she walks quietly, one hand guiding a walker with a rope and the other holding the hand of the young girl who was now in her care. michonne didn’t know what she expected on her way into savannah - but one thing is for sure - a lost little girl was the last thing michonne expected. her name was clementine, and she’d just lost her friend lee, that was all michonne really knew about the girl. she realises that a mysterious sword wielding walker lady may be a bit scary to such a young child so she turns to face clementine. a soft smile plays on michonne’s features, her motherly instincts starting to return.  ❝ hey, you doing okay? ❞

the sound drove her insane. not the repetitive hiss of the walkers - no, she was used to that - the noise that rattled around her skull was that of a child’s cry. hot flashes behind her eyes bring pictures of her two girls to her head and the guilt that she holds rushes straight to her head, she turns in the midst of the heard - her two chained walkers keeping her hidden - as she tries to track the sound. “.. alodie? colette?” part of her fully knows that these cries aren’t of her children but it had been so long since she heard a child cry that she was determined to follow it. shadows in the distance catch her eye, movement nothing like those of the walkers. she drops the ropes that hold her two walkers and makes a bee line for the figures and as she gets closer the sound of the cry gets louder. god, how that sound made her sick. as she gets closer to the figures she makes out a young girl holding a child and she feels her heart skip a beat - could this girl be one of hers? had luck finally brought the two of them together. michonne leaps into a sprint now, swords slashing walker heads like a knife to butter.