So hi, long time no see! A lot has happened. First of all I had two babies since I started this. Nights were tough with my youngest and I ended up writing again while the show was going, so I wrote these like two years ago and forgot about them, a lot of things are different on this story, but thats what fanfic is all about. So enjoy, finally these Last chapters, and sorry for typos In advance. The finale Will be uploaded shortly. I never wrote it, but I think I will do that on the upcoming week. Thanks for the Love. Xoxo

Carl grimaced at the voice of Michonne throwing up for what seemed like the tenth time that morning. It sounded painful. He stopped next to his dad who was leaning against the bathroom door. Carl made sure to sigh very loudly.

The whole situation had turned upside down. First he was happy, genuinly happy for them, but after Michonne started feeling unwell and seemed to get weaker, something inside him switched. He was anxious and sort of frustrated with both of them.

Why didn't they think this through? It seemed like this was going downhill very fast.

He could tell she was putting on a brave face, eventhough she was suffering every single day. She wasn't her positive radiant self and it scared him. If the start of this pregnancy was this hard, could there even be a positive outcome?

"Everything okay in there?" Carl looked at his dad who was waiting by the door.

Rick looked exhausted, he had been running Alexandria and the jobs seemed to be piling up without her, "The baby is giving her a little hard time."

"A little?" He rolled his eyes and tried to keep his voice down so Michonne couldn't hear him, "Dad she can't even drink water without it coming out. That's insane. That's dangerous."

"Carl," He noticed the anxious tone in his voice, "Son, I know you're worried, I feel the same way, but we have to just trust that everythang' will be alright."

Rick knew Carl was scared. Even the tiniest things made him worried when it was about Michonne, but he understood the fear because he was on the same boat. It wasn't like they had a hospital nearby to go to in case of an emergency.

Michonne finally came out of the bathroom, her dreads in a ponytail and hugging her brown silky robe.

"Why is there a meeting outside our bathroom door?" She looked at the worried men with a raised eyebrow, "A little privacy please."

Rick kissed her temple, "We know. Sorry."

"I made pancakes earlier. You should have some."

She smiled at Carl and tried her best not to look so exhausted, "I think you should give mine portion to Jude. I don't think I can eat anything right now."

"You need to eat something." He argued.

"Carl." Rick warned.

"Whatever," Carl was frustrated and grunted like a true Grimes, "I'm going to see Enid."

"Take the car," Rick tossed him the keys, "I don' want you out there wondering around when there is more of them roaming by."

He nodded and gave Michonne quick hug, "feel better."

She smiled at him and fixed the collars on his wrinkly flannel shirt, "Invate Enid for dinner. She can stay for the night if she wants to." Michonne was trying to bring his spirits up.

Rick shot a look towards his wife and nodded agreeing, "Yeah, we haven't seen her for a while, bring her over."

"Sure."

They watched him disappear from their view and silently said a little prayer inside their minds as would any parent in this situation. It was nervewracking to let him go by himself with his injury, but they couldn't force him to stay inside their four walls.

"He worries about you." Rick said quietly.

"I know." She looked at her husband and smiled sadly, "I don't think I can stop him from doing that."

"I know." He kissed her cheek and led her into their bedroom, "You need to lay down."

She followd him without a word. Honestly too tired to even argue with that.

Rick pulled the covers from their bed and helped her in, "You need a bucket?"

Michonne laughed a little, "I think I'll manage."

"Are you sure you don't need a doctor?" Rick had noticed how beat down by this she was. She would get sick multiple times a day. It didn't seem to be getting easier. He wasn't used to seeing her so frail.The tiny bump on her small body looked bigger everyday. Mostly because she was losing weight rapidly while the baby was thank God growing.

"It wasn't this bad with Andre." She thought back and took a deep breath, "The first few months were bad, but not this extreme. During the second trimester I had so much energy. I even signed up for this mommy to be pilates class."

"Sorry darling' we don't have those." Rick just laughed at that.

" I'm kind of worried about what we have created, " She joked back, "If he is like this now, imagine him at his terrible twos. Worse than Judith."

Rick smiled wide, giving her that cocky grin he only allowed her wife to witness, "He?"

Michonne nodded happily, "I have a gut feeling."

"As long as you two stay healthy, I'm fine with either one. I'm gon' ask Daryl to visit the Hilltop and get you some more fruit," He moved his hand, gently stroking her stomach, "Ya'll need to stay strong. That's why I think if this continues we have to find a way to put some fluids in you. An iv or somethin'"

Watching her husband touch her bump, Michonne felt tired. She was exhausted, She was miserable, but she wouldn't have it any other way.

