A/N: Hi, so I was actually kinda disappointed and surprised that there was only one response on the chapter. Usually because I thought it was quite a long one and I really look forward to reading your comments and reviews :( Anyways here's another chapter for whoever's reading, its the run Rick takes michonne and carl on in the show where they finally bond. Okay and in terms of updating, I think once a week will have to do, I've underestimated how busy uni made me :(, I might surprise you some weeks and update twice. The update date will range from the weekend to Monday depending on when I get it done, but I will do my best to get you an awesome chapter once a week!

The inspiration for this chapter, well I thought I should show one of the troubles of being a female, translated to the post-apocalyptic world... :p I had to split this chapter up because it was getting so long so there will be a part one and part two. But don't worry, there are plenty of fluffy moments for all of you and some deviation from the story.

Thanks to the support for this story, particularly the people who have followed and favourited: Where'sMyBones, laxtjedi and 223, you guys are awesome!

FnafAnimeGirl109: Aww thank you! Well in the show Andrea says she didn't know but I think if she really investigated Woodbury she would've found out, for me it's more she didn't want to know because she thought she had found this perfect place to build a new life. turns out it wasn't so perfect after all.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Walking dead, or any affiliated characters and storyline, only my OC and plotline.

- Angels and Douchebags

I woke up next morning to my name being called from outside my cell. I opened my eyes and groaned seeing the sun coming in through the top window. That meant it was still early morning, which meant this was definitely Rick's doing.

"Pol," Rick was calling my name in a gentle voice.

"Mmph," I made a sound so he knew I was awake but really I wanted to tell him to shut the fuck up.

He poked his head around my sheet to look into the cell as I was half sitting up rubbing my eyes.

"Daryl told me you said we need to make a run." He came into my cell but stayed on the other side seeing I had just woken up.

"Yeah we need more food." I sat up in the low bunk rubbing my eyes.

"Me, you, Michonne and Carl are going." Rick said hands on his hips.

"Carl? You sure?" I checked.

"Yeah he's ready." Rick said. I got out of bed as my feet hit the cold floor I winced. I looked at Rick expectantly who stood at the corner.

"Uh Rick, I need to change." I chuckled but he zoned out.

"I can't start undressing right here." I joked then mentally slapped my face at making a stupid joke.

"Oh right. Sorry." Rick's cheeks tinged pink before he left the cell.

"We're leaving in 15." He called from

outside the cell.

I stood up and saw what clean clothes I had left to spare. Suddenly I was doubled over in pain coming from the region just below my stomach.

"Oh not now." I whispered. I pulled my trousers down and sure enough there was a small spot of red. I pulled the trousers back up and pulled out spare clothes and laced my boots up.

I made a small pack with a can and some water to take as well as extra bullets and an extra knife. I set the pack down outside my cell and pulled the white sheet back coming out of the cell.

Rick and Michonne were standing idly waiting for me and looked over curiously as I felt flustered.

"Yo! Does anyone have any pads?" I cupped my hands around my mouth and shouted out in the cell block. Rick was wearing an uncomfortable expression on his face whilst Michonne smirked slightly.

"I got tampons?" Maggie popped her head out of her cell which was a few doors down.

"Haven't ever worn and not starting now. There's no way I'm sticking that up my-" I glanced over at Rick who looked like he wanted to be anywhere else.

"No thanks Maggie. Can you ask Beth?" Maggie nodded and disappeared inside the cell. I tapped my foot impatiently when a couple of minutes later, Maggie came out of the cell.

"Beth's got tampons too." Maggie said apologetically and I groaned.

"Did someone say they needed pads?" I looked up as Carol peered over the edge.

"I do!" I called out.

"Why are y'all shoutin' so early?" Daryl stood beside Carol from his perch glaring down at us. He was rubbing his eyes and his fair was all over his face.

"Sorry Daryl." I smiled sheepishly as he flipped me off before settling back down in his perch. I climbed up the stairs to Carol.

"My period just started, I need some pads." I looked at Carol who disappeared inside her cell and pulled out two from her pack.

"Lifesaver!" I gave her a quick hug then went back down the stairs keeping the pads in my hand by my side.

"Give me 5 minutes." I said to Michonne and Rick, the former was looking at me in amusement whilst the latter looked slightly uncomfortable.

Fully changed, I attached the belt to my waist with the colt and machete and took my pack.

