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Chapter 3: See through
Rosita jogs from Carol's house over to Daryl on the perch. He's been keeping watch for when Rick and Michonne come back.
Just as she's about to approach the ladder she slips on the ground letting are a high pitched "Oof!"
Daryl leans his head out from the two-man hutch on the perch and sees Rosita standing up slowly cleaning snow from off her backside.
He chuckles as she begins climbing up.
"You aight", he asks while helping her up.
"Yea", she starts fastening the buttons on her coat so her neck's completely covered, then begins to lightly stomp her feet for warmth.
"How's Carl?"
"He's seems good. Carol said that his fever broke a little while after Rick left and now they're in the living room watching some dvd's", she tells him.
Daryl pulls out a cigarette, "Who's they?"
"Carol, Enid, Carl, and Maggie".
"Good, one less thing to worry about."
As Daryl shields his lighter from the wind while lighting up his smoke; he peeps the inquisitive look on Rosita's face. He watches her profile as she looks down the road then, up at the sky.
"So any word from them", she asks, "I think this blizzard is coming on faster than Eugene predicted."
"They aint that far away", he reminds her, "Whatever we're seeing, they seeing it too."
Rosita becomes very silent and looks down at the hole in the palm of her glove, "Daryl?"
Daryl picks of one of the rifles and peers through the scope, "Yea?"
"Did you notice anything happening between Sasha and Abraham on that run when you guys were leading the walkers away?" She asks.
He puts the rifle down and plucks the ash on is smoke, "Naw, I didn't see anything…nothing that would've made me think that they would move in together."
"Oh", she skittishly pretends to wipe a snowflake out the corner of her eye then, places her hands in her coat pockets.
He knew it was a tear and felt bad for her; It was clear that Abraham had used Rosita as a place holder until he found what he wanted.
After finishing his smoke he throws it over the fence and lightly bumps shoulders with her, "Hey, you haven't heard that men are like walkers, there'll be another one any minute".
Rosita quickly turns her head to hide her watery eyes and chuckles at Daryl's idiom. She turns back around, "Yea, your probably right…" she looks down the block as a walker passes, "…They'll always be more."
"Uh-huh, always", he reiterates.
"Is the sun going down, or are the clouds blocking the daylight?"
Daryl squints his eyes at a tiny light off in the distance, "Probably a little of both…say do you see a tiny light down the road?
Rosita squints as well, "Hard to say, can't see nothing but snow blowing all over the road now. They need to get back here fast. Real fast."
Rick's speeding down the road towards the safe zone; the wiper blade on the driver side was the only one working, impairing visibility of the road.
"Michonne, Michonne can you hear me. Chonne'", he shifts his eyes back and forth between the road and Michonne.
He reaches over and shakes her awake, "Michonne can you hear me?
"Rick, I'm fine", her teeth begin to chatter, "I'm just really, really cold. D-did you turn on the h-heat?"
"I did! I have it on high; you can't feel the heat?"
Michonne can her the stress and fear in Rick's voice so she lazily lays her head on the headrest and shifts her head to the left. She wants to see his face before she answers.
She observes the detail in his strong jawline and his perfect lips; but when she blinks her vision becomes blurry and jumbled.
"Michonne! Michonne, can you feel the heat blowing? Can you feel my hands?" he asks.
She looks down towards his hands.
"Can you feel my hands, Chonne? Can you feel the heat blowing on your hands?"
Michonne didn't want to scare him any more than the sound of fear that was in his voice; so she quickly answers, "Oh yes, Yes I feel it now. I 'm good."
Rick slowly pulls his hand away from hers; judging from her lethargic manner, Rick could see she was either lying or she was in a delusional state.
The sound of static begins to air on the walkie-talkie.
"Rick is that you?"
Rick reaches for his walkie-talkie on the floor, "Daryl, can you see me?" He flashes the headlights.
"If you're those blinking headlights speeding toward us then yea."
"Good…is Carl alright, is Judith o.k.?"
The blustering winds starts breaking up their transmission, "Daryl?!"
"Yea, they're fine. Carl's fever broke a little while after ya'll left. He's watching movies with Enid, Carol and Maggie. Everything alright?" Daryl asks.
"No, Michonne fell in a pool of icy water, I'm trying to keep her a wake. Listen get Denise to my house quick. Then get some of our people to help with unloading the car.
Daryl turns to Rosita; but Rosita is already making her way down the ladder, I got it."
"And Daryl…"Rick pauses waiting for his reply.
"Yea", Daryl starts making his way down the ladder.
"There's a large suitcase in the bottom of the trunk", Rick pauses remembering that there are other survivor's out there that maybe listening to their transmission, "Make sure to grab it and keep it somewhere safe."
Daryl hops down the last three steps, "Copy that, make sure to honk the horn twice when you get to the gate."
Rick confirms, "Copy that."
The sound of sibling rivalry erupts.
"…Carl…Carl, stop teasing your sister and set the table" Michonne yells.
The brother and sister hit each other back and forth for a the while as they come in to the dining room.
Carl fakes Judith out of the last tap past Michonne as she brings the turkey out on to the table.
"Boy!" She snares.
Suddenly a clean shaven Rick Grimes comes down stairs; his final step sounding as proud as his strength and longevity.
"Alright, let's get this party going! There hasn't been a walker herd seen in a two mile radius from all directions, and the temperature is gonna drop below freezing…" Rick walks in to the dining room as Michonne's placing the turkey on the table, "Damn them breasts look so good…".
Rick runs up and grabs Michonne from behind by the waist, "Yours look good too", he whispers.
Michonne looks over towards the kitchen door and turns around to face him. She removes her pot holders and rubs her hands through his hair and kisses him, "You'll never see these breasts…", she kisses him again, "..if you mess with he breast on my bird."
He displays a look of gritted obedience, "Fine…", he places soft kisses on her neck, "Because I've got a surprise for you."
"Oh, really", she answers between lip locking.
The doorbell rings and she pushes Rick off, "I told everybody to come for dinner tonight."
Michonne walks out the living room and towards the front door.
Rick positions himself to see her face when she opens the door.
Carl and Judith just so happen to chase one another in to the front door foyer.
Michonne opens the front door and she sees Mike dressed in a police uniform with his left hand holding the right arm of her son, two year old Andre'.
"Did you forget about him, Michonne? Michonne? Michonne?!"
"Michonne? Michonne? Michonne!" Rick yells.
His voice startles Michonne out of her unconsciousness.
Upon opening her eyes, she's quickly reminded of how cold her body is.
"What", she answers.
"Stay awake Michonne, if you go to sleep your body will shut down."
Rick becomes silent for a moment, "I know you can't feel my hands Michonne…why won't you tell me when you need help. Why won't you tell me when you need me?"
Michonne shift her head to look out the window, the blizzard blowing passed her window in the early evening with no more than the reflection of the car headlights…feels tranuil and majestic.
A few minute later, Rick and Michonne arrive at the front gate.
"Hold on Michonne, we're just waiting for them to open the gate", Rick says before honking the horn twice.
The blizzard has been in full swings for the past 5 minutes. Snow drifts had been forming outside the gates.
"Chonne'…Counselor?" He questions in a quiet, mono tone whisper.
Michonne turns her face towards Rick's, her body's need for warmth has taken over as her body completely as it vibrates from the loss in temperature.
She smiles, "I forgot about Andre'."