Losing Andre had felt like her life ended. It wasn't that long ago when she had been staring at a stranger on the other side of the fence. Rick had been the most wonderful surprise in this chaos they lived in. He kind of just happened.He went from a stranger, to a ally, to a friend, to a partner, to a lover, and finally ended up as her husband. Rick Grimes was all of those things to her.

Their getting together had been unexpected, although not as unexpected for their friends. Whilst both of them had kept their feelings for each other to themselves, not even fully understanding what they were, everybody else had sensed something more than friendship between them for a long time.

"What'cha thinking about?"

"Our first night together. How we both wanted to be with each other, but we were too scared and blind to see it and all of a sudden it all made sense. "

"Yeah, thank heavens for the mints, huh?" Rick teased, "definitely gave us the push we needed."

Joining in with his laughter, she nodded her head slowly and smirked," You mean- gave you the push you needed "

He felt so blessed. He had everything and more than he ever wanted. She had taught him so much about life in general. The moment they decided that they wanted to expand their family it had been exciting, but when for months it didn't happen and all of a sudden she was indeed pregnant then the reality kicked in. Doubts and insecurities plagued him about becoming a father again, putting her at risk with a pregnancy was now harder to swallow. Lori's death haunted him again. It kept him up at night.

He would not be able to live with himself if he lost her. Also this tiny being that carried bits of both of them had already stolen his heart. Losing all of this would end him.

"Everything is going to be okay."

It was almost like she read his mind.

"We are the ones who live, remember?"

Rick sighed and rubbed his greyish scruff, "I know, I do, but sometimes I'm just waiting' for something to go wrong and-"

She stopped him mid sentence, "Rick it's going to be okay and if something would happen... I know you will be strong enough to handle it for all of us."

"No, I won't Chonne, I really won't. "

"Yes you will," She grabbed his face betweeen her hands and looked at him determined, "You will make sure the kids are okay. That's all you need to be worried about. We promised each other, if anything happened to either one of us the kids are a priority and nothing else matters. Because in the end we both would want that right?"

He looked at those beautiful brown eyes and sighed," How the hell do you always do that?" He grabbed her hands and kissed them gently, "You fix everythang' and make it seem possible."

"Rick Grimes," Michonne's eyes lit up and she laughed, "please stop the sweet talk and southern charm because I have no energy to straddle you right now and you make me want to do that."

"Did I already mention how damn' beautiful you are?" He kissed her and winked, "Even with the puke and all'"

"You did not just insult my toothbrushing skills," she playfully slapped his chest, "I know my breath smells like a bag of mints and Judith's fruity spongebob toothpaste because mine was out."

He caught her hand and pulled her in his arms, "I'll find some more. Anythang for you."

Goddamn this man was too clever. Michonne was like putty in his hands, she just couldn't resist him and the new scruffed look wasn't helping.

"On a serious note," She pulled back and tensed a bit, "We really need to talk to Carl."

"He is convinced that he will lose you. It's making him lash out," Rick got up and paced around their bedroom, "Yesterday he told me to worry about my own damn business' infront of everybody, just because I asked him where he was going. I looked like a fool! Abraham wouldn't let it go and called me a big pyssy for the rest of the day."

That had her burst out laughing. He was also having a hard time holding it together,"Im serious. Have a little empathy- you know how Abe gets with me if he has a reason. We were having a counsil with Hilltop and Kingdom and this man couldn't stop callin' me a pussy because I allowed a teenager backtalk to me."

She laughed, hard enough that tears were coming from her eyes.

"Meanwhile Ezekiel is sitting there with his goddamn tiger. And I'm the pussy."

"Please baby stop, I'm gonna pee." Michonne was catching her breath. She hadn't laughed that much in a long time.

Rick loved her uncontrollable laughter and smile. He hadn't seen it in awhile, so her laughing at his expense was so worth it.

"I'm sorry you had a rough time. " She pulled herself together, and reached her hand out to him. He took her hand and sat back on the bed.

She was very aware of the fact that Carl would treat her with kindness in this situation, even when he rationally knew she was equally at fault for deciding to have a child in this world. It wasn't like Rick decided to pregnate her on his own. But for Carl, it was easier to put the blame on him.

Michonne leaned back into her pillows, "we need to talk to him. He knows better than to talk to you like that. Don't feed into it."

"Yeah, lets hope Enid talks some sense into that thick head of his. " He murmured to himself as he leaned into her shoulder.

"like father, like son" Her finger traced his jaw line lightly, and seconds later she could hear him snore.