"Ready?" Rick asked with an eyebrow looking slightly amused by the whole ordeal.

"Yep." I said.

"Hey Carl," I smiled at the boy who was holding Judith in his arms.

"Hi," He glanced up smiling slightly.

"I'll take her." Carol came over and took the quiet baby in her arms shushing her.

"Hopefully, we'll be back before sundown." Rick said to Carol and Carl. Daryl came down the stairs to see us off.

"You guys hold the fort down while we're gone." Rick looked at Daryl who nodded.

"You got it." Daryl said.

We took one of the silver jeeps kept in our modified car park as Michonne volunteered to drive. Rick reluctantly handed her the keys as she got in the driver's seat and Rick sat beside her in the passenger side. Carl and I sat in the back where I gave him my CD player to keep himself occupied. Me on the other hand, I was doubled over in pain from menstrual cramps and wished for some painkillers right now.

They hadn't been this painful in so long, I wonder what brought them on. Michonne drove smoothly down the highway which had old cars crashed on the side and occasional Walkers in relative silence. I was on the other hand trying to massage my back and front which were cramping hard.

"What are you doing?" I looked beside me at Carl who was looking at me curiously.

"Uh, trying to massage my back," I smiled sheepishly at him.

"Why?" He asked taking an earbud out.

"I'm in some pain." I winced feeling another wave of cramps pass through my lower body.

"Oh," Carl said before going back to listening to the songs.

"Pol you alright?" Michonne glanced at me through the rear-view mirror in concern before focusing on the road. Her question also got Rick's attention who turned around to face me.

"Period pains." I said groaning.

"You gonna be okay for this run?" Rick asked looking back.

"Uh yeah, yeah I'll be fine." I waved him off.

"You could always wait in the car?" He offered.

"Are you kidding? I want to see your hometown." I grinned making him smile.

"See where little Rick Grimes grew up and became sheriff." I leaned back on the chair.

"Deputy." Rick corrected.

"What?"

"I was a Sheriff's deputy." He said his arm lazily draped against the window.

"Wait this whole time I've been calling you sheriff? I was wrong and you never corrected me?" I sat up slightly shocked.

"You seemed so persistent in calling me that so I just let you." Rick shrugged.

"Deputy." I tested it out before scrunching up my face.

"It doesn't feel right. Sheriff sounds good." I said decidedly.

"You can call me whatever you like. Sheriff, deputy, Rick." He turned back with a slight smile.

"Thanks Sheriff." I tipped my head as if I was wearing a hat and he rolled his eyes at me.

The mood in the car shifted to a lighter tone as Carl handed the CD player back to me. On the side of the road I spotted a red shirt wearing body, but whether it was alive or walking dead? I didn't know. As we got closer I saw that it was a hitchhiker, we didn't know who he was.

"Hey, hey! Slow down! Please, I'm begging you!" He screamed at us as Michonne continued driving past. We couldn't take any chances anymore, and we didn't have enough food or resources for others. Carl looked back at the man out of the back window who tried running after us before turning his eyes to his father.

The car was slowing down as the road was blocked by a pile up of cars, Michonne slowly veered off-road into the grass as I looked inside the cars seeing the dead bodies. The poor bastards that never made it out. I rolled down the window feeling the heat as I heard snarling coming from my side. Looking over I saw a Walker trapped under the side of the car desperately clawing it's way out.

The car stopped abruptly as I leaned forward to see why Michonne had stopped. Rick turned his attention to her as she revved the car which spluttered on the ground. She tried again slamming her foot down on the gas pedal.

"What's wro-"

A walker slammed on Rick's window glass when more came round, a moment too late I realised my window was open and dead decaying hands reached in and grabbed my collar. I was furiously trying to push it off but it had a vice like grip. Carl was pulling be back towards him from the waist as I pushed the Walker off and rolled up the window cutting the arm off in the process which landed on the seat next to me and blood splattered on my face.

"You alright?" Rick leaned back in alarm looking at me.

"Yeah, this is gross." I frowned in disgust.

"Thanks kid." I gave him a hug as he nodded. The Walkers were bloody and banging on the glass trying to get in.

"Cover your ears." Rick instructed all three of us. He opened his window a crack and shot his gun into the head of the Walker.

