Finders Keepers || Rick & Michonne
[ Closed plot with @wexarethewalkingxdead ]
Since finding the boots, Michonne kept them closer then her sword most nights. After years of sleeping alone, sitting beside their children’s beds looking for traces of her lost love, and wishing she could rip her heart out, Michonne had hope again. The way her heart soared and her lips pulled into a smile when she told her children their Brave Man might very much be alive, was surreal. Almost as surreal as saying goodbye to them. She knew Judith and RJ were in good hands though. She knew they would be there when she came back. She knew seizing the opportunity to bring the family together again, was more then worth the risk of failure.
Weeks later though, Michonne was lacking hope. In her travels, Michonne had stumbled upon a massive group of survivors, a cluster of scouts from a place called the Common wealth, but after days upon days of traveling with them, she found herself lacking any new information about Rick’s whereabouts.
Instead, she was invited into a large city, packed with survivors. Rather then calling her journey a waste, Michonne decided it’d be worth investigating their community and seeing if it was a place worth bringing her children to. So far, it proved to be everything she could’ve hoped and dreamed, except Rick being there.
That night, after struggling for hours to sleep, she decided to slip on her hood and go for a walk along the quiet streets of the city. Slipping her sword into its sheath, she grabbed her walkie and began to stroll along the darkness as she tried to get a good enough signal to check on Judith. They hadn’t spoken in a couple of days, she was worried about her. About RJ to. He was to young to go days without speaking to his birth mother. “Come on you piece of shit.” She grumbled.