Enid watched Carl out of the corner of her eye. She felt nervous because he leaned back on the passenger seat quietly and seemed to be miles away. When they were together it was her rule number one, she would drive if they needed to go somewhere. Like now, they were returning to Alexandria. It wasn't that she didn't trust his driving skills, but she knew he got headaches after driving. He could drive, but it required so much consentration because of his eye, it caused him a lot of pain afterwards.

She cared a lot for Carl. Even when they were just quiet, she enjoyed having those moments where she could just watch him and know that she was safe with him. He was so special in her eyes, but he had a wall built firmly around him. Sometimes he would allow a glimpse inside, but mostly he still wanted to keep his distance. She knew the reasons behind it because she was the same. She had lost a lot, experienced trauma like him. So sometimes the silence was comforting. They both knew that words weren't needed. They just were.

"I read about it." She finally got the courage to speak.

"About what?" Carl curiously looked at her. His hat tilting as he did so.

"Michonne," Enid explained, "Her pregnancy. I think she has Hyperemesis gravidarum. It means she has severe nausea, and it usually gets easier after twenty weeks."

She continued, telling everything she remembered, "It means her pregnancy is high risk, but at the same time it doesn't really mean anything because as long as she drinks and eats, and the baby keeps growing everything should be fine. I'm trying to learn about pregnancy stuff, maybe I could be a doctor or a nurse of somesorts one day."

"High risk?" His tone was defeated. After hearing those words his mind went blank.

She swallowed, she shouldn't have said high risk, but it just came out.

"Yeah, but really, it doesn't mean that she is in horrible danger or the baby is. She just needs to get enough fluids. So that she doesn't dehydrate and we have ways of doing that now."

"Oh." Was the only thing out of his mouth. He leaned against the passenger side window.

She thought about leaning in and kissing him for comfort, but then rememberedhow irritated he would get if she didn't keep her eyes on the road.

"I know Alexandria doesn't still have a doctor after..." She swallowed, remembering how horrible Denise's faith was, "But Hilltop will help. Your dad actually came by to make sure Dr.Carson knew that he has to move to Alexandria temporarily during spring. I heard them talk, it was kind of funny because everyone in that room knew he couldn't say No to your dad without him going apeshit."

Carl chuckled at that. Ofcourse he did.

His dad was literally obsessed with Michonne. He had never seen him like that. It was the exact reason why the thought of losing her was like the end of the world. Because for the Grimes family that would be exactly it. His dad would never recover from that. Judith would never be the same.

"I'm afraid, " He admitted quietly, "We have already lost my mom. I can't, Dad can't-"

"You won't!" She stopped the car in a halt. They were middle of nowhere, "Carl, I know what its like, to love and care after you've sworn that you never would again. It sucks. It sucks so bad! We know what it feels like when awful things happen to the people we love."

He continued to sit in silence. Enid was frustrated. She turned towards him while wiping the sweat from her forehead. The heat outside was still overwhelming, "I pray for you every single night Carl. I pray for Judith, for your dad and Michonne. I pray for Maggie. I pray for Hershel. I pray for everybody thats my family these days eventhough I don't believe in that shit."

"Why?"

"Because it's the only thing I can do for you," She blurted out, unsure how he would react, "I mean all of you."

Carl turned red and shifted awkwardly in his seat to look at her. He was not good at this. They had kissed and kind of made it official, but it was still nervewracking to share deep thoughts and feelings outloud.

"Uh...Thanks," He smiled softly back at her, "For reading about it and all that."

Enid smiled patting him lightly on the leg, "So wipe the pout off your face and get ready because you're gonna be changing diapers again."

He didn't have a chance to say anything back when all of a sudden loud bang interrupted their talk.

"Help!" Someone desperately tried to open the car door to get to the back seat, "Please! Help! They are coming!" He banged the door louder.

Walkers were closing In. The growls were getting louder. Carl looked at the man with dark hair and his eyes which were filled with desperation. With that he unlocked the car, but at the same time pulled out his gun and pointed it at the stranger.

Enid acted quickly and started the car, leaving the heard of walkers behind.

The stranger held his hands up, panting, sweaty, but at the same time thankful.

"Thank you." He managed to say from between deep breaths, "They just came out of nowhere."

"Who are you?" Carl asked sternly, still his gun pointed to his face.

"My name is Siddiq," He answered, "I had a camp, but it got overrun. I'm the only one who made it. They helped me escape."

Carl got a genuine feeling of off him. There were tears in his eyes as he tried to steady his breathing.

"Why did they help you?"

"I'm a doctor."

Enid looked at the man, amazed and smiled brightly back at Carl, "I think I should keep on praying."