"Do your side." He told me. I covered my left ear and took out my colt, opening the window slightly firing the weapon. We made quick work of the Walkers and got out of the car inspecting what had happened.

"How do we get this out?" I had taken off my blood stained jacket and was left in a light T-shirt standing and looking at the muddy tires. Rick stood for a moment before going over to the red car and pulling out a floral sheet. Michonne was looking inside for supplies whilst Carl stood against the car waiting.

"Yeah this'll work." Rick said looking at the fabric in his hands.

"Hey," He called me and Carl over to the jeep as Michonne got in the driver's seat once more.

"Put a little gravel in here with the sticks and tied with fabric, gives the wheels a bit of traction." He bent down on the floor as I stood over them.

"Wouldn't have to do it if she didn't get us stuck." Carl moped. I looked at the younger boy in surprise and realised I had never asked him what he had thought of Michonne or how he felt about her joining us.

"It was an honest mistake." Rick and Carl stood up walking over to the front tire.

"Why'd you let her come? She took you to Woodbury, and you said she just split on you guys. And Oscar died-" Carl complained to us.

"It wasn't that simple. I asked her to come today." Rick interrupted.

"Carl, she's the one who actually helped take care of me for those 8 months I was gone for, if it wasn't for her I wouldn't be here right now." I bent down on the floor next to them looking from Rick to Carl.

"And about Woodbury, it was more complicated than that, she had things to take care of." I worded it carefully.

"Her coming along with us will actually help, she can help us find guns and prove herself to the group and to you." Rick nudged Carl as I looked at Rick.

"But she shouldn't have to because I already trust Pol, but it's easier to convince the rest of the group too." Rick explained to Carl who nodded.

"Leaving her at the prison with Merle isn't a good idea. We've also got common interests. We've got the same problems we can work out together." Rick stated.

"Help! Help me! I'm begging you!" I put a hand on my holster and looked over seeing the same man from before running towards our car from the distance.

"Please!" We all stood up quickly.

"Michonne." I gestured as she switched on the car engine which started. She reversed the car engine which came out of the mud as we got in the car and drove off before the man could get to us.

We drove for another 20 minutes past more highways until we were getting onto smaller roads with Rick giving Michonne the right direction. We came up beside train tracks and stopped the car just outside the town. I heaved the pack on my back and looked at the old Country Medical Office.

Rick and Carl led the way with me and Michonne following behind them as we entered the small town. I pulled out my colt and kept it down low in one hand whilst Michonne had her hand hovering over the katana. Just in case.

I found my gaze wandering over to the man walking quietly in front of me. His curly hair looked so soft and was pushed back, he was sporting more of a beard due to the lack of a razor and his eyes. Still as blue as the ocean. My eyes wandered down his back where I could see his back muscles and down the rest of his body.

"Hey, Pol." I looked over at Michonne who was trying to get my attention.

"What are you doing?" She raised an eyebrow at me following my gaze.

"Nothing." I said quickly but I couldn't help the change in colour of my cheeks as they heated up.

"Are you using this run as an opportunity to ogle Rick?" Michonne was smirking.

"Keep your voice down." I hissed hoping the two males in front hadn't heard her remark.

"And I use every opportunity to do that. It's the apocalypse. I have every right to unashamedly admire the goods. " I grinned gesturing to the back of Rick.

"It's so blatantly obvious you like him." Michonne whispered as we kept an eye out over the deserted roads.

"Nah it's not." I said dismissively.

"Uh yes. It is. I haven't been around you that much and I can see it." Michonne rolled her eyes.

"Well it's not to him." I said wistfully looking back at Rick in front of me.

"He definitely likes you." Michonne said.

"Maybe he did before but now? I don't think so." I shrugged.

"What do you mean before? Did something happen?" Michonne asked shocked.

"Kinda." I sheepishly smiled at her.

"You can't not tell me." She prompted.

"He sorta kinda kissed me." I said quietly as Michonne's eyebrows shot up to her hairline.

"That's good!" She said in a low voice.

"Uh it was spur of the moment and he had a wife!" I said.

"Since losing Lori, I don't know he's been different. Distant and quiet. But he's getting much better now I can see it." I said looking as Rick and Carl were joking about something in front of us.

"So maybe things will be different." Michonne said.

"I'm not keeping my hopes up." I sighed.

"The problem is; none of y'all wanna make the first move. Somebody's got to." Michonne looked at me expectantly as I said nothing.

