Michonne heard Carl coming down the steps. She splashed water on her face, then left the bathroom.

"Hey Michonne", Carl greeted her.

"Hey", she said back the best as she could, but her voice broke a little.

"Are you okay?", Carl instantly asked, with concern on his face.

"Yes, I'm fine", she lied. What a terrible lie, she told herself. She wouldn't dare tell Carl what was actually wrong with her. She didn't know how Carl would take it anyway, his dad being with another woman who wasn't Lori. "I just had an eyelash stuck in my eye that didn't feel too good."

To change the subject, she asked him "What do you want for dinner?"

"Uh...", he said as he was trying to think. "I really love your spaghetti. How about that? Is that okay?"

The first time she fixed spaghetti, Carl ate three plates of it. He had told her that she makes the best spaghetti.

"Yeah." She began the process of making Carl's favorite meal. It was one of her favorites also, but right now, she wasn't in the mood for it. She wasn't in the mood for anything.

Dinner was almost finished. "Carl, bring Judith down, dinner is finished", she called up to him.

About a minute later, he appeared with a smiling Judith in his arms. Michonne had to smile back. Judith had grown so much since the prison, and Michonne was glad she got to witness her growing up. She was about to start walking and she even said a few words like "cup" and "bye-bye. Judith had the most smile and brown eyes that Michonne had ever seen. She was surprised that she didn't have blue eyes, like Rick and Carl. She didn't really know the details of it, but she heard that Lori had some type of affair with Rick's friend Shane; she really didn't know how true it was at first. Michonne noticed that Judith didn't really look like Rick, but then again, Michonne had never seen Lori to know if she looked like her or not. That's one thing she would never question Rick, if the baby was his or not. She knew it would probably kill him if she wasn't his, but he took care of her and loved her as his own. That's all it really mattered.

Michonne had seen Carl grow up too. Like his father, he got stuck in a few rough patches, but he always came back. When Michonne looked at Carl, she could see Rick. They had the same eyes and smile and they even thought the same way. Carl was so much like Rick in more ways than they both realized.

Like Rick, Michonne was one of the only people who understood Carl. He talked to her, but most of all, he liked playing jokes on her and making bets.

Michonne, Carl, and Judith sat down to eat. Michonne didn't really feel like eating, but she ate anyway.

Rick wasn't there for dinner like always. He would usually come in later and eat. Other days, it didn't really bother Michonne, but it bothered her now. She knew where he was... with HER.

A few minutes later, Michonne was pulled out of her thoughts when Carl started laughing. She rose her eyebrows until she realized he was laughing at Judith. She had spaghetti sauce all over her face, and she somehow managed to get a noodle on her head. It was hanging from her head. This made Michonne start to smile.

"You must really like this, don't you?", she asked her while cleaning her up.

Judith started laughing. Her laugh was so contagious and cute that everyone started to laugh.

A few seconds later, Rick walked in. Michonne instantly stopped laughing.

"What's so funny?", Rick asked them.

"There was a noodle on Judy's head", Carl said while laughing.

Rick smiled and walked over to Judith and kissed her on the forehead.

He got his dinner and sat right in front of Michonne. The first thing she did was look him straight in the eyes. He looked at her and gave her that stare; that same fucking stare she thought meant something.

Michonne broke eye contact and took a deep breath. She took a bite of her food. A few minutes later, she looked at him and he was staring again.

Michonne couldn't take this. Maybe that stare he gave her was just the way he looked at everyone, but that look... that look was the first thing that came into her mind whenever she thought about him.

Michonne got up and said "I'm not feeling well. I'm going to go lie down." She needed to get out of there fast, before she burst into tears.

She was half-way up the steps when she heard Rick ask Carl, "Is she okay?"

"I don't know. She was acting sorta weird earlier, but it's probably because she doesn't feel well."

Great, Carl, she thought. Rick didn't need to know that.

She walked to her room, shut the door, and sat down on the bed.

Michonne had to leave. She couldn't take the way he was looking at her like he wanted something from her, like he cared. If he cared so much about her, why did he kiss Jessie?

Michonne never intended to fall in love with anyone, let alone Rick. Love wasn't something she was good with before the apocalypse, so why the hell did she want to love someone now? There was just something about Rick that pulled her in. The way he looked at her like his eyes were looking at her soul shook her to her very core. His eyes were as blue as the ocean, she loved them and could always get lost in them. One thing she admired about Rick most was the fact that he never let anything bother him. It was the damned apocalypse, and he just kept pushing through. Maybe that's why she admired Rick. It was the fact that they were so much alike. They had both lost someone close to them, and they were in their own world of crazy for awhile. Together, they had gotten out of that crazy world they put themselves in and pushed through as a team. Along the way, Michonne fell in love with him.

Michonne didn't know what she was supposed to do. She didn't want to move out because Rick would definitely know there was something wrong. She didn't know if she could take living there in love with him, knowing he would never be hers. What if he brought Jessie to spend the night with him, sleeping in his bed with him? She couldn't handle that. That's the one thing she wanted and knowing she would never get to sleep in his bed, tore her heart to pieces. There was one thing left to do. She had to get over him, even it would be close to impossible. She HAD to. That was the only way.