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Chapter 2
Michonne woke up to the smell of bacon and rain. The smell of anything that wasn't either undead or murderous pleased her, so waking up to this seemed like a treat. She slowly crawled out of bed and decided to shower before breakfast, rather than after.
After her shower Michonne threw on a pair of navy blue jeans and a plain white tee shirt and tied her hair into a tight high ponytail that caused her locs to swing graciously in whatever direction she moved her head.
After getting dressed Michonne made her way downstairs and took in the scene in front of her. Carl was feeding Judith the remains of what appeared to be grits, or at least, that's what he was trying to do. He, very much like his sister was covered in grits, except for his pants, and that was probably due to Judith not being able to reach that far yet.
"You're gonna need another shower." Michonne said as she made her way to search for cloth within the kitchen.
"You're up early. " He offered in response, with a small smile Michonne's direction.
"I smelled bacon." Michonne responded with a shrug of her shoulders.
This time Carl allowed himself to smile wider at Michonne's bluntness.
"Oh and I'll have you know that I don't need to take another shower, but I do need to take my first shower." Carl said before rising and shaking his now grit stained shirt, courtesy of Judith.
"Carl Grimes up before 10 am, showered, well rested and feeding his baby sister breakfast? I just knew it was to good to be true." Michonne joked as she lifted Judith from her highchair.
"Hey I got at least two of those done."
"Sure about that? Seems to me like you two are wearing most of what you supposedly fed Judith."
"Okay well I am at least up before 10." Carl stated defensively.
"Well…" Michonne then held out the arm that wasn't occupied Judith and stared at her blank wrist. "…barely."
"You aren't even wearing a watch!" Carl said with a small laugh. Michonne let out laugh of her own, only to be cut short due to Judith's sudden hair pulling.
"Ouch, Judith, next time you do something like that, at least give me a warning. I know you can't speak just yet but any kind of signal would be nice." Michonne said as she desperately tried to free her hair from the toddler's vise grip.
Carl smiled at the two's interaction.
"This is nice." He stated.
"Watching me suffer is nice?" Michonne joked before finally getting Judith to release her hair. "Thanks for that back, Judith."
"No!, Carl laughed. "Just you being here and not whenever you usually are… its just, nice having you back here." Carl said, his voice trailing off with a hint of uncertainty.
Michonne noticed a change in Carl's mood.
"Where else would I be?" she asked softly before switching Judith to her left hip.
"Just… whenever it is you go nowadays. But hey, at least you're here on weekends," Carl said trying to lighten the mood once more. "I mean I'd rather have you here on the weekdays because they're long-"
Carl was cut off by a knock at the door.
"Hold that thought." Michonne handed Carl Judith
"And also, hold that Grimes." She joked before a second knock was at the door.
"Really? 'Hold that Grimes?'" Carl asked through his fit of chuckles. Judith joined him with a fit of her own giggles without the slightest clue about what he may be laughing at.
"Least Judy thinks I'm funny. " There was a second knock at the door. "Oh right. Coming! "
Michonne opened the door to a smiling Jessie. She was soaked and without a jacket but still she stood there, smiling.
"Jessie? Hi. You should come in its really bad out here ." Michonne offered as she moved out of the way for the blonde woman to enter. Jessie shook her head slightly. "I'm fine, but thank you Michonne." She denied politely. "Is Rick up yet? I know its his day off and all but I was just have something to run by him." Jessie stated a bit louder, in order for Michonne to hear her over the heavy rain.
You know his it's his day off? Michonne wondered to herself.
"Oh um, I think he's still sleeping, sorry? Should I leave a message?" Michonne joked.
Jessie smiled at Michonne's light joke. "Actually that would be great. I just wanted to know if he would be attending Morgan's arrival party later tonight.
You walked all the way here in the rain to without a coat, for that? Alexandrians… Michonne thought to herself.
"I'm not completely sure that he will be attending, but I'll definitely tell him you stopped by."
Jessie smiled and turned to walk down the wet stairs and return home. "Thanks Michonne.
Michonne offered the woman a nod as she closed the door.