We reached the police station which appeared to be ransacked, from looting and walked inside. The cells were empty, the offices had lockers and shoes thrown all over the place. We went inside the locked cage where the weapons were usually kept and found it to be completely empty. Rick put his hands up around his neck sighing in frustration before kicking the wall. He paced around trying to figure out what to do.

"You got any other police stations in town?" Michonne said picking up an empty bullet shell.

"I was the police here, me and a few other guys." Rick said frustrated. Carl looked at his father and back to Michonne studying her.

"There are other places to check. Bars might have." I suggested.

"That was my thinking, there's a liquor store. It doesn't have as many guns as were in here." Rick paced.

"We need as many guns as were in here. Ammo too." Michonne said looking at the empty bullet boxes.

"I know bars will have, owners keep a gun or two behind the counter. I signed the permits." He said.

"Do you have a problem with that approach?" Rick asked Michonne who was standing apprehensively and I felt the slight tension.

"No Rick, I don't have a problem." Michonne said calmly handing him a bullet before walking out of the weapons cage.

"Easy." I whispered putting a hand on his forearm before following Michonne out. We came out of the police station and walked along the town roads following the painted arrows until we came and rounded a corner.

There were strange cooing sounds coming from one direction.

"What is it?" I whispered to Rick in front of me as we stood against the wall.

"I don't know." He said walking forward.

Rick walked ahead as I stood near Carl out onto the main town road. There were bins and various stands made with sharpened wooden sticks pointing out of them. Presumably acting as some sort of defence. Rick stopped and looked down at the ground. Underneath our feet were words painted in red:

TURN AROUND AND LIVE

"You guys think sometimes we should actually read the signs?" I asked uneasily looking at the words.

"You good?" Rick asked as they walked in front.

"Yeah." I stayed at the back of the group as we avoided the weapons walking through them, I was half expecting Walkers to jump out. I didn't like the gut feeling I was getting from this place. We shouldn't be here.

I felt another wave of pain hit my lower back as I resisted the urge to groan out loud. Finding painkillers would be amazing. I put one hand on my lower back and kept the other hanging lazily over my gun.

There were different signs painted on the walls as we passed the defences. There were birds in a cage and more sticks pointing out of bins and cars.

"Looks like somebody's already made this theirs." Michonne said.

"Doesn't mean they found what we're lookin' for. A couple of the places are just up ahead. Lets get in and get the hell out of here." Rick said quietly.

We manoeuvred around the defences and under the ropes which were put in the way by someone.

"There, just up ahead." Rick pointed to a place which looked like a bar.

"Terrell's. One shotgun, two handguns. License issued to Will Debbs." He said. I heard groaning coming from nearby and turned around seeing a Walker stumbling towards us. It was following us around the defences.

"Rick." I hissed from behind Michonne as he turned around. I took out my machete and started walking before I felt an arm pull me back. I looked up and saw Rick standing next to me.

"Wait, she'll get caught." he gestured to the walker who was trapped on the barbed wire. A minute later blood splattered off the head of the Walker and it stopped groaning. Our heads whipped around to where the gunshot came from and we looked up. On the roof of the building was a masked man holding a long range rifle and wearing protective pads.

"Hands!" He shouted towards us. We rushed over closer to where the man was and put our hands up to show him we meant no harm.

"Now you drop what you've got, and you go!" He shouted angrily. This wasn't a man to be messed with I knew that much.

"Your gun, your shoes, that sword. And that machete!" He called out.

"All of it! Ten seconds!" He emphasised.

"Run to the car now, take Carl." Rick instructed us quietly next to him.

"Dad!" Carl whispered.

"That rifle would come in real handy." I said.

"We need it." Michonne whispered.

"Ten! Nine! Eight!" He started counting.

"I could get up there. Me and Michonne could." I said to Rick who gave me a side-look.

"Seven! Six!" The masked man continued.

"Carl, Go." Rick said calmly. In one stroke he pushed me away towards Michonne and pushed Carl behind him to run off. Rick pulled up his gun and fired a few bullets at the mans feet. I ducked down in front of a black jeep as Rick continued firing. The man fired back and I yanked Rick down by his collar before he got shot.

We reloaded our guns and stayed down behind the ford. We took a moment before jumping out behind the jeep, guns pointed towards the roof. But there was no one there. Suddenly a figure emerged and I lowered Rick's gun before he could fire.

