A/N: Hello, there! First, let me thank everyone for the follows, faves, and reviews! I love when y'all really get into the world I'm creating! Second, there was a question about Richonne's age… Rick is 30 years old and Michonne is 28. The other questions will be addressed as the story progresses. I promise, everything will be answered. There is a lot unfolding here, so this chapter is more set-up to the larger story. It introduces you to a few more characters. Just fyi, expect a few characters to be much different than their comic book/tv counterparts. I like to change things up! Hopefully, you enjoy it! Keep reviewing! Stay safe!


Chapter 2: Old Friends

Michonne stared out the bus window, admiring the red brick bungalows and yards filled with pretty pink snapdragons. Rows of maple trees lined the streets, their leaves not yet changing to the signature red and orange indicating the arrival of fall. Most of Georgia was experiencing an Indian summer this year. Michonne didn't mind at all. She preferred the warm temperatures. Glancing at her watch, she noted it was 9:00am. She would have plenty of time to pick up her car from the repair shop and meet her mother and Andre for the 10 o'clock church service.

A few minutes later, the bus stopped right on the corner near the auto repair shop. Michonne exited the vehicle, thankful she didn't need to walk far in her church attire. She made her way to the entrance, greeted by a few friendly people walking along the street. It reminded her how much she missed this place. The people here seemed friendlier than in Atlanta. Life was simple in King County, things moved slower. It was exactly what she needed right now, time to slow down and heal.

She entered the shop, the bell above the door signaling her arrival. The shaggy-haired man she now knew as Daryl was sitting on a stool behind the counter, wearing the same grease-stained overalls he wore the first time she met him.

"Hey there, miss Michonne," he greeted her with a nod. "Your car's all fixed up for ya'. She's a beauty. That's a good, sturdy vehicle ya' got there."

"It was my husband's," she informed him, momentarily recalling the first day Mike brought the car home.

He pulled the shiny yellow Ford Mustang into their driveway, honking the horn. He was so proud to be able to afford the new car after taking countless extra shifts at the factory. He got out and scooped her up into his arms, six months pregnant and all. She protested for him to put her down, but he insisted on taking his wife for a ride. They drove around town with the windows down, feeling the breeze on their faces and not having a care in the world. She terribly missed those days.

Daryl cleared his throat, getting her attention. He was curious as to her husband's whereabouts but thought it best to mind his own business.

"Well Daryl, thank you for fixing it. I don't want to be late for church, so I'll just pay you and be on my way," she said, reaching into her purse.

"It's been taken care of," Daryl noted, shaking his head.

Michonne stopped digging in her purse, looking at him questionably. "What do you mean?"

"My buddy Rick…uh, Deputy Grimes…he paid for the repairs," he shrugged.

"Why would he do that? He doesn't even know me," she questioned, surprised by the blue-eyed stranger's gesture.

"I dunno," Daryl shrugged again. "Rick's good like that. I guess he thought you could use the help."

"What makes him think I need his help?" she asked, slightly irritated at the assumption.

"Look, don't take it the wrong way, a'ight. I've known Rick for a long time. He knows what it's like to be down on your luck. We can all use a little help once in a while, know what I mean?"

Michonne nodded in response. "If you don't mind me asking, how well do you know Deputy Grimes?"

Daryl chuckled, "The guy's been my best friend for most of my life. We both grew up around here," he gestured toward the large window, providing a view to the surrounding neighborhood.

Michonne was a bit surprised at Daryl's revelation. She recalled a few white families still living on the north side when she was younger, but many of them had since moved further out to all white neighborhoods, taking their money and resources with them. She listened intently as he continued.

"My mama died when I was four, my daddy was a piece of shit…oh, 'scuse my language," he apologized.

"That's all right," she chuckled. "I've heard worse."

"Anyway, Rick and his family took me in every time my brother Merle would disappear doin' God knows what. They were good to me…still are. Rick's daddy died a few years ago, but his mama still makes sure I'm eatin' right and stayin' on the right path," he smirked. "Listen, you ain't got nothin' to worry about far as Rick's concerned. He just likes helpin' people…s'pose that's why he became a deputy. It's in his blood, his daddy was one, too…a good one, a fair one."

"Mmm," Michonne nodded, understanding what Daryl meant. "So, why'd you stay here, Daryl? You'd probably make more money on the south side."

"You mean on the white side?" Daryl stated pointedly. "Nah, I'm fine where I'm at. I like the people in this neighborhood. Speaking of that, you're Anna Jameson's daughter, ain't cha?"

"Yes," Michonne smiled. "How'd you know?"

