A/N: Ok, so I know I'm not even CLOSE to this part in my walking dead fanfic but I wanted to make a little thing of Carl making a promise to Michonne after she gives birth to RJ (Rick Jr.) to take care of his siblings while she goes and find Rick.
It was late at night and Michonne was pacing around the living room. She had gotten a call from Morgan nine months ago on the walkie-talkie...
Flashback to 9 months ago...
Michonne, like many others were, was still upset about her husbands death. But no one was grieving as much as Carl Grimes was. He'd already lost his mother while giving birth to Judith, and now his father while Michonne was pregnant. Michonne had to be brave, for Carl, for Judith, and for Rick. She was about to go check on Carl when all of a sudden, she heard a voice coming from her walkie talkie,
"Michonne?"
It was Morgan!
"Morgan..? Is that you?"
"I have some news for you... After you called me about Rick's death... I saw a helicopter fly by..."
(A/N: yes, this a reference from fear the dead.)
"What does a helicopter have to do with all this?" she questioned,
"Michonne... Rick might be alive..."
But, why is she leaving now? Why didn't she do anything sooner? The answer was because she was pregnant during the time. She wanted to leave sooner, but she didn't want to put her baby at risk. She was anxious about Rick. What if he wasn't dead? Morgan saw the helicopter take him away but, the question was, was he alright? Was he alive? She didn't know. All she knew was that there was a chance he could be. She needed to know, she needed to make sure he was alright. She took out a pencil and a paper and wrote,
Dear Carl,
I'm so sorry but I have to go find your father. I don't know how long I'll be gone, days, weeks, months, maybe even years, but I promise you I will return with your father one day. Please don't come after me, I need you to take care of RJ and Judith for me. I can find Rick on my own. I'm so sorry.
Michonne.
Michonne put the pencil down and started to walk out the door but heard a familiar voice,
"Where are you going?" it was Carl,
"What are you doing up?" she asked him,
"Couldn't sleep." was his answer, "Now answer my question."
Michonne just sighed, "Look, " she started, "I have to leave."
That caught Carl's attention, "What do you mean?" he asked, "You're just gonna leave us?!"
"Listen, Carl, you don't understand, " she tried to explain to him,
"You can't just leave! What me?! What about Judith and RJ?!"
"That's all on you now."
"I just lost my dad! I can't lose you too!"
"AND THAT'S WHY I'M LEAVING!" Michonne finally snapped, "I got a call from Morgan on the walkie-talkie. He told me your father was taken away in a helicopter, I need to see if he's alright and I'm not coming back without him."
That's when Carl finally understood. Michonne didn't want to do this, but she had to leave, to find his father. "I'm going with you." He offered,
"No!" Michonne said, "I need you to stay here, to take care of Alexandria, to take care of Judith and RJ."
"Wait, you want me to take over?!" Carl questioned, "I can't take over by myself!"
"Yes you can," she said, "You're a very smart boy, Carl. You're brave, strong, and independent. You can do it just please... don't just do this for me, do this for Rick... for Judith and RJ,"
With that, Carl sighed, "Fine, I'll try my best." He said.
"Thank you." She said, but before she left, she felt a hand reach her shoulder,
"Just promise me something," Carl let out, Michonne turned around and faced him, "Promise me you'll return, with dad or not? Please... I can't handle losing you too."
Michonne smiled, "You have my word," she said and hugged Carl who started crying. With that, she started to cry too.
After a few minutes of crying, Michonne broke up the hug, "It's time for me to go now," she said, "Promise me you'll take care of our people?"
Carl nodded, "I promise." and with that, Michonne left on her adventure to find Rick Grimes.
Nine Months Later...
It has been nine months since Michonne left, and she hasn't come back. Carl sighed, 'they're probably dead now...' he thought to himself, he took off his hat and stared at it,
"I hope you're still alive, somewhere..." he said and thought of an idea, he went into Judith's room to talk to her, "Hey, Judith." He said with a smile on his face,
"Carl!" She said, all happily,
"I wanted to give you something," he told her and took off his hat again, "This was dad's before it was mine, and now it's yours." He placed his hat on top of Judith's head but it was too big, "Don't worry," he chuckled, "You'll grow into it, I promise..."
I promise...
