Rick's need to always find his family in the show inspired me. But it's got some dark undertones, not my usual stuff.
Found
Michonne dreamt of Princeton hallways. She dreamt of meeting like-minded intellectuals who studied philosophy and American Literature.
She dreamt of meeting people who've never heard of King County.
She dreamt of homecoming, sororities, meeting a boy.
This boy would differ from the one she's found. He would come from a big city. He would come from a high-class family. His family would be the family who spent time in Colorado Ski Resorts on the Holidays and yachts along the Atlantic Ocean in the summer.
Michonne's partner would know the culture, have culture, and would want the same things she wanted. A career and status. He would take her to art shows and jazz nights at some high swank bar in New York city.
Her college boyfriend wouldn't have the silver band on his left finger.
Michonne's College boyfriend wouldn't work for the Sheriff's department of their small town. He wouldn't look at her with dark blue eyes that would undress her, could pin her against the wall, and send heat between her thighs. His looks wouldn't send confusing feelings, fear to her gut, and a longing in her heart.
Instead, she was confused, defeated as she sat in the back of some black sports car as his high school pal, Shawn or Shane- she couldn't remember his name, convinced her to get in before she could make it into planned parenthood in Atlanta.
"Four Days, Michonne." Shane scolded. "Four days. Rick's been looking for you. Your parents were worried sick."
Michonne looked out the window as he drove further away from the clinic. That would change her very fate, the fate Rick had planned for her the moment they met.
Michonne dreamt of being the honor roll student at Princeton with an impressive resume for law school.
But as all dreams washed away with reality, it washed away with the tears that silently slid along her cheeks as she replayed the look on her God-fearing mother's face when Rick bared the news of conception and marriage later that day.
Michonne replayed the shake of her father's hand in agreement to the marriage Rick proposed to the Hawthorne family.
She falls in and out of sleep the last few nights. When she wakes from her grief-ridden nightmares, she's in his bedroom, their bedroom, as Rick called it when they moved in yesterday.
Rain softly taps the windowpane, and Rick is leaning against the door, watching her, always watching her. He walks to the bed, her side of the bed, and the bed lowers when he sits down.
Rick stares lovingly into her eyes, his palm against her forehead as he stares at her with eyes she knows is only for her, because he left his wife for her, he told her earlier. Always for her, he would remind Michonne.
"I found you." He whispered in the darkness of their bedroom. "Didn't I?"
He wiped her tears from her cheeks as any loving man would, and she nodded slowly.
"Yeah, I found you." His hand moved to the side of her neck, his palm so warm as he lightly gripped her shoulder, traveling down her side until he reached her womb, where they heard a heartbeat at the doctor appointment he set up today at King County's hospital. Tradition. Rick was born there, and she was born there a handful of years later. Now his baby would be born there.
"I found my family." He smiled softly, hand planted against her womb as if he could feel his firstborn.
The rain slowed down, and the silence lay quiet between them. The refrigerator buzzed lightly in the other room.
Rick leans down, raises her shirt, and puts his lips to her belly. She feels his lips move as he talks to the life inside of her…
"I found you."