For richonnefics Open Mic Night. Takes place during the wrist touch that takes place in "What Happened and What's Going On."
It was gone.
Noah's sobs echoed through the empty streets, loud and painful. But Rick couldn't focus on that. He could see the tears in Michonne's eyes; he could feel her devastation. He wanted to make it right for her, but he didn't know how. He wanted to hold her; he wanted to comfort her; he wanted to tell her...it would be okay.
But he couldn't offer that. Not now. Not until he found an answer.
All he could do was let her know that he was there. They would figure this out, together. He kept his eyes on her as he walked past her, and she kept her eyes to the ground. But Rick knew-what she was feeling, what she was trying to hide. Gently, he touched her wrist, his fingers brushing her palm. It wasn't a hand hold, but he just needed her to know:
All wasn't lost. Not as long as they had each other.