A/N: Hey everybody, yes I know I said I would update everyday and its been three days since my last update but I have to tell you I've been busy trying to finish assignments for uni. Also wouldn't you rather I take a little longer to update but write a good chapter? I'm proud to announce as of last chapter we are over 100k words! Without the support of my readers and followers I would have never got this far and wanted to keep going so thank you all :) I've finally fully caught up with TWD, watched mid-season finale for season 8 and now I get why people are pissed.
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- Angels and Douchebags.
"Hey," She said quietly from the outer fence looking at Rick intensely still holding the red basket.
"Rick, I know her. That's Michonne, the woman I told you about. The one who I hung around with for 9 months and the one who saved me from that place." I explained in a low voice as he turned his head to listen to me then focused his gaze back on the woman in front.
I walked towards the gate to open the fence when Rick held a hand a hand out to stop me. Carl ran down from where they were standing and stopped.
"Rick, what are you doing? I trust her." I asked confused.
"We gotta be quick before the scent wears off." I urged but he made no move.
I looked back at Michonne who was wearing a mask of calm over her face but I saw her put her hand to her side, wincing as I saw blood dripping out of a bullet hole.
"She's hurt." I said.
"Rick open the gate." I pleaded but he stood there with his head tilted squinting at Michonne who was looking just as intently back at her.
"Rick," I said more forcefully this time as he looked at me.
"Dad, should we help her?" Carl asked in front of the outer fence.
"Dammit Rick!" I growled looking at him slightly annoyed.
He let go of me and I ran to the outer gate where Michonne began cutting down the walkers with her katana. She sliced through the heads until her legs gave way and she stumbled falling on the ground.
I came out with my machete and stopped the Walkers from getting to her. I heard gunshots from behind me and saw Carl shoot a Walker that was about to bit into my neck. I nodded at the boy who smiled. More Walkers appeared, as I stood my ground over Michonne slicing into them as the decaying flesh marred the grass around the prison.
"Carl!" I heard Rick shout as he suddenly appeared behind me. Rick came outside with his gun and shot a few of them. Carl ran to get the basket and went back inside the gate. By the time we were done, I was breathing heavily and gave Rick a grateful nod.
I looked at Michonne on the floor who had passed out and was losing blood.
"Quick," I said in alarm.
"Is she bit?" Hershel asked on his crutches leaning by the gate. I bent down next to her body with Rick and lifted her shirt up to check. Rick checked her leg through the ripped trousers.
"Gunshot." He said keeping an eye on the fact more Walkers emerged from the forest attracted by the sounds of the gunshot. I tried to find a way to lift her but to no avail. Rick gently nudged me to the side and picked her up before leaning her head over his shoulder, I steadied him as we rushed inside heading back towards the prison.
"Sorry, for shouting earlier," I said nervously walking by his side.
"It's alright." He said after some time.
"She's your friend, I get it and I trust you. But I didn't know her, I wasn't sure and I need to be." Rick explained and I nodded as we took her inside the prison.
"Carl get a blanket. Beth, water and a towel." I instructed them as we brought Michonne inside the cafeteria.
"Alright, I'm laying her down now." Rick said as I held Michonne's upper body.
"Okay, go." I said as between us we placed her on the ground. Hershel caught up to us on his crutches. I took Michonne's katana and placed it away from her body, knowing she would go straight into defensive mode, waking up in a new place.
"Here?" Carl asked laying down the blanket.
"Yeah, she's not coming in the cell block." Rick said. I flashed him a look and he gave me an intense stare. It was a look that said it was non-negotiable.
"Woah, steady now." Rick whispered settling her on the floor. Beth handed the water bottle to Rick as he poured it over Michonne's face and neck she began coming back to consciousness.
"It's alright, it's alright." Rick repeated putting his hand up in surrender as she started breathing quickly trying to open her eyes.
"Michonne, calm down. It's me, Pol." I said gently pushing the hair out of her face.
"Look at me. Look at me. It's okay." Rick said. Michonne opened her eyes wide looking at Rick then glanced to her katana. I looked at her and shook my head slowly.
"Who are you?" Rick asked.
"Hey, look at me, look at-" Rick started but Michonne reached out for her katana before I kicked it away with my foot and glared at her.