"I know your mama…sweet lady. You look just like her, y'all could be sisters."

"We hear that all the time," Michonne laughed. "Well, I better be going. Thanks again, Daryl."

"No problem miss Michonne. Let me know if ya' need anythang else," he said, offering her an earnest smile.


Rick stood in front of his family church, waiting on his mother to finish up some committee business. He sighed when he saw Negan approaching, not ready for whatever sermon his partner was prepared to give. If nothing else, the man sure had the gift of gab.

"Howdy, Grimes," Negan remarked, patting Rick on the back of his tan suit jacket. "It's a fine day, isn't it? The missus and I are thinkin' about headin' over to that new steakhouse for lunch. You and your lovely wife care to join us?"

"Lori had to miss service today. She's working on a campaign event for Philip Blake. Actually, mom and I were just getting ready to head over there," Rick informed him, hoping he wouldn't inquire any further.

"Philip Blake, is that right? Isn't he runnin' on some kind of civil rights agenda?" Negan asked.

"I guess you could say that," Rick nodded. "Personally, I think it's a good thing. We need some change around here."

Negan shook his head and chuckled. "You always did have a soft spot for coloreds. Ahh, I guess it runs in the family. My pop says your daddy was the same way…your mama, too."

Rick sighed in frustration, ready to end the conversation. He glanced at his watch, wondering what was keeping his mother.

"I wonder what your daddy-in-law has to say about his precious baby girl working for Blake? I'm pretty sure he's backing Pete Anderson. Anderson's views are more in line with the traditional way of thinkin' around these parts," Negan sneered.

"Yeah, well Lori and I don't really give a damn what her father thinks," Rick said emphatically. "He may have reach in this town, but he can't control everything. Lori has a mind of her own. She takes after her mama in that way, well at least before Darlene married Jack. Our parents grew up together and Darlene was never prejudice. She taught Lori to accept everyone."

"Well, it don't really matter what Mrs. Shepard thinks. We both know daddy Shepard has the final say. Hell, if you ask me, women have no business being involved in politics or any other important matters. A wife's job is to follow what her husband says, you know what I mean, Grimes? You have to keep your little lady in her place."

Rick scoffed at Negan's comments. The man was a good cop, but his beliefs on certain matters left a lot to be desired. They were forced to interact because of their job and their wives had become good friends, but Rick would rather keep the man at arm's length.

"Better not let the boys know what Lori is up to. A lot of them are just fine with the way things are, we don't need Blake stirring up any trouble," Negan added.

Before Rick could respond, Negan's wife Sherry, made her way over to them. "Hey honey, you ready to go?" the petite brunette inquired.

"Can't you see I'm in the middle of a conversation!" Negan snapped.

"Oh, I'm sorry…I didn't mean to interrupt," she said, not making eye contact with her husband. "Rick, I missed seeing Lori today. Everything okay?"

"Yeah, everything's fine, Sherry. If y'all will excuse me, I'm gonna find mama. Enjoy your lunch," Rick said sternly, glancing at Negan before walking away.


Lori watched as Philip Blake adjusted his navy-blue tie, admiring how handsome he looked. His tall, fit frame looked good in the gray suit and his brown hair was well-groomed. He flashed her a charming smile and she was convinced he looked the part of a mayor.

"Too much?" he asked, referencing the tie.

"No, it's perfect. You look great and you're going to do just fine," she smiled, tucking a few strands of her long hair behind her ear.

"I couldn't have done it without you, you know that right? Thank you for all your hard work and for setting up this event. I just hope it isn't causing you any trouble," he said earnestly.

"If you're referring to my father, it's fine. I don't want you to worry about him. I know how to handle Jack Shepard," she chuckled. "I believe in you, Philip. I'm going to keep supporting you, no matter what my father or anyone else thinks," she reassured him, stepping closer and placing her hand on his chest.

"I don't want you to think I'm questioning your motives, but you never told me why you're doing this? Why are you fighting so hard to make things equal around here, when it could hurt your reputation and your businesses?" she asked, concern evident in her voice.

"I have my reasons," he noted, with a blank stare, as if he were contemplating sharing said reasons with her.

They gazed intensely into each other's eyes as Philip placed his hand around Lori's waist and pulled her even closer, catching her a bit off guard. She closed her eyes as he leaned in and gently kissed her lips. Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Startled, Lori quickly stepped away from him.

"Come in," she shouted.

"Penny, hello princess," Philip remarked as a young girl, around 10-years-old, entered the room.

