Thanks so much for reading! We are now in Part II and its time to go back to Alexandria. I hope you enjoy! Also, I just want to note this time and this time only to the one person that keeps saying this isn't a Richonne story, this is not a Richonne story is not about rainbows and sunshine. If you're looking for that kind of story, I'm sure there's one out there for you. This is my story and my ideas. If you don't like it, I suggest you find a story you do like or write your own. I'm building a plot around my ideas. Isn't that what FanFiction is about? For those of you who are following the story and are enjoying it so far. Thank you!

I want to add, that up until this point we have only known Michonne's point of view. We have no idea how Carl or Rick feel about anything other than how Michonne's perceives them to feel towards her. I also want to add, Carl likes Jessie because she is his friends mom. There's never been any indication that Carl, likes Jessie for Rick. Keep that in mind as you read. :) Enjoy!

Part II

Chapter 6 - Officer Friendly

"Get down!" she said, pulling his arm hard to lower him to the ground. He crouched down next to her. He could smell her cherry lip gloss as he leaned his head close to hers for a better view. There were maybe a hundred of them standing in some kind of weird formation like they were swaying to some silent song. One false move and they would know they were there.

"Over here," she whispered in his ear. Silently she crept towards a hollow tree. She squeezed inside and motioned him to join her.

He obeyed her command and slipped inside the tree. They were close. The cherry lip gloss filled the hollow with a sweet aroma. He looked at her. She was pretty. It had been a long time since he had been around a girl his age. She was looking at him too. The edge of his hat touched her forehead. She smiled. He leaned in to kiss her when suddenly a walker lurched inside and grabbed her. She screamed in agony as it sunk its teeth into the side of her face.

Carl's eyes flew open. He was covered in sweat and his heart beat like a drum. He looked around the room. He was safe. It had only been a dream. He inhaled and exhaled until his breaths became even. It had been a long time since he had a nightmare. Judith began to stir. Her face grimaced as she was awakened from her sleep. She had been sleeping next to Carl and his troubled sleep had interrupted hers. He knew it wouldn't be long before she woke the entire house.

They had stayed at Jessie's house that night. For some reason that Carl didn't understand. They only lived four houses down. "Why wake up Michonne and Daryl?" she said. His father had agreed and he followed what he was told to do.

He still didn't understand why they needed to stay when they were only four houses down. Now Judith was awake and she was becoming agitated. Carl got up off the bed and turned on the lamp next to the bed. He picked Judith up and cradled her head in his hand. Her lips began to curl and Carl knew what was coming next. Her diaper was wet.

Great, Carl thought. He looked around the room. Jessie's spare room was only big enough to fit a twin size bed and a desk. He didn't see Judith's diaper bag. It must be downstairs in the living room. He rocked Judith in his arms and opened the door. The house was quiet and he knew Judith would make it her personal duty to bring that to an end.

Carl walked down the stairs and fumbled his way towards the living room. It was dark, but in the moonlight, he could just make out Judith's diaper bag near the fireplace. Judith gave a small cry. He knew he didn't have long before the avalanche started. He walked into the living room and past the couch.

Carl didn't see them at first. In his quest to retrieve the diaper bag and return to the room he passed right by them. He reached for the diaper bag and stopped.

He heard breathing. Not one breath, but two. He turned his head slowly. His mouth opened in shock. There, on the couch lay his father. It was dark, but Carl could see her. Her blond hair was spread across his father's chest. Her head was turned away from him, but Carl could hear her soft breaths. She was asleep. Asleep on top of his father.

He could not move. Carl was frozen in place. Did they not expect anyone to see? They were in the living room. Did they not think that Sam, Ron, or he could come downstairs at any moment and find them? Carl's jaw tightened. Seeing his father like this made him angrier than he could explain. Was it seeing his father like this or seeing his father like this with her that made him angry? He was not sure. He felt embarrassed, ashamed to see his father this way. Had he no decency?

Carl clinched his teeth. His face was hot. His anger was growing. Judith was becoming irate. He had to get out of the house. Out of her house now. He didn't want his father to wake up and find him standing there. He bounded for the door. He had left his shoes upstairs. He would have to leave them. He couldn't stay another moment in this house. He opened the door and slammed it behind him. He knew he had woken them. The sound of the door slamming probably woke up the whole house. He didn't care. He left Judith's diaper bag, his shoes, and his father behind.

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Rick woke with a panic at the sound of the door slamming. He had forgotten Jessie was on top of him as bounded to his feet. She tumbled to the ground as he searched around in the darkness for his gun. He had left it at home. He didn't think he needed it for a birthday.

"Is everything okay Rick?" Jessie asked sleepily. She looked around at the door. "Did someone go out or come in?" she asked.

"I don't know," Rick said looking around for any indication that something was wrong. "I'm going to check on the kids."

He ran up the stairs to Jessie's spare room. Sam and Ron had come out of their rooms at the sound of the door slamming. Sam rubbed his sleepy eyes.

"Is everything okay?" he asked Rick.

"Everything is fine," Rick said, wishing he believed it as he said it. He opened the door to the spare room. It was empty. His heart pounded faster.

"Are the kids okay," Jessie said coming up the stairs. "I don't see anything wrong downstairs."

"Carl and Judith are gone," Rick said rushing past her down the stairs.

"Gone! I'm sure they're okay," she called after him.

Rick was not listening. He ran back to the living room and grabbed his clothes. He saw Judith's diaper bag by the fireplace. Carl wouldn't leave with Judith without her bag. Something had to be wrong. He grabbed the bag, rushed to the door. Putting on his boots as he made his way outside.

