Honey Eyes
Chapter 1
TWD Story - Michonne x OC
Summary: After the group runs into a hygiene problem, they also run into an injured survivor, who seems to have a few secrets lying in her past.
TW: Mentions of blood
I told ya'll I was Inconsistent, but hopefull this partially makes up for it :)
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36 days. Today was the 36th day I had spent alone, surviving in this rundown world. No food, no water, no…no one to keep me company or at least sane as the days passed. At the moment, my stomach Dios mio, my stomach, it feels as if it’s consuming itself slowly, and it brought me a great deal of anguish with every second that passed by. I could barely walk straight. The sun shining through the trees blinded me as I pressed forward with the little strength I had. My small frame and stature made it harder on days like this. I couldn’t fight as it was, and right now, if a corpse were to attack me in the state I was in. I wouldn’t live to see another day. Even now, I have no idea if I will see the light of tomorrow with how weak I am. I need food. Now.
Luck didn’t come easy these days, and with what has happened to me i’d have to say I was one of the unluckiest motherfuckers left on this earth, but as I took another staggered step a light consumed my vision It felt like a damn miracle to me. I took my hand and covered the shine to focus on what it was coming from, thinking maybe a can or a wrapper from a granola bar was being hit by the sun, but to my surprise, the blinding light was from a car’s side view mirror. And as my vision continued to focus on the car, I continued to look further, only to find what could be my last chance at survival. A store.
For the first time since I’ve been alone, I smiled.
I slowly walked towards the store. I imagined all the things that could be inside. All the food, the water, a place to rest…that’s all I wanted. Some form of peace or escape from the pain I have been in.
Much to my disappointment, life always had to put obstacles in my way and make things harder than they had to be.
As I began to reach the car that had pointed me in the right direction, I heard it, those damned groans from hell. The gargling of decaying blood stuck down one’s throat. The air that created those sounds reeked of death. A corpse was coming after me, and I had no way to stop it. No weapon. No strength. All that I was left with was a means of escape. A direction in which to run.
So, I ran. I ran to the door of the store. I was panicking, adrenaline was keeping me moving, and every step left me dizzy and weaker by the second, but it was all for nothing because as I was merely a few feet away from the door, my foot slipped on the edge of the sidewalk. Not expecting the sudden loss in stability, I landed face-first on the pavement below me.
There were only a few seconds to process the stinging pain I felt on the left side of my face before I had to roll over and face death itself. Its rotting face came falling on top of me. Teeth, ragged and wretched, trying to take a chomp at my face. I stopped the act by harshly attempting to shove it away, but it was no use; I had no fight left in me.
Then, to make matters worse, because, of course, how could it not get worse, there was a sharp and searing pain at my side. The corpse had a knife hanging from his belt, and it had stabbed the right side of my body. Panicking wasn’t a good way to describe how I felt; I was terrified. Terrified that the same thing that happened to her would happen to me.
I tried not to scream, I couldn’t deal with any more of these things. I reached down, being careful not to let the thing bite me, and I pulled the night out of its belt. It sliced through me again, but I was able to bring it underneath its head.
I aimed up at the jaw. And stabbed all the way through, rendering it motionless. The corpse dropped its body weight on top of me, and I lay there with my hands still clutched around the handle of the blade.
I took a moment to breathe and stared up at the sky. If I wasn’t tired before this, which I was, getting up and moving around was going to be horrible after this.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath in, groaning as I shoved the corpse off of me. I tumbled as I got up, unable to ignore the pain I felt at my side. And once I was on my feet again, I lifted my shirt, revealing just what I had expected: two large lacerations to my side that were covered in heaps of blood, which spread down my torso.
Puta madre.
As if starving wasn’t already a petrifying way to die, let’s add bleeding out to the list. I sighed and put my shirt back down before leaning down to grab the knife from the corpse’s head, whimpering with every move I made.
I took a minute to look at the knife and cleaned it with a bandana I had in my back pocket before slowly taking my leave and heading to my first target. The store’s entrance. Thankfully, it was open, and I stepped inside. I limped so I could ease the pressure on my side, and as I walked further into the store, I realized…this was a hardware store.