"Hi, daddy!" the brown-haired girl beamed, offering her father a hug. "Hello Mrs. Grimes. Is Carl here?" she asked Lori.

"Hi, Penny. You look so pretty in your pink dress! Yes, Carl is waiting outside. I wanted to check on your dad and make sure he was all set before we get started."

Penny briefly looked between her father and Lori, before nodding. "Okay, I'm going to find Carl."

"We'll see you in a minute, sweetheart," Philip replied, as the little girl left the room.

"Philip…" Lori began.

"No…don't say anything. I'm sorry, I don't know what got into me. I've just been so lonely since my wife died," he apologized. "It won't happen again."

"It's just that…I'm married. Rick and I have been through so much together. We've gotten each other through some dark times, and I don't want to hurt him," Lori stated sincerely.

"No need to explain, darling," he replied, raising his hands in front of him. "Let's forget it ever happened, shall we."

Lori smiled and nodded in agreement. "Okay, it's forgotten. Are you ready?"

"As ready as I'll ever be," he nodded.


Michonne, Anna, and Andre stood on the church lawn among the crowd of parishioners waiting to hear from the mayoral candidate. Everyone was dressed in their Sunday's best. Michonne wore a satin, baby-blue dress with a pearl earring and necklace set, with her hair pulled into a high bun. Anna donned a tangerine, two-piece suit with a fancy wide-brimmed hat adorned with a large rhinestone bow.

"What do you know about this man?" Michonne asked her mother.

"Not much," Anna answered, offering Andre a butterscotch out of her purse.

"Thank you, Nana!" the boy exclaimed, his brown eyes peeking from under his tweed flat cap.

"You're welcome baby," Anna smiled down at him, before looking back to Michonne. "He's a local businessman…owns a carwash and a gas station on the south side. His wife died a few years ago from cancer. Since then, he's been raising his daughter alone. Pastor Gabriel seems to like him. He's been singing his praises for months."

"I don't trust him," said a caramel-skinned woman with a head full of thick curls, startling Michonne and Anna as she walked up behind them.

"Sasha!" Michonne yelped, turning around to face the woman and her male companion.

"Hey Michie…Auntie Anna, how y'all doing today?" Sasha smiled, kissing them both on the cheek. "Aren't y'all just the epitome of southern belles," the young woman joked, casting her eyes over her aunt and cousin.

"Girl…don't walk up on folks like that, it's not polite," Anna scolded.

"Yes, ma'am," Sasha chuckled. "I want y'all to meet someone," she said, gesturing to the cocoa-skinned man standing beside her. "This is my friend Bob Stookey…Bob this is my Auntie Anna, my cousin Michonne, and her little cutie pie, Andre," she said, leaning down to kiss the boy's cheek.

"It's nice to meet y'all," Bob said, removing his brown fedora.

"Likewise," Michonne smiled.

"Bob recently moved here from Atlanta. He's been helping out down at the YMCA. The kids love him," Sasha said, rubbing Bob's back.

Michonne smirked, recognizing that her cousin seemed to be quite smitten with this man. She didn't blame her; he was handsome and seemed pleasant enough.

"Michie just recently moved back to King County from Atlanta after her husband was murdered…"

"Sasha!" Anna interrupted, discreetly pointing to Andre.

Sasha shrugged off her aunt's warning. "What? That's what happened isn't it?" She asked, looking to a clearly frustrated Michonne.

"Sash, please. I don't want to get into this right now, not in front of Dre."

"I'm sorry Michie, I'll drop it," Sasha relented.

"I'm sorry for your loss," Bob offered to Michonne.

"Thank you, Mr. Stookey. What brings you to King County?" Michonne inquired.

"Please, call me Bob. Uh…I was an army medic, over there in the jungle. I got injured and they sent me home to Atlanta. I ain't have much goin' on for me there. My parents have been dead for a while, I got no other family there, so I decided I needed a change. King County seemed like as good a place as any for a fresh start," he shrugged.

"Well, it is a nice place," Anna agreed. Michonne's father, Lawrence and I moved her to Atlanta years ago when he got a job at the car factory there. We enjoyed our time there, but after he died, I just felt like coming back to King County. It's where Lawrence and I grew up, I have so many fond memories," she said, her voice drifting for a moment as she reflected on the past.

"Well, I'm happy you moved back, auntie…and now I'm glad to have you back Michie…although, I wish it were under different circumstances," Sasha chimed in.

Michonne shot her a look, silently begging her to drop it. The young woman lifted her hands in surrender.

"Okay, if I could have everyone's attention, please," Pastor Gabriel said as he walked onto the platform stationed near the front of the growing, mostly Negro crowd.