"We're not gonna hurt you, unless you try something stupid first." Rick said clearly to Michonne.
"Like that," I narrowed my eyes at Michonne knowing she was going to make this difficult.
"You trust me don't you?" I turned her attention to me as she nodded.
"You can trust him too," I gestured to Rick.
"And them." I pointed to Carl, Hershel and Beth who was holding the baby.
"Rick, who the hell is this?" I looked up seeing Daryl walk in apprehensively staring at Michonne.
"This is Michonne," I said loudly to Daryl as she glared at me.
"She was with me and Andrea for the last 8 months. We hunted together and protected each other. She can be trusted." I emphasised.
"Then what is she doin' here?" Daryl asked.
"That's what we're trying to find out." Rick said eyeing Michonne with suspicion.
"Is there a problem?" Rick asked.
"You might wanna come an' see this," Daryl stated. Hershel and Beth followed Daryl out of the room as Carl picked up the red basket and also left leaving Rick and me bending in front of Michonne who was sitting against a gate.
"I'm gonna take this," Rick held up Michonne's katana as she eyed him with mistrust.
"You'll be safe inside these walls, the doors will be locked, nothing's gonna get you in here and we'll get someone to look at that." Rick said standing up.
"I didn't ask for your help." Michonne spat out and I closed my eyes in frustration.
"Michonne," I hissed warningly.
"Doesn't matter, can't let you leave." Rick said dismissively walking away.
"Hold on a second." I said to Michonne before jogging over to him.
"Rick," I called as he stopped and turned around.
"Is it really necessary to keep her locked up here? I said I know here and that we could trust her. She can be defensive at times but trust me, she's a loyal ally to have. And a good friend." I finished looking at up him. I had to try and remember to not get too angry or annoyed with him, particularly how sensitive and vulnerable he was from Lori's loss.
"I know you trust her and I know she's your friend. But none of the group know her. I don't know her." Rick said lowly glancing behind me.
"Shouldn't my word be enough?" I sighed asking him.
"Yes it should," Rick ran a hand through his hair.
"But, we've lost too much already for me to risk this anymore." Rick said putting hands on his hips. I looked up at him and realised he wasn't going to change his stance.
"Fine," I said reluctantly.
"Look Pol," he touched my shoulder.
"We'll treat her well and see what she has to say. If what she says lines up with what you say, then we don't need to keep her locked up." He said gently as he left his arm down.
"Okay," I said.
"Just let me talk to her," Rick thought for a moment then nodded standing back with the keys and holding the katana in his hand.
"Okay, Michonne," I leaned down in front of her.
"Can I go?" she asked holding her side.
"Not exactly, our leader, that guy Rick? He's gonna want to ask you a few questions first. To see if our stories line up and if you cooperate, then." I stated.
"I don't owe him anything." Michonne said groaning in pain.
"I know Michonne, just please cooperate." I emphasised pleading with her.
"Maybe," She said after a while. I rolled my eyes and began standing up before she held out an arm.
"Hey, I'm glad, you found your people. They seem, alright. Well some of them." She narrowed her eyes at Rick making me chuckle.
"Rick's nice once you get to know him." I reassured her.
"Oh and when they come to clean up your injury. For the love of god please don't resist." I narrowed my eyes at her as she nodded reluctantly and I walked past Rick out of the cell. Rick shut the door and locked it behind him.
Daryl was standing in front of an open cell waiting for us.
"What did you want to show us?" I prompted him. I saw movement behind him as a bloody and dirty Carol lifted her head up smiling at us.
"Carol!" I squealed as I tackled her into a hug on the bed making her laugh.
"Hey, be careful," Daryl warned. I got off Carol and helped her sit up as she smiled. She used the top bunk to help her stand up as Rick's face broke out into a wide smile and a sigh of relief, she wrapped her arms around his neck as they hugged. I glanced over to Daryl who was smiling to himself.
"How?" Hershel smiled incredulously hopping to give Carol a hug. I stood beside Daryl who was leaning against the cell looking at Carol with pure adoration. I nudged him smiling as he looked down at me and shook his head.
"Poor thing fought her way into a cell and passed out right there." Daryl said crossing his arms across his chest.
