him, was a miracle."
Michonne looks up at Rick and gives a very pretty and warm smile.
"Thank you." Was all Michonne says and Rick nods.
"So, I guess, I have witnessed two miracles so far. You and Judith. I guess I am a lucky man." Rick says as he smiles.
"Really, how's that?" Michonne answers with a flirty smile, that she didn't plan consciously.
"Well, I don't know. Let me see… two beautiful ladies in my life. Who wouldn't consider that lucky?" Rick replies and looks straight into Michonne's eyes. They smile and stare and for a moment it appears to become even quieter than before. There was just something in the way they look at each other and how they feel. The silence of the night and the stares were interrupted by Gabrielle who walks towards the area of the church where the massacre occurred hours before. Gabrielle begins to clean the area despite it being clean once before, by him.
"There he goes again." Michonne says as she watches the priest wash the unsacred floor.
"It makes you wonder. Is he cleaning our sins or his own?" Rick answers as his mouth forms a side crooked smile that appears to have more resentment towards the man than pity.
Michonne nods and stands up. "I need a little air."
"Would you like some company?" Rick inquires as he also stands to follow. From a distance the two survivors can hear Judith crying.
"No…Besides, Judith is calling and I won't be alone. I have my thoughts to keep me company." And with that Rick goes to check on his daughter as Michonne sits outside of the church on the front steps.
This is a fic that will focus on their journeys in many ways. They are true warriors that have faced many detrimental obstacles, although as that will continue they will do it as a family and even find romantic love along the way (i.e., Richonne and other couples). It will be close to season 5 current story lines, but there will be certain changes and twist that I will introduce for the sake of my story. What do you think so far?
Many more chapters to come…