All eyes shot towards the bald, brown-skinned man, as everyone ceased their conversations.

"I want to thank you all for taking the time to stay after service and hear from our guest speaker this afternoon. I think you all will be as impressed as I am with this man. Now listen, after the event, don't forget to partake in these fine desserts prepared by the lovely ladies of our church. We got sweet potato pie, pound cake and cherry tarts…and don't forget to support the youth ministry by purchasing some of this sweet, ice-cold lemonade," he said, raising his cup full of the tasty beverage. "Okay, without further ado, I want to bring out the person who helped to organize this event, Mrs. Lori Grimes."

Lori made her way to the platform, her yellow chiffon dress swaying in the process.

"Thank you, Pastor Gabriel," she said, taking the microphone. "Hello everyone, my name is Lori Grimes and I'm pleased to be here today with all of you. I'm a lifelong resident of King County. My family has a long history here. Now, I know some of you are familiar with my father, Jack Shepard. Some of you might even work for him at the paper mill in the center of town."

"Mm-hmm," a few men vocalized, nodding their heads.

"I know his actions and beliefs towards making change in this town may leave some of you wondering why I'm here," Lori continued, looking out at the stoic faces in the crowd.

"Well, the answer is simple…I'm not my father, and I come before you today to introduce a man who I believe would make a fine mayor for this town. He's a man with a progressive vision, who believes in fighting for the equality of all of King County's citizens. Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Philip Blake."

Philip smiled at Lori as he stepped onto the platform and retrieved the microphone from her. Lori took a seat next to Pastor Gabriel, eager for Philip to begin.

"Thank you, Lori and thank you Pastor Gabriel for welcoming me to your beautiful church," he said, looking at the two of them. He cleared his throat and gazed at the large crowd before him. "Hello folks, my name is Philip Blake and I consider it an honor to speak here today. I've come to talk to you because quite frankly, I want to be your next mayor. Now, I promise to be quick so you all can get to those desserts, the sweet potato pie smells mighty delicious," he chuckled.

Realizing his attempt to warm up the crowd fell flat, he continued on with his speech.

"Anyway, some of you may know me. I've lived in King County most of my life and I'm proud to have my businesses here. This town is a wonderful place to raise a family and my late wife Patricia and I, God rest her soul…considered it a privilege to bring up our daughter Penny here. But the truth is…all over the south and the north, too…we're seeing a massive resistance to folks getting equal rights.

"That's the truth," an older gentleman shouted from the crowd.

"Well, it ain't right," Philip continued. "All men…and women, deserve to be treated with respect and dignity. It's God's law."

People began nodding their heads as Philip spoke and he began to feel more at ease.

"Now, we all know, there are some folks who are burning crosses on Saturday evening and worshipping in church on Sunday morning. Trust me folks, they will be held accountable on judgement day. Now, I have to be honest, we're somewhat lucky. King County hasn't seen some of the racial turmoil other parts of the state, or the country for that matter, are seeing…but it's by no means perfect. I want to change that, so I'm asking for your vote."

"You say you wanna change thangs around here?" one of the men in the crowd shouted out. "It's separate, but it sure ain't equal. Our children are attending schools without enough books, we have only two grocery stores on this side of town, we got one hospital, and we worship separately on Sundays!

"Mm-hmm, that's right," the man's wife joined in. "And what you gonna do about the police? They drive around our neighborhood intimidatin' folks and you know some are tradin' in that uniform for a hood at night! What exactly are you gonna do about that if elected mayor, Mr. Blake!"

Philip glanced back at Lori and Pastor Gabriel, who both nodded, encouraging him to go on. He put his hands in front of him, as if requesting everyone to calm down.

"Listen folks, I hear your concerns and they're real. I promise…"

"Don't make promises you can't keep," another man interrupted. "For all we know, you just come to butter us up so you can build more businesses in our neighborhoods and make a profit! You gonna give any of us jobs, sir? How many Negroes you got working in those businesses on the south side?"

"Now, I assure you I'm not in this to make money," Philip remarked.

Sasha, growing frustrated with what she was hearing, decided to shout out her concerns. "Why should we vote for you, Mr. Blake? Even if we vote, things won't change. Our men are off fighting a war in Vietnam when the real war is right here at home! My brother is over there risking his life right now, and what will he get when he comes home? More of the same…that's what. Being treated like less than a human being!"

Michonne, Anna, and Bob nodded their heads in agreement with Sasha. The young woman usually had no filter when it came to speaking her mind, which sometimes landed her in trouble, but they couldn't deny the truth in her statements. It seemed the rest of the crowd agreed as well, responding with a round of applause.