Hershel stepped back revealing Beth holding Rick's daughter. Carol gasped and smiled looking at her. Then her smile faded as she looked back at Rick and tears filled her eyes. Rick nodded before his eyes teared up.
"I'm sorry," Carol whispered to Rick putting her hands on either side of his face.
"I'm sorry," she repeated and started sobbing and let go of him going to the corner of the cell. Rick was crying silently as I walked past Daryl and wrapped my arms around his midsection he let his head fall on my shoulders.
"Shh," I reached up to smooth down his hair as he let go and nodded rubbing his eyes. Carol came back and touched the baby smiling down at her.
Beth took the baby and Carl followed her talking as they walked back down to C-block. Hershel took Carol back to the cells to rest after all she had been through.
"Daryl I need you with me when we question Michonne." Rick said.
"I'm coming too." I said firmly as Rick and Daryl gave each other a look.
"What?" I asked.
"You're too emotionally involved in this." Rick stated.
"Obviously," I rolled my eyes.
"And if the situation begins to get out of hand, I can calm her down because I know her." I countered.
"If it gets outta hand, we can handle it." Daryl said gruffly.
"Come on guys," I pleaded.
"If you guys are trying to get information from her, I know her she'll be reluctant to tell you anything but I might be able to convince her. You know it makes sense." I pointed out.
"Alright." Rick said as Daryl also reluctantly agreed.
"Great!"
Daryl opened the cell with the keys and stood to one side of the room with his crossbow in hand. Rick walked in followed by me and Hershel in his crutches.
"We can tend to that wound for you, give you a little food and water. Then you can be on your way." Rick said as I glared at the back of his head. It occurred to me that even though Michonne got here, she may not have wanted to stay. Then why did she come?
"But you're gonna have to tell us how you found us." Rick stated his hand hovering over the gun in his holster.
That was a good point, I can't believe I hadn't thought of that either. I looked up at Michonne questioningly. How did she find us?
"And why were you carrying the formula?" I interjected then looked at Rick apologetically. Michonne said nothing staring at the ground for a while before looking at me, I raised my eyebrows at her pleading her to cooperate.
"Supplies were dropped by a young Asian guy with a pretty girl." She said and my heart stopped in my chest. Glenn. It dawned on me that Glenn and Maggie hadn't returned from the supply run, yet a basket carrying baby formula appears with Michonne. Oh no. What if the governor had got to them. I started panicking and looked at Rick who's jaw clenched with worry.
"What happened?" Rick asked trying to stay calm.
"Where they attacked?" Hershel asked.
"They were taken." Michonne answered shortly.
"Taken, taken by whom?" Rick asked tilting to the side.
"By the same sonofabitch who shot me." Michonne said venomously.
"Hey, these were our people." Rick said bending down on the floor in front of her.
"You tell us what happened," He said lowly.
"Now!" He shouted before he lunged forward and pressed his hand where Michonne got shot making her groan in pain.
"Hey!" I shouted jumping between Rick and Michonne pushing him back.
"Don't you ever touch me!" She pointed a finger angrily at Rick.
"What the hell Rick?!" I said pissed off he would do something like that.
"You better start talking, or you'll have a much bigger problem than a gunshot wound." I looked to the side and saw Daryl had his crossbow up ready to fire at Michonne.
"Guys, calm the fuck down. What the hell is wrong with you guys?! I said we could trust her, just let her tell you what happened." I said frustrated as Rick was seething quietly.
"Find him yourself," Michonne spat out as I turned to glare at her.
"Could you be more helpful?" I asked her angrily as she said nothing. I backed out of the way from Michonne as Rick pulled the crossbow down. Michonne came and stood in front of Rick as I stood beside her.
"You came here for a reason." Rick said calmly to her. Michonne glanced at me and I nodded encouragingly.
"There's a town, called Woodbury with about 75 survivors." Michonne said and I smiled triumphantly. Rick glanced at me then back at her.
"We know it. Pol told us." Rick said.
"They may have been taken there." Michonne said.
"It's run by this guy called the Governor. Pretty boy, charming." Michonne said lowly and I scoffed.
"Hardly." I spat.
"They got muscle?" Rick asked me.
"They're military wannabes, armed sentries on every wall." I explained.
"You guys know a way in?" Rick asked looking between us.
