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 theyâd 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 wasnât 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 dadâs absence echo in her head. With everything theyâve had to deal with and nowâŚâŚ..
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 itâs 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 arenât regular stains but blood and gutsâŚ..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. Thereâs a child for goodness sake.
The blood covered ponchos seem to be working as the walkersâ attention remains on her. She stares into the pleading blue eyes of the stranger and although everything in her is saying she canât allow them inside as they could be a danger to her group, her heart canât bear to risk this childâs 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.
âCome on!â 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.
âDrop it,â she instructs him.
He looks at the gun as if heâs 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, âDad!â and goes onto his knees at his fatherâs side, his gun forgotten.
âIâŚ.weâŚ.ran out of water days ago and the little food we had he gave it all to me,â the boy explains in a shaky voice. âCan you help himâŚ..usâŚ..please?â He lifts the poncho and reveals a baby underneath.
The little one lifts sky blue eyes and lets out another wail. Michonneâs 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.
âWhatâs going on?â Glenn asks.
âWho are these people?â T-Dog wonders.
âA baby?â Maggie gasps.
Michonne swallows nervously. She was the one who said they couldnât trust anyone and they couldnât allow anyone else inside after the debacle with the prisoners they found left behind but surely theyâll understand she couldnât stand by and allow this man and his childâŚ.no children to die.
âCan you guys help me get them inside?â She asks.
They all exchange a look.
âIâll be responsible for them. Whatever happensâŚ.itâs on me,â Michonne states as she looks down at the unconscious stranger. She prays she hasnât made a mistake as she watches Glenn and T-Dog lift him.
Maggie gives a slight smile in the boyâs direction, amazed that a baby was actually born and survived in the world they live in now. âLetâs get you inside.â
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.
âIs my dad going to be ok?â He asks.
âWeâre going to help him. I promise,â she affirms. âWhatâs your name?â
âIâm Carl. This is Judith and my dadâs name is Rick. Rick Grimes.â
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