"Are you fucking kidding me?!" Glenn shouts while jerking is head away from Maggie's hands.
"Damn it Glenn, now there's a bald spot back there!" Maggie scolds him.
Glenn waves his hand at Maggie, "I'm not posing for GQ Maggie. What the hell does that shit even mean, 'They're a family of practicing pacifists?' So they won't fight to stay alive?"
"They weren't joking?" Tyreese asks.
"Nope, the father was as serious as a heart attack; he says that walkers are living beings just like us." Rick confirms.
Sasha taps Tyreese on the shoulder to let him know that she's finished trimming his head and beard; as he gets up Daryl sits down on the floor in front of Sasha and says, "It means they're a family of fuckin yella-bellies."
She wraps a towel around Daryl's neck and starts cutting his excess mane with a pair of surgical scissors, "What I don't understand is how they have managed to live this long being pacifists?'
"Listen Rick, after that mess that went down with Lizzie and Meeka, I don't know if we should keep people in our circle that can't distinguish between us and walkers. Tyreese implores.
Rick walks over to the motel window; opens the curtains wider so Maggie and Sasha can see well as they trim and cut Glenn and Daryl's hair.
"Well apparently his kids don't feel that way, twins boy and a girl. They came running up behind me when I left the room. They said their father is a 'naïve and stubborn man; still holding on to a world that no longer exists'. The boy says that he killed a walker that attacked his sister but outside of that they're both pretty green.
Maggie finishes with Glenn and tells Rick to sit down in the chair, "Well it sounds like the kids have some heart."
"We'll see, I told them I don't believe they should disrespect their father but, if they both tell him how they feel and that its their decision to join up with us; to come see me. So we'll just wait in the meantime."
"And this guy has seen what walker can do to people?" Glenn asks.
"He said he has but that's not his argument. His reasons are based on history; and his not wrong entirely.
"Man has eaten the flesh of man since time began when starving. Human beings have done some God awful thing to one another; to him the only difference this time is that people eat people with no fear, guilt nor agenda. Walkers don't die unless they're struck through the brain…and let's face it the size of human brain is pretty tiny."
Sasha and Maggie stop cutting hair as everyone in the room listens to what Rick has to say.
Rick continues, "But that's the difference…reason. Man has the ability to reason when he wants to…even if he decides to ignore that ability he has a reason for ignoring it. Walkers have none of that they just eat. There's reason in life and death but, there's no reason for the two coexists simultaneously.
Somewhere between the night and dawn of the next day,
Rick's in the bed opposite from Michonne; being that her arms are in a sling she prefers to sleep alone for the time being instead of sharing a bed with Rick or Judith.
He's finding it difficult to sleep with knowing that he has to inform her of the group's decision.
As she fights to find a comfortable position, Rick gets up, "Chonne', I have to tell you something."
Michonne, still moving restlessly in the bed replies, "What's up?"
Rick gets up off the bed then, turns up a couple of lanterns around the room.
As Michonne adjusts her eyes to the light she silently ogles as Rick in his draw string pajama pants with no shirt; exposing his finely toned abs and upper body. She figures someone must have trimmed his hair and shaved his beard.
Michonne wanted her man in a wicked way…really bad.
"The group and I feel that…from now on no female should leave the camp without a one of us." He blurts out.
She instantly comes to her senses, "What do you mean without one of us?"
Rick looks down at the floor like a child being scolded, "Without a man."
She abruptly sits up and says, "What?!"
Everybody feels that any female that's a part of our group should have…male backup when going beyond the perimeter."
Michonne struggle to get out of the bed and says, "This is really immature of…"
He cuts her off, "Everyone knew you would react like this but, this is what the group has decided."
Michonne walks to the edge of the bed with her arms still in the sling, "Rick, look I get it. You like knowing that I'm safe but this…this is just uncalled for."
Rick walks over to her, "is it Chonne'? After what happened with you, Maggie and Bob last week…", Rick pauses, "…I don't want you taking unnecessary risks anymore. You've sort of made a habit of it."
She begins to respond but Rick sternly say, "Do you want to die Michonne?
She gets angry and glares at his question.
"Do you wanna die Michonne, cause if you're out there by yourself and get surrounded by walkers your gonna die. If you get surround by a bunch of men like the ones Daryl was with… if they don't kill you after they rape you then…"
He takes in a deep breath in order to calm down, "It's time for you to start caring about those that care about you. Have you even seen Rosita? She nearly bled to death to get back to the block to tell us where you were."
She looks down at the floor as she realized she hadn't been by to see Rosita since they got to the motel.
Rick gets up and begins to get dressed while she sits on the edge of the bed speechless.
He walks over to her and kneels down to look in her eyes, "You and I have made it this far. If you trust me…you will let me protect my family."
Michonne sits in shock as Rick leaves the room. She's not bothered by the directives of the group; she's bothered by the fact that everybody already knew her so well. The mysterious façade about her was lost.
Despite her best efforts, she grew to care about everyone in the prison group; she would never want to cause them more pain than what they've already endured by unnecessarily risking her life.