"Wa-!," Jessie called. Rick was not listening. He closed the door and headed for home.

He ran down to his house and sprinted up the front steps. He threw opened the door and turned on the lights. Everything looked fine. Nothing out of the ordinary. Daryl had been laying on the couch. He stood up and grabbed his crossbow, pointing it at Rick.

"What the hell!' he shouted. "This is the third time tonight someone has come flying through that door and I'm getting tired of it!"

"Have you seen Carl," Rick asked doing his best to control his fear.

"Yeah," Daryl said. "He and little Ass Kicker went upstairs about 5 minutes ago. Everything okay?" Daryl asked. He moved the hair from in front of his eyes to get a better look at Rick.

"Everything's fine," Rick said as he walked up the stairs. Why had Carl left Jessie's house like that? At this time of night? And with Judith? Rick's fear had turned to anger. He went to Carl's room and opened the door.

Judith was laying on Carl's bed playing with her stuffed toy. She sat up at the sight of Rick. "Da da!" she called to him.

Carl was on the edge of his bed. He did not look at Rick when he opened the door.

"Carl," Rick started, "Why in the hell did you go running out of the house with Judith at this time of night? Are you crazy?"

"Am I crazy," Carl said with a snicker. "Let's not talk about crazy."

"Excuse me?" Rick said.

"You heard me," Carl said. He glared at his father. He wasn't backing down.

"I don't know who you're talking to like that, but you better change your attitude. And you better do it quickly," Rick said angrily. It had been a long time since he had taken that tone with Carl.

Judith was becoming upset. She could sense a fight brewing between her father and brother.

"I want to know why you left the house with Judith? You woke up the whole house slamming the door like that," Rick continued. "And you left her diaper bag." Rick sat the bag down next to the door.

"And I want to know," Carl said getting off his bed and walking towards Rick, "Why you were laying on the couch with Jessie. Did you not think anyone would see you? Are you that desperate?" Carl finished, raising his voice.

Rick's neck began to burn. Carl had seen him. He had seen him on the couch with Jessie. Dammit, he thought. He had not meant for him to find them that way. She had come downstairs and caught him off guard. The second time she had done that.

Rick didn't know what to say. He opened and closed his mouth several times. Carl stood glaring at him, waiting for an answer.

"I'm sorry," were the only words that came to mind.

Carl rolled his eyes. He turned away from his father and went to his desk. He picked up his comic book and flipped through the pages angrily.

Rick stood there trying to find something to say. He could not. He reached for Judith. She clung to his shirt and looked from her dad to her brother.

"I'll take Judith," was all Rick could say.

"Yeah, you do that," Carl said not looking up from his comic.

Rick turned to leave. He glanced back at his son one more time before leaving the room. He could understand Carl being embarrassed by what he had seen. No kid wants to see their parent that way, but why was he so angry?

Daryl met Rick as he walked out of Carl's room. "I don't know if this is the right time, but we have a situation," he said. He turned and headed back down the stairs.

Rick followed. Abraham was at the door. Rick could tell by his face that he didn't bring good news.

"What's going on?" Rick asked.

"I'm not sure of the severity as of yet, but during my security detail, I located a crack on the east side of the gate. During my last rotation, I noticed that the crack had been altered," Abraham said.

Rick looked at him in confusion.

"I spoke with Michonne about it and she said she would let you know," Abraham added. "It was just a crack when I told her, but now it looks like someone came in or went out."

"Wait," Rick began, "Michonne was supposed to be on duty tonight. I didn't see her at the party."

"Negative, Deanna asked me to take over for Michonne tonight," said Abraham. "Michonne was at the party. That is where I relayed the message. She said she would pass on the information to you. In fact, she said she was looking for you."

"I didn't see her," Rick said. "I never left the room except to go to the gar-," he stopped. Michonne had been at the party, but he had not seen her. He didn't even know she was there. Why had she looked for him and left the party before she found him? And why had Deanna asked Abraham to take over Michonne's shift?

"Daryl, you said when I opened the door that was the third time tonight?" Rick asked.

"Yeah, Michonne came back here about twenty minutes after she left," Daryl said. "She was pissed about something. She slammed the door and ran up the stairs. I went up after her, but I could hear her crying in her room. I figured I better just leave her be for now."

Rick's head began to spin. He turned around and went back up the stairs. Judith grabbed the collar of his shirt and held it tightly in her little hand.

He went straight to Michonne's room. It was empty. The bed was made. Her katana was gone.

Something was wrong. Rick ran back downstairs. "She's gone," Rick said to Abraham and Daryl.

"Show me this crack," Daryl said to Abraham. He grabbed his crossbow.

"This way," Abraham said.

"I'll be there in a minute," Rick said to them. They nodded and headed outside.

Where was she? It was not like her to do something like this. She wouldn't just leave. Not without telling him or Carl. But it had been so long since he had really talked to her. Why was that?

Rick's neck began to burn again. "Carl," he called. No answer. "CARL!" he shouted.

Carl came down the stairs. He stopped at the last stair.

"Carl, I need you to take Judith. I think Michonne is gone. I'll explain more when I have more to explain. But I need to meet Daryl and Abraham." He handed Judith to Carl.

Carl did not take her. He stood on the bottom stair, staring at his father. He held his comic book in one hand. A small piece of paper in the other. Tears were rolling down his cheek. He held the paper out for his father to take.

Rick took the paper. His heart sunk as he read. You have been loved, you are loved, and you will always be loved. Forever, M.