Michonne

OH MY GOD

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17. A steamy kiss [oh my]

"Do you ever think about what life would’ve been like had it not all got to shit?" she parted lips and gave him a smile. Rick had been staring out the window for a good fifteen minutes now, not a sound escaping him. Just his figure bathed in the pale light of day, two stipe-like shadows of the bars clinging to his worried face. Michonne approached and placed a hand onto his shoulder, his shirt was getting ragged, as ragged as everyone else’s clothes, they’d need new ones soon enough. 

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She stood perched against a chirped and withered wall of a building that once had been a prison, though now it was a sanctuary. Within her mind thoughts raced and fluttered, as the memories of a life forgotten and pushed aside for the continuous struggle she had to embrace willingly or not. 

When was the last time she had stood and watched outside her house’s window? The green glistening hue and fresh scent of mowed lawn could tingle her nostrils even now — and if she could close her eyes and dwell deep inside into her fantasy, she could sense once more her lover’s warmth and arms.

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Though through times as these, the woman could not be spared even the sweet taste of her past, for she pressed lips in annoyance at a shuffling sound. There outside the wired fence and between the dwelling dead, she saw none other than the familiar face of a girl who was once half hidden in fear and shadow.

That though did not stop her from drawing her sword.

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