Richonne Reset (They Meet) by SBK
Michonne sat in the guard tower trying not to feel sorry for herself. She thought they had finally found a safe haven, somewhere they could hunker down and figure some things out but she was wrong. Of course if Mike and Terry had only listened to her, maybe they’d still be alive. They knew there were areas of the prison that were still unsafe and yet they went on a slight excursion while she and some of the others were on a run.
She returned to the prison to find a blood covered Maggie, Glenn, and T-Dog as they had fought off walkers to try and save her boyfriend and his friend. Thank God Beth and Herschel saw fit to look after Andre and ensure his safety. She will be forever indebted to them for realizing that Andre wasn’t exactly safe with his own father and Godfather.
She looks back at the prison, particularly cell block C as that is where everyone is housed currently. She smiles slightly as she thinks of her son napping in one of the cells. The smile fades quickly as his previous questions about his dad’s absence echo in her head. With everything they’ve had to deal with and now……..
Her thoughts trail off as she gives her attention to the fences again and the tree line beyond the prison. She takes a deep breath and releases it slowly only for that breath to catch when she notices movement by the trees.  She figures it’s just more walkers but grabs the binoculars to take a look all the same. She frowns as the slow moving figures look odd. For one, there is a child with a wide brimmed hat on and a man at his side. They look to be wearing ponchos and she can tell those aren’t regular stains but blood and guts…..walker blood and guts.
She grabs the rifle propped up against the railing and makes her way out of the tower to approach the fence. securing the sword at her back. The child and man notice her immediately and look at each other cautiously before returning their gaze in her direction. She looks them up and down curiously and suspiciously but she already knows she has to allow them inside. There’s a child for goodness sake.
The blood covered ponchos seem to be working as the walkers’ attention remains on her. She stares into the pleading blue eyes of the stranger and although everything in her is saying she can’t allow them inside as they could be a danger to her group, her heart can’t bear to risk this child’s life.Â
She looks over at the little boy again, noticing his identical eyes and knows they are father and son. She hesitates for another second, looking over the adult once more. A movement beneath his poncho has her eyes zeroing in on his midsection. Another small movement and she narrows her eyes in curiosity. She tilts her head, indicating they should move towards the entrance. She grabs the keys from her belt loop, preparing to unlock the gate, when a small wail pierces the air.
She freezes as does the stranger and they both look at each other with panic in their eyes. She works quicker to get the gate unlocked as he and his son remove holstered guns and start shooting at the walkers who are now looking to them for their next meal. She lifts the rifle and joins them in their fight against the undead, the tiny cries projecting like a voice through a bull horn.
“Come on!” She yells.
The father pushes the son ahead of him as they make a mad dash inside the gate. Michonne closes it quickly, securing it with complete accuracy. She turns her back to the gate and the snarling walkers and faces the man.
He holds a hand over the small bump underneath his poncho in a soothing manner and the cries taper off to whimpers.
Michonne was just about to ask him to remove the poncho, knowing all too well what he was concealing when he brings his other gun laden hand to his forehead to wipe the sweat away. She lifts her rifle without hesitation, remembering that he could still be dangerous.
“Drop it,” she instructs him.
He looks at the gun as if he’s surprised he still has it then opens his mouth to say something only for his eyes to roll towards the back of his head cultivating in a collapse on the prison's dirt floor.
The boy yells, “Dad!” and goes onto his knees at his father’s side, his gun forgotten.
“I….we….ran out of water days ago and the little food we had he gave it all to me,” the boy explains in a shaky voice. “Can you help him…..us…..please?” He lifts the poncho and reveals a baby underneath.
The little one lifts sky blue eyes and lets out another wail. Michonne’s instinct is to rush to her but the boy releases the baby from whatever contraption she is in and takes her into his arms to comfort her.
Glenn, T-Dog, and Maggie race down the hill, the gun shots alerting them that something was wrong.
“What’s going on?” Glenn asks.
“Who are these people?” T-Dog wonders.
“A baby?” Maggie gasps.
Michonne swallows nervously. She was the one who said they couldn’t trust anyone and they couldn’t allow anyone else inside after the debacle with the prisoners they found left behind but surely they’ll understand she couldn’t stand by and allow this man and his child….no children to die.
“Can you guys help me get them inside?” She asks.
They all exchange a look.
“I’ll be responsible for them. Whatever happens….it’s on me,” Michonne states as she looks down at the unconscious stranger. She prays she hasn’t made a mistake as she watches Glenn and T-Dog lift him.
Maggie gives a slight smile in the boy’s direction, amazed that a baby was actually born and survived in the world they live in now. “Let’s get you inside.”
The boy looks to Michonne for reassurance and her heart melts. She hands over the rifle to Maggie and asks her to take over watch duty.
Maggie nods and watches as Michonne walks alongside the boy holding his sister following behind the others carrying his dad.
“Is my dad going to be ok?” He asks.
“We’re going to help him. I promise,” she affirms. “What’s your name?”
“I’m Carl. This is Judith and my dad’s name is Rick. Rick Grimes.”
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