"Well first off, I'd like to thank your brother for his service, ma'am," Philip replied to Sasha. "And to all of you, I know I have to earn your trust, but I promise I have no hidden agendas. I plan to expand opportunities for Negroes and work to heal the racial divide in this town. Now, I know people are afraid, and given what's been going on, I don't blame you. It's only been a year since Dr. King was assassinated, but the fight must continue if we want to see true change. Pastor Gabriel has pledged to work with me on forming a coalition and members of the SCLC have agreed to help us. Together, we want to get folks registered to vote, work on fully integrating our schools, and opening up jobs to Negroes…but we can't do it alone. We need all of your help to do it."

"That's right," Pastor Gabriel agreed, standing and taking the microphone. "We hope we can count on you all to support Philip Blake as our next mayor of King County."


Following his remarks, Philip made his way through the crowd shaking hands and speaking individually with people. Lori was by his side, offering her thoughts whenever relevant to the conversation. Eventually, they reached Rick, his mother Eleanor, Carl, and Penny.

"You did great, daddy!" Penny smiled.

"Thank you, princess," Phillip said, kissing his daughter on her rosy cheek. "Deputy Grimes, it's nice of you to come," he stated, shaking Rick's hand.

"Of course, I thought it would be a good learning experience for my boy," Rick replied, gesturing to Carl.

"Indeed," Philip agreed. "Hello, Carl. It's good to see you."

"Hello, Mr. Blake," Carl responded flatly.

"Well, I for one am very pleased with what you had to say, Mr. Blake," Eleanor announced.

Philip gifted the middle-aged woman with stark blue eyes, a friendly smile. "Well, I do appreciate your support, Mrs. Grimes."

They looked up to see Pastor Gabriel approaching. "Sorry to interrupt folks, but Philip, I have some people I'd like for you to meet. You're in for a treat, the church mothers have prepared a nice meal for us to enjoy while we talk."

"Mmm, my mouth is watering already. Lead the way Pastor," Philip smiled, before looking over to Lori, "Thank you again for everything."

"It's my pleasure, Mayor Blake," she winked.

"Now, don't you go jinxing me," Phillip laughed.

Rick couldn't help but notice the familiarity between the two and to his own surprise, it didn't bother him as much as he knew it should. He watched as Philip, Penny, and Pastor Gabriel departed. Suddenly, someone in the crowd caught his attention. He and Michonne locked eyes with one another and exchanged a polite smile, as she, Andre, and her mother walked toward Rick and his family.

"Anna Jameson!" Eleanor belted out, raising her hands in surprise.

Anna walked toward Eleanor and pulled her into an embrace. "Oh, my Lord, Eleanor! How have you been?"

Their families stood stunned, as the two women hugged and exchanged friendly kisses. Rick looked to Michonne, who simply shrugged in response.

"I'm so sorry about Lawrence," Eleanor said, pulling out of the embrace looking somberly at Anna.

"Oh, thank you for that. The heart attack was so sudden. With him gone, I didn't want to keep the house in Atlanta. I thought it best to sell it and move back home. I've been back for over a year now. I can't believe this is the first time we've run into each other."

"Well, I went through a few struggles with my own health. I was diagnosed with breast cancer, so I didn't get out much, but I'm in remission now, thanks be to Jesus," Eleanor informed her friend. "Oh, it's so good to see you, Anna," she stated, hugging the woman once more.

"Ellie, you remember my daughter, Michonne?" Anna asked, gesturing for Michonne to come closer.

"Oh, Michonne. I haven't seen you since you were a little girl! My, my…you've grown into such a beautiful woman! And who's this handsome little guy," Eleanor asked, patting Andre on top of his hat.

"This is my son, Andre," Michonne replied.

"Hello, ma'am. Hi Deputy Grimes!" Andre beamed, waving at Rick.

"Hi there, Andre. Good to see you again…and you too, Michonne," Rick said, gazing at Michonne. Once again, he was amazed at how breathtaking she looked. The baby blue fabric of her dress against her rich, mocha skin was a sight to behold.

"Hello, Rick," Michonne responded softly, also noting how handsome he looked in his tan suit. His squared jawline was covered in light stubble and his wavy, chestnut hair was combed to the back. She liked the look on him but was careful not to stare for too long.

Meanwhile, Lori stood quietly, wondering how and when her husband met the gorgeous woman standing before her.

"Anna, it looks like our children have already gotten reacquainted," Eleanor stated.