"Jesus christ that was fast." I gasped seeing Michonne on the roof looking questioningly at us. We looked around the road to see where Carl had run off to hoping he was safe and where that masked man was.

A figure emerged quickly from the bottom of the building and began firing. I was in the firing line before I was pulled back and I heard a groan in front of me. Rick was holding his shoulder. He had been shot.

"Shit!" I cursed throwing his arm around my shoulder.

"Can you walk?" He groaned in pain.

"Okay we got to get to that bin, bear with me." I looked at him sympathetically before running to duck behind the blue bin with the tree. I sat Rick down and pressed his hand over his right shoulder.

"Pressure." I ordered. I pulled out my gun to shoot back but another shot fired through the air and the fast rifle bullet sounds stopped. I looked behind the tree to see Carl standing over the man with his gun. Michonne came out of the building with her sword up looking at the man lying on the floor then back up at Carl.

I helped Rick off the floor with difficulty as we walked over to where the man was.

"Dad!" Carl shouted meeting us halfway running towards us as we reached the man lying on the ground.

"What happened?" Michonne asked.

"He got shot, right shoulder." I strained, not having the strength to hold his weight. I sat him down against the wall of the building and pulled down the shirt from his neck seeing the bullet hole.

"Carl, listen he's okay but we need to wrap the wound." I said to the boy who looked alarmed. He had already lost one parent and I was damned if he was going to lose another.

"You okay?" Rick asked Carl who nodded.

"I told you to run for the car. I didn't want you to have to do that." Rick was sweating and his eyes were opening and closing.

"I had to." Carl stated.

"Okay, plenty of time to talk about why 12 year olds shouldn't be using guns later." I sat kneeling in front of Rick.

"I got this, you guys check the man, see if he's breathing." I said to Michonne and Carl who went to open the man's shirt.

"You, Mr Grimes keep talking. I don't need you unconscious." I said to Rick who was now pale. I took off my jacket and pressed it against his shoulder putting both of Rick's hands over it.

"Aren't you a doctor?" He asked.

"Doctor of science, I've got no medical training." I said opening my pack to see if I had brought any bandages with me, honestly that would've been a good idea. I rummaged through the items but found no linens. I looked at my leather jacket Rick was holding wistfully and decided.

"So do you know what you're doing?" Rick asked.

"Uh no." I smiled sheepishly as his face flashed in concern.

"If I die I'm coming back to haunt you." Rick teased his eyes closing.

"No, stay awake." I tapped his cheek a few times until his eyes opened.

"I'm about to ruin my favourite jacket for you." I said taking the jacket off his shoulder and putting his hands back over his wound which was bleeding.

"He's wearing body armour." Carl called out.

"Still alive?" I asked.

"Yeah, the bullet just grazed him." Michonne said.

I took out the machete and began cutting through the leather as best as I could until I made long strips of it with the knife. I tied strips together to make the bandages.

"I'll get you a new one." Rick promised.

"I'm gonna hold you to that." I grinned at him as he managed a small smile.

"I need to lift your shirt." I asked for permission before lifting the bottom of it gently and taking one arm out of the sleeve until he was half naked in front of me.

"Woah now, we're not at that stage of our relationship yet." Rick teased his voice wavering making me laugh.

"Are you flirting? Or is it the blood loss?" I asked incredulously. I reached behind and wrapped the leather strip under his armpit and back across where his right shoulder was until it was fully covered and blood wasn't dripping through.

"To save myself from embarrassment, let's say blood loss." Rick said.

"You do have timing don't you?" I chuckled tying off the leather.

"I can't move my arm." Rick tried to shift his arm.

"That's the point." I said pushing the shirt back over his head. It looked strange with the bulky leather sticking out but at least he wasn't bleeding.

"How am I gonna shoot?" He looked up at me.

"Uh you aren't, I am." I said. I gave him a bottle of water from my pack and an apple to get his energy back up.

"Eat." I said. I put his gun in the left hand and walked over to Michonne as Carl went to go see his father.

A/N: Uhh thoughts? the deviation is that Rick doesn't actually get shot. I made him get shot here so that Polaris would take over the run with Michonne and to show that she can handle stuff whilst Rick is recovering, I really loved it when Morgan came back in season 5 it was a shame he only returned once in this season 3 episode!