"It's pretty secure from Walkers but we could definitely slip in." Michonne stated, I looked at her in surprise, shocked she was actually considering helping us.
"How did you find your way here?" Rick mused suspiciously.
"They mentioned a prison, said which direction it was in, said it was a straight shot. And Pol talked about finding her old group and that you guys might be holed up in some major place." Michonne shrugged. Rick looked at her disbelievingly and I could see the clear mistrust in his eyes as he looked at her with caution.
"This is Hershel." He said after a while.
"Father of the girl that got taken, he'll take a look at your leg." Rick stated before walking off as Daryl followed him.
"Thank god that's over." I sighed as Michonne was glaring at me.
"What?"
"I thought you said they were a good group," Michonne said accusingly.
"They are!" I defended.
"They're just a bit mistrusting." I said sheepishly.
"A bit." Michonne scoffed.
"What Rick did crossed the line though." I folded my arms over my chest and frowned. I wanted to chalk it up to the fact Rick had just lost Lori and he was in this grieving period but part of me believed this new harder Rick was permanent.
"Oh God, you're not gonna make a big deal of it?" Michonne asked incredulously.
"I'm already over it." She stated.
"I'm not. I'll just talk to him. Play nice." I said warningly before walking away.
"Hershel you need any help?" I asked him and the old man shook his head and smiled before hobbling over to Michonne with his medical supplies. Carl came in to keep watch in case she did anything rash whilst Hershel cleaned and stitched up the bullet hole.
I walked back out of the cafeteria and through the long passageways leading back to cell block C before I heard raised voices.
"How do we know we can trust her?"
"This is Maggie and Glenn I don't even know why we're debating this."
"From what I've heard the place is pretty secure." Rick said.
"It is, you can't go alone." I stated as the rest of the group turned to face me.
"I'll go." Beth said.
"Me too." Axel agreed.
"I'm here." Oscar reassured Rick. The group set off, and those going packed provisions, guns and ammunitions for the roads and those that were staying settled in their cells.
"You coming?" Rick asked as the rest of the group dispersed.
"Yeah," I said nonchalantly still annoyed for what he did to Michonne, he seemed to pick up on my bad mood but said nothing about it. We went outside as Daryl and Oscar loaded my car with tear gas, weapons, bullets and guns. Carl came out holding bags as Daryl helped him load them into the car we were taking.
"Be careful with my baby!" I said warningly as they roughly put the supplies in.
Carol was standing by the stairs of the courtyard rocking the baby as Beth slid open the gate door with Axel to help her. I saw Michonne limping outside and talking to her looking around the prison perimeter.
"Carl," Rick called his son over and they went privately to talk. I crossed my arms over my chest watching them as Hershel came up behind me and Daryl stood next to me.
"You alright?" He asked raising an eyebrow.
"Fine. Why?" I gritted.
"Because you look like you're ready to put a bullet in Rick." Hershel replied eyeing me curiously.
"I'm guessing it's to do with what he did to your friend in there." Hershel stated.
"Might be." I said curtly.
"He was being cautious-"
"I know what he was being Hershel, it was an asshole thing to do." I said frowning.
"Yeah it was, but the guy just lost his wife, cut him a bit of slack." Daryl nudged me and loaded the rest of the supplies in the car.
"I know Daryl." I sighed.
"Oscar, if you shut that car door roughly I will shoot you." I threatened him as he gently closed the back of my black BMW. He put his hands up in surrender.
"So what's the problem?" Daryl came back crossbow in hand.
"Michonne is the same to me as you guys. Okay she was there for me when I thought I was alone. I owe her my life. Twice." I emphasised.
"I'm sorry." Daryl said.
"For what?"
"For pointing the crossbow at her." he said.
"It's alright, you guys wanted to be sure, I get it." I relented.
Rick finished talking to Carl as they came out from behind the building walking side by side with a slight smile on his face.
"Pol," Rick called and I walked over to him.
"Yeah?"
"Are we good?" Rick asked and I prompted for him to continue.
"I'm sorry for what I did to your friend, I just wasn't sure and I needed to know if we could rely on her. I know what you said and your word should've been enough but after what happened." Rick got choked up and his eyes went red.