"It appears so, Ellie," Anna replied, as Rick and Michonne glanced between their mothers, obviously confused.

"Oh, you two probably don't remember spending time together before the Jameson's moved away to Atlanta." Eleanor chimed in.

"No, I'm afraid I don't remember," Michonne chuckled awkwardly.

"Same here," Rick stated.

"Oh, y'all couldn't have been any older than four and six," Anna informed them.

"Wow, small world," Lori finally piped up.

"Oh, excuse my manners. Michonne, this is my wife Lori and my son Carl, Rick announced, pointing to his family. "Lori, this is Michonne Hawthorne and her son, Andre. Michonne works over at Dale's."

Lori noticed the way Rick couldn't take his eyes off of Michonne but said nothing. She supposed she couldn't blame him; the woman was quite stunning.

"It's nice to meet y'all…and you too, Mrs. Jameson," Lori replied, gifting them with a sincere smile.

Carl noticed the silver airplane Andre was clutching close to him. "Hey, cool plane. Can I see?"

Andre hesitantly looked at the older boy, before slowly handing over the toy. "My daddy gave it to me," he noted.

Rick didn't miss the sorrowful look on Michonne's face as she watched Andre and Carl.

"It was nice meeting you all. Will you please excuse me for a moment? I'm going to get a cup of that lemonade," Michonne stated, before hastily walking off.

"You know, I'm kinda thirsty myself," Rick commented. "Lori…Carl, y'all want anything to drink or a slice of pie?"

"No thank you," Lori and Carl answered in unison.

"Okay, then. I'll be back in a few," he said, before departing, anxious to catch up with Michonne.


A few moments later, Rick spotted Michonne sipping on her beverage near one of the tables set up by the church entrance.

"Michonne…um, can I talk to you for a second?" he asked cautiously.

Michonne finished off her drink and threw it in a nearby trash can. "Rick, I really should be getting back…"

"Please, it'll just take a second," he pleaded.

Michonne reluctantly nodded. "Okay but not out here…follow me," she said, leading him inside the church.

They walked down to the church basement and into one of the empty storage rooms, before shutting the door.

"Thanks for agreeing to speak with me, I just…" Rick started.

"Why did you pay for my car repairs?" Michonne asked sternly. "I don't need anyone's charity and certainly not yours. Are you trying to atone for something, Deputy Grimes?"

He looked into her fiery eyes, almost amused at how quickly her demeanor changed. "No, trust me…it's nothing like that. It just seemed like you could use a break, that's all. Please forgive me if I overstepped."

Recognizing the sincerity in his voice and soft blue stare, Michonne let down her guard.

"And besides, it looks like we're old friends," Rick joked, causing her to laugh. He loved her laugh. It made him smile. "I can't believe I would ever forget a face like yours, even if I was only six."

He knew the statement came off as flirtatious, but he meant it. She was beautiful and seemed kind, although there was a sadness present in her eyes. He carried the same sadness in his own eyes. He wanted to know the cause of her troubles, sincerely hoping to get acquainted with the grown-up version of her. They stared at one another, both trying to recall a past life, some part of their childhood when they were friends.

After a few seconds, Rick broke the silence. "Michonne, I don't mean to pry…I know it's none of my business, but where is your husband?"

Michonne let out a long sigh and closed her eyes. When she finally opened them, casting them on Rick, the fiery look he'd seen earlier, had returned.

"My husband, Mike…was at the right place at the wrong time…and it's my fault," she exhaled.

"I'm sorry, I don't follow," Rick said, confused.

"He was killed by a police officer…a white police officer! So, you'll have to forgive me if I'm not rolling out the welcome mat for you. Our mothers may be old friends, but you and I won't be rekindling any friendship," she remarked, moving toward the door.

"Michonne, wait…" Rick interjected.

"Thank you for paying for my car, Rick. I will pay you back…every penny."

With that, he watched her walk out the door.


A few days later…

Lori knocked on the door of the sprawling three story Victorian-style home and waited for someone to come to the door. A few moments later, an elderly dark-skinned woman wearing a black dress and white apron came to the door. The woman's dark eyes lit up at the sight of the thin brunette.

"Miss Lori, how good to see you!" the woman exclaimed, stepping aside so Lori could enter the home.

"Good afternoon, Dorothea. It's wonderful to see you, too! Are mama and daddy home?" Lori asked.

"Yes, they're in the parlor, eating lunch. Can I get you anything? Chicken salad, blueberry crumble cake…or how about a nice glass of sweet tea?" Dorothea listed off.

"Tea sounds good," Lori smiled.

