#michondrea

Part 5 of my Rositara fanfic with some Glenngie and Michondrea

The other parts are:

Part1: http://paradisesubtext.blogspot.com.es/2014/04/rositara-dangerous-way.html

Part2: http://paradisesubtext.blogspot.com.es/2014/04/the-dangerous-way-part-2.html

Part 3: http://paradisesubtext.blogspot.com.es/2014/04/the-dangerous-way-part-3.html

It’s kind of cliche, falling in love with your knight in shining armor. 

But that’s exactly what’s happened, and Michonne is most certainly her savior—in every sense. 

It’d started off as just a simple appreciation for her strength, her agility, her skill. The way her muscles rippled as she wielded that katana, the lack of emotion when she kills walker after walker. But Andrea’s never been a fan of trying to fool herself, and she knows that it’s not normal wanting to run her hands down Michonne’s perfectly formed sides, wipe away the blood she hasn’t gotten around to cleaning off after another successful kill. She knows it’s not normal to want to see that blank, emotionless glaze vacate her eyes because of something Andrea did. 

The moments where something slips, something human, are what Andrea cherishes. She feels blessed, honored, like she’s the first one to hear it at all. Maybe she is. 

And even though she knows that Michonne curls up close to her at night only because, even in Georgia, the winter is brutally raw, she enjoys every minute of it. If she’s quiet, she can crane her neck around, look at Michonne’s sleeping face, wonder how she manages to look so damn serious even in sleep. She guesses that that’s how knights are supposed to be. Strong, resilient, stoic. Andrea doesn’t think she’s ever really known true strength until she met Michonne.