I reached forward and leaned on my tiptoes wrapping my arms around his neck as his arms came up near my shoulders. I could feel his heart beating and the warmth radiating off his body was so inviting and felt so safe I felt myself blush.
"Don't be sorry, you've been through a lot these past couple days. And I get it." I whispered in his ear. I pulled apart and gave him a smile which he returned hoping my cheeks weren't pink.
"Let's go!" Daryl called out as we headed towards my car. Rick was about to get in driver's seat when I stopped him.
"Uh-uh, my car Grimes." I narrowed my eyes at him and he smirked heading over to the passenger's seat. Hershel and Beth came up to the front as I opened the car door.
"Bring them back," Hershel said as I nodded to them and smiled. I looked back at Carl, Carol and the baby and waved at them. Getting in the car with Rick in the front passenger seat and Oscar and Daryl sitting behind looking uncomfortable in the lack of space and Michonne stuffed in the middle. I glanced in the rear-view mirror and smirked at them.
"Remind me why we're takin' this car?" Daryl said gruffly.
"Because it's the fastest." I said simply.
"Why isn't Pol sitting back here, she's the smallest?" Oscar complained.
"Because a) it's my car and b) you're more than welcome to ride in the car boot?" I turned around glancing to both of them who didn't answer.
"No? Good." I started the car and we took off as Axel opened the outer fence for the car to drive through.
"How long to Woodbury?" Rick opened up the map.
"Bout 60 miles, if we keep to the highway, should take an hour maybe a bit more." I said as I drove fast down the empty road. I pushed my Led Zeppelin CD into the CD player and pressed play cranking the volume up.
We were on our way to Woodbury. We were going to get Maggie and Glenn back. Hopefully they were unharmed but knowing Merle Dixon, probably not.
"I'll get us there in an hour." I put a firm grip on the steering wheel and went up to the highest gear. We had to get there in time.
"We should pull over here." I stated recognising this road just off near Woodbury, I glanced at Michonne who nodded as I pulled the car over and switched it off.
"They have patrols. We're better off on foot." Michonne stated limping.
"Hey, you good for this?" I asked Michonne standing next to her.
"You could always wait in the car." I suggested and she gave me a look.
"I had to try." I defended as I walked by her side.
"How far? Night's coming." Rick said looking up at the sky.
"It's a mile, maybe 2." Michonne shrugged.
Daryl, Rick and Oscar took rifles from the back and handed me one with a box of bullets. I stored them in my pack and checked it was loaded slinging it over my back. I pulled out the colt from my holster and opened it up, checking it was fully loaded. I had sharpened my machete just before we left the compound. I looked up at the growling sounds and saw a stray Walker growling and coming towards us. It was no threat to us.
Daryl closed the back door of the car and walked off into the woods with Michonne leading the way to Woodbury. The sun was hanging low in the sky and the heat was intense as I felt sweat beads gathering on my back. We walked in relative silence down a path that cut through the forest. Wow if only I had known about this when I was making my way towards the prison.
"I know what you two did for me, for my baby while I was, workin' things out." Rick said as I walked in between him and Daryl.
"Thank you." Rick said.
"It's what we do." Daryl grunted.
"We're family." I looked into his intense blue eyes and he nodded looking ahead.
"Carl thought of a name for the baby," Rick said the corners of his lips turning up into a half smile.
"Oh?" I asked.
"Judith." He stated.
"Beautiful name." I smiled.
"I preferred lil asskicker." Daryl joked as we laughed.
"Rick," Daryl said lowly.
"Down." Rick ordered the rest of the group as we ducked down out of the line of the trees. A dozen or so Walkers stumbled out of the woods, all groaning with their jaws snapping eyeing their next prey. Us.
"Get in formation. No gunfire." Rick said quietly edging forward and slicing the face of a Walker with his knife. Daryl walked forward, the hunter light on his feet, firing arrows which hit the Walkers directly in their brains. I pulled out my machete and picked off the stray Walkers which were trying to attack us, slicing their heads clean off. Oscar cut down a few of the Walkers whilst Michonne stayed watch. We were doing well until more appeared and we were surrounded.
"There's too many of them." Daryl spat pulling out his knife as they backed up towards us. We sliced the walkers that got too close and picked up our packs.