"Coming right up, miss Lori," the woman remarked, taking off toward the kitchen.

Lori found her parents sitting at the table in the quaintly decorated parlor, dining on their light lunch.

"Well, if it isn't my baby girl," Lori's father, Jack exclaimed. "To what do we owe this honor?"

"Hi daddy...hi mommy. I was in the neighborhood, thought I'd stop by and see how y'all are doing," Lori replied, taking a seat at the table.

"I'm glad you stopped by honey. We've missed seeing you and Carl at the club," Lori's mother, Darlene added.

"Oh mama, you know that's not my thing. I don't want Carl growing up thinking he's better than everyone just because his family has money."

"It's his birthright," Jack interjected. "He's a Shepard, that comes with certain privileges."

"He's a Grimes," Lori asserted, looking her father directly into his piercing hazel eyes.

Her father pursed his lips, as if trying to hold back any further remarks.

"How is Rick?" Darlene asked, gathering her long salt and pepper mane over her shoulder.

"He's fine…been working a lot," Lori responded flatly, averting her eyes to her lap.

"He treatin' you alright?" Jack asked. "Do I need to have a word with him?"

"No, daddy. Rick treats me just fine. We've just grown apart since…" she let her voice trail off and closed her eyes.

Darlene gently placed her hand over her daughter's. "It's okay to talk about it, sweetheart. Tragic things happen, but it's how you proceed after a tragedy that defines your strength. You and Rick have been inseparable since high school. I'm sure you two can work through this."

"I don't know if we can, mama," Lori replied solemnly. Anxious to change the subject, she continued, "I came over here to tell you some news. Something I didn't want you hearing from anyone else."

"What is it sugar?" Jack asked, taking a bite of his cake.

"I've been volunteering on Philip Blake's campaign," Lori announced.

"I see," Jack responded, looking disapprovingly at his daughter. "Rick talk you into this? He's always been against the natural order of things. We all have our place in this world, and it ain't meant for nig…, I mean coloreds to have everything a white man has. Blake and others like him are trying to destroy our way of life…a way of life that my daddy, your grandfather, and many other good people fought hard to preserve."

"I'm sorry to disappoint you daddy, but I don't agree with you," Lori retorted.

"Girl, you have no idea what you're doin'. You want Carl going to school with little colored boys? You think that's safe?" Jack shot back. "Wake up honey! I know your mother shielded you from thangs growin' up but this is the way things are!"

"Jack…" Lori's mother interrupted.

"Darlene, I am speaking to our daughter," he cut her off. "You think about what you're doin', sweetheart. Pete Anderson is a much better fit to be mayor of King County. In fact, I've invited him and his wife, Jessie to the club next Saturday. Why don't you stop by and get to know him. He's got some wonderful ideas on how to help the town."

Not wanting to cause anymore strife between herself and her parents, she nodded in agreement. "I'll think about it."

Dorothea entered the room, carrying a pitcher of chilled sweet tea. Sensing the tension in the room, she remained silent, going around the table to refill their glasses.

"Mommy," Lori began, turning toward her mother. The other day, Rick, Eleanor, and I ran into a Negro woman who seemed to be rather close to Eleanor. I think they may have known each other years ago, and I thought maybe you might know her."

"Really, what is her name, dear?" Darlene inquired.

"Anna Jameson," Lori responded.

Darlene slightly choked on her sip of tea. She set her glass down and looked at Lori. "Did you say, Anna Jameson?"

"Yes," Lori answered tentatively, confused by her mother's reaction.

Darlene briefly glanced at Jack and Dorothea before responding, "I…I don't know her well. I maybe met her once or twice. Elenore had all sorts of friends growing up. My parents were a little more discerning about who I kept company with."

"And for good reason," Jack added. "Dorothea, that'll be all."

They all averted their gaze to the old woman, as she finished collecting their used dishes.

"Yes sir, Mr. Shephard," she replied before leaving the room.


"Mmm…damn that's good, Jesus woman," Negan panted as he thrust inside the woman currently pinned beneath him.

The woman wrapped her legs tighter around his waist and drug her nails down his sweaty back.

"Ugh-uh," he grabbed her wrist, clutching them above her head. "We can't go leaving any marks, sweetheart. The wife will get suspicious."

"Sorry, baby," the woman purred, as he captured her lips in a needy kiss. He pounded into her harder, causing the wooden headboard to repeatedly bang into the wall.

"Fuuuck," he grunted as his body stiffened and he released inside of her. After a moment, he rolled onto his back, struggling to catch his breath. "I swear darlin', one day you're gonna be the death of me."