"Who was it?" Carl asked from inside the kitchen where he was wiping Judith's filthy face with the cloth that Michonne had found before.
"Just your fathers friend Jessie" Michonne said as she made her way back into the kitchen.
"Oh. I don't think her son Ron likes me. I mean like- before dad shot Pete."
"So he's just always disliked you?" Michonne asked
"No it's just that after Enid and I became friends, he just… wasn't as nice I guess?"
Michonne nodded her understanding.
"He likes her." She stated, putting two and two together. "Do you like her?"
Carl shrugged.
"Hey, as long as you don't go batshit crazy and somehow ending up waving a gun at the people of Alexandria."
Carl did his best to contain his laughter, and failed. "That's messed up." He managed, wiping at some of the tears the stained the corner of his eyes due to him laughter.
"Carl?" Rick shouted from someplace upstairs, most likely the kid's rooms, wondering where they could be this early.
"Our Queen has awoken." Michonne joked before reaching for Judith "Ill finish cleaning baby Grimes up. You go see what Papa Grumpy Grimes needs. Oh and shower while you're up there."
"Papa Grumpy Grimes…" Carl repeated before chuckling. "You're on a roll today."
Michonne smiled as Carl made his way up to see what his father wanted.
"Son?" Rick called for his Carl again, confused about where he and his sister may be at this hour.
"Yeah dad?" Carl offered after entering his and Judith's room.
Rick took in his son's grit stained hair and clothes.
"You fed Judy?" Rick asked knowingly.
Carl chuckled slightly before nodding his head. "Tried to. Oh and good morning to you too."
"Right, good morning son. So where's our culprit? Rick asked, referring to Judith.
"Downstairs with Michonne. She's cleaning her up."
Rick's eyebrows shot up in surprise "Michonne is here?"
"Well she does kinda live here dad."
Rick scoffed "Hardly."
"Go get cleaned up, I'm gonna go check on Judy and say good morning to Michoone."
Carl nodded and made his way to the bathroom.
Rick, on the other hand went downstairs where he saw Judith and Michonne settled at the sink.
Michonne was making a crown of suds on Judith's head. She turned towards the sound of Rick's footsteps and offered him a smile once he finally entered.
"Look at you two, being all domestic and shit." Rick said with a smirk as he leaned against the counter.
Michonne nodded and rearranged Judith's crown a bit. "Morning Rick." She greeted.
"And look at you, being all here and shit." Rick quipped lightly.
Michonne swallowed hard, they haven't even said 20 words to each other and here Rick was, already picking a fight."
Judith played with the suds Michonne had created, unaware of the growing tension between the two adults.
"Suppose I am here…" 'and shit" Michonne stated with a shrug, hoping to turn the conversation around.
"For how long though?"
Now it was too late. Rick wanted a fight.
Michonne dried her hands off on her pants as she turned around to face Rick.
"Your girlfriend stopped by this morning. "
"I don't have a girlfriend, Michonne."
"Well, none of my friends have ever stooped by my house at 10am in the rain asking if I'd attend a party with them.
Rick stared at Michonne for a while.
"That's because you're never home for them to stop by in the first place." Rick shot back, his cold eyes staring back at her brown ones.
"You're right. Its about time for me to join them anyways." She quipped sarcastic yet oh so serious at the same time.
"Where the hell are you going now? " Rick grunted in frustration as he watched Michonne search for her shoes.
Michonne did not respond as she slipped on her shoes and reached for her jacket. Rick sighed and snatched it off the coat rack.
"Where are you going?"
Michonne reached up for her jacket and was unsuccessful as Rick held it higher above her head, out of her reach.
"What are you? 12? Rick, give if here."
"I asked you a question."
"Why Rick?! Why does it matter? Need to know where I am so you can go out there and pick a fight with me outside of this house too?" Michonne asked through gritted teeth.
"You know what? I'll just take a number from your girlfriend and do without It." She chuckled angrily.
"Wait Michonne don'-!"
Rick was cut off by the sound of the door opening and slamming shut in a matter of seconds.
Rick sighed in frustration and returned to Judith who was still in the sink with her makeshift crown circling her head.
"Least you haven't left yet." Rick whispered to his daughter.