"This way," Rick lightly grabbed my arm and pulled me after him as we hurried off into the other side of the forest. We ran faster trying to evade the increasing amount of walkers.
"Through there. Come on!" Rick urged the others as we came across a cabin. I pushed the door open machete out with Rick by my side,
"Get the door!" He said as the five of us were inside the dark abandoned cabin in the woods. Our noses were immediately assaulted with the smell of decaying corpses seemingly all around us. They switched the torches on shining it in various points in the room.
"Keep it down." Rick whispered as walkers banged against the window.
"That smell, it's loud." Daryl said in disgust as I held my nose trying to not gag at the smell.
"What is that?" Oscar asked shining his light at the far corner of the cabin. I walked ahead as Rick shone the torch on a dead dog, I turned my face back at the smell.
"I guess Lassie went home." Daryl scoffed. The Walkers pounded on the door behind us trying to rip apart the wooden boards.
"Now what?" Michonne looked around apprehensively. Rick quietly whistled to me and Daryl as he shone the touch over a blanket.
"Rick, I wouldn't do that." I whispered next to him.
"I'll be careful." He said reaching his hand out and pulled the blanket back slowly. A man suddenly jumped out and my arm went in front of Rick pushing him back as the man's gun pushed me into Rick.
"Who the hell are you?" He shouted looking in alarm at all of us.
"Get outta my house!" He said loudly as the Walker's scratches and pounding got more desperate outside the barn.
"Okay, okay, okay." Rick held a hand out trying to calm the man down.
"We will but we can't right now." Rick said as Daryl held out his knife looking at the man.
"Get out now!" the man continued shouting.
"Shut him up." Michonne said worriedly looking at the door.
"There are Walkers outside!" Rick whispered harshly. The man glanced at Daryl holding a knife towards him as my machete was also pointing to him.
"I'll call the cops." The man threatened.
"I am a cop. Now I need you to lower your gun." Rick said in a calming voice. He bent down to the floor and placed his rifle on the ground.
"Let's just take this nice and slow," Rick held his hands out as the man's arms were shaking holding the rifle.
"Show me your badge!" The man demanded as he took the safety off and pointing the gun at Rick. I looked at the man's eyes and saw a scared, desperate man. He was going to do whatever it took. Rick knocked the gun out of his hands and wrapped him in a chokehold.
The man bit him and tried to make a run for it when I twisted the knife into the base of the skull as he dropped to the floor. I looked at the blood pooling at my feet and stepped back my hand shaking slightly. I put the machete into my belt and looked at Michonne as she nodded to me. Oscar and Daryl were looking at me with unreadable expressions as I was breathing heavily.
This was the first man I killed who didn't harm me first. Alejandro, Duane and his gang assaulted me and tortured me. Amy was dying, turning into a walker. But this man. He was just scared. Afraid.
My hands were shaking as Rick slowly walked up to me and put his hands in mine clasping his fingers around them.
"Okay?" He leaned down looking at me in the eyes as I turned my face away from the dead body. I nodded slowly and he released my hands.
"Daryl help me with the door." Rick picked up the man's body off the floor as Daryl looked out through the wooden boards.
"You gotta be kiddin'," Oscar shook his head and went to check the back.
"It's clear." Oscar cracked open the back door.
"One, two, three!" Daryl opened the door as Michonne helped Rick throw the man's body out to the walkers who were momentarily distracted. They took the bait and began feasting on the man as I stood frozen to my spot. Daryl, Oscar and Michonne snuck out the back door as Rick got my attention.
"Pol!" He said as I snapped out of it and looked to him seeing the cabin was empty.
"We gotta go," He said in a gentler tone. I nodded as he held my hand pulling me out of the cabin until I returned to my senses and ran alongside him determined to rescue Glenn and Maggie. We found our way through the woods and reached just outside of the Woodbury perimeter gate hiding behind the car.
"Are you up for this?" Rick asked me honestly.
"Yeah," I muttered.
"Yes." I said more firmly as we nodded looking back at the gate. It was nightfall now, completely dark, giving us an advantage to infiltrate it. But the patrols and guards were most certainly doubled.
"I'm up for this."
A/N: I hope you don't hate me for this chapter and the slight discourse between our two lovebirds but that's how I think Pol would handle that. Thoughts?