The woman smiled, dragging her finger along his heaving chest. "Never leave me," she replied softly.

Negan turned to his side, so he was facing her. He looked into her deep brown eyes and tucked a few of her thick, curly tresses behind her ear. He sweetly kissed her plush lips and traipsed his fingers down her smooth caramel skin, stopping once he reached her flat abdomen.

"Nora, I ain't goin' anywhere, darlin'," he assured her, trailing light kisses from her neck, down to her breasts, taking a moment to suck each nipple into his hungry mouth.

She moaned at the sensation as he rolled on top of her and settled between her open legs.


Later that afternoon…

Rick took a seat on a stool at the front counter of the diner. It was his third day in a row eating there. He'd like to think it was because he enjoyed the food, but the truth was, he was hoping to see Michonne. He sat patiently, observing the other patrons as he waited for someone to take his order.

"Ahem," Michonne cleared her throat, gaining his attention. "What can I get for you, Deputy Grimes?"

Startled by her sudden appearance, he remained speechless for a spell, just staring into her pretty brown eyes.

"As you can see, we're really busy today, so do you want to order something or did you just come here to stare at me?" she asked, frustrated with his silence.

"How about both?" he chuckled.

Michonne sighed, trying not to roll her eyes. She needed to maintain a friendly façade with this man, especially in front of the other customers.

"Okay, what will you have?" she asked, taking a small notepad out of her apron pocket and a pen from behind her ear.

"I'll just have a club sandwich, a slice of apple pie…and a cup of coffee," he replied.

"Okay, your order will be up shortly," she stated before taking off toward the kitchen.

Rick sighed in frustration. Obviously, Michonne had a history which didn't lend itself to them forming a friendship. He knew he would never fully understand her pain, but he wanted to try. At the very least, he didn't want to be her enemy.

A few minutes later, Michonne returned with his food and filled an empty mug with steaming hot coffee. "Cream and sugar are right here," she said, pointing to the small pitcher of cream and sugar dispenser on the counter.

"Thank you," Rick nodded, trying to catch her eyes.

She avoided looking at him, "You're welcome. Enjoy your meal," she said, before taking off to take other orders.


An hour and a half and three cups of coffee later, Rick remained on his stool, reading the newspaper. The crowd in the diner had significantly dwindled as the lunch rush died down. Michonne made her way back over to Rick.

"Do you need anything else?" she asked softly.

"No, thank you. I'm good…but I was hoping maybe you could take a break."

She stared at him pensively. "Rick, what do you want from me?"

"I just want to talk. I don't like the way we left things the other day. You've been working hard all day, surely you could use a break. Do I need to get Dale out here?"

"No," she huffed. "Fine, we can talk for a few minutes. Employees aren't allowed to take breaks in the dining area. There's a breakroom in back, right past the restrooms."

"I'll meet you there," Rick smiled.

Michonne removed her apron and informed another waitress that she was taking a lunch break. Rick watched as she walked to the back of the diner. He waited a few moments and proceeded to follow the path she'd taken. He caught up to her just as she entered the small break room. He followed her inside and closed the door behind him. Michonne took a seat in one of the empty chairs at the round table and he followed suit.

"So, what do you want to talk about Rick?" Michonne asked, looking into his baby blues.

"Michonne, look I know we don't know each other, but I want to change that. I'd like to be your friend if you'll let me."

"Are you insane? We can't be friends, Rick. You're you…and I'm me. We have nothing in common," Michonne quipped.

"You think I care about that color bullshit? I wasn't raised that way. You should know that. Our mothers were good friends once upon a time. Did you talk to your mother about their history?" he inquired, desperately trying to get through to her.

"No, I didn't talk to her about it. The past doesn't matter. I don't need any friends right now. What I need is peace and time to heal!" she replied, harsher than intended.

"I know what's it's like to be in pain. You can talk to me," Rick assured her.

"Rick, you don't know anything about me. Why do you care so much?" she asked, tears forming in her eyes.

Rick placed his hand over hers, gently rubbing his thumb over her palm. When she didn't pull away, he wrapped both his hands around hers.

"Michonne, I'm not trying to upset you. It's just, when I see someone in need, my instinct is to help. That's it, no ulterior motives," he promised.

"And what does your wife think about your need to help people?" she inquired.

"She's known me for a long time. She understands I'm not changing," he chuckled. "Can you just start with telling me what happened to your husband? You said it was your fault he was killed. What did you mean by that?"

Michonne exhaled and looked him in the eyes. "Okay, I'll tell you."


Thanks for reading! Much more to come…