I huffed. Exhausted, but I headed to the storage room I saw in the back. The store didn’t seem to have corpses inside, or at least that’s what it sounded like. At this point, I didn’t care. I limped to the entrance and opened the red door in front of me. Inside, there were rags that I used to press against the wound. The fact that I wasn’t out cold on the floor was incredible. I wrapped the rags with duct tape and continued to look around the store for food.
Behind counters, in the lunch room, even in the bathroom, but there was nothing. No food. No water. Nothing.
My eyes began to burn, and tears began to stream down my face. I wiped them. Shaking my head slowly, I backed up to a wall and began to sob softly.
“No. No… I can’t die like this.”
I gripped my side in pain. The sobbing made the wounds ache more. I pushed myself off the wall, holding back the remaining sobs that threatened to leave my throat. I slowly walked into the storage closet again, closing the door behind me. I leaned on the wall to my right, letting my back slide down until my hands felt the cold of the floor tiles.
The room was dark, but it was safe. I will just take a nap. Then I’ll keep going.
I repeated that to myself, but I knew I wasn’t taking a nap because I wanted to. I just couldn’t do it anymore. I needed to rest. I know I could die. Hell, I probably will, but I need to rest.
I passed out, but I was peaceful. For a few minutes. It didn’t take long for the memories to seep through.
They started as soft recollections of laughter and shared comfort. Whispered promises and an undying love. It was warm and filled with love.
That was until the screams started.
After that, everything felt cold, and it was dark. It was that night.
In the darkness, a hand took hold of my shirt. My eyes shot open. A gasp escaped my throat as if I had been brought back to life. If it wasn’t for my coughing, I would have heard the shuffling around me, but the voice of a man is what got me to focus. I looked up at him, my mind hazy, but I could see the crossbow he was pointing at me.
I mustered out weakly. “What?” It took me a second to gain control of my senses again, and when I did, I finally noticed the girl who was with him.
“I said, what’s yer’ name, girl?” His voice was gruff and deep, but man, was he dirty. I made a face when he got close, but I didn’t wanna be disrespectful, so I disguised it as a wave of pain. I was in pain after all.
“Valentina…and as much as I want to go through a… formal introduction…Can I get some food?” Yeah, maybe it was rude because they are my only chance of survival, but I’m dying here, so I think I get to be rude.
The dirty man looked at the girl next to him, and she nodded, seeming to have understood the unspoken words the other had said. She slid the straps of her backpack off her shoulders and took a granola bar from the side pocket, handing it to the man and taking out a bottle of water.
“Here.” The man gave me the granola bar, and I took it without hesitation. If I weren’t so weak, that granola bar would’ve been gone in seconds, but instead I took slow bites. Savoured the taste in my mouth before the girl handed me the water bottle she had been holding. I spared her a look before I grabbed the bottle, thanking her quietly as I did.
“What happened to you?” I stopped chewing and looked up from where the bottle was in my hand. I made eye contact with her and swallowed the food in my mouth.
I sighed, and I told them everything that had happened today before they found me. I watched her expression as I finished talking, and it turned into one of sympathy, but his face was more stern. It was as if he needed something more from me.
“How many Walkers have you killed?”
Walkers? What is that? Is he talking about the corpses?
“You mean the corpses? I don’t know, stopped counting after twenty.” I responded honestly, recalling my last encounter with one of those things and pressing against my wounds.
“How many people have you killed?”
I froze. I knew what the answer was, and yet it felt as if I said it out loud…then…it meant she was gone.
I didn’t know why I was answering their questions anyway. They could kill me for all I know, but of course, I answered anyway.
“Three.” I avoided any eye contact and let a painful tear leave my eye.
“Why?”
Why? Why had I done it? Or why them? Just…why?
“...I couldn’t save them.” My voice was getting shaky, and my throat was dry. I drank a sip of the water, but it barely helped. I cleared my throat with a quiet cough, and I gained the courage to look them in the eyes again. “Are you done with your questions?”
He stares at me for a few seconds and nods. Both to me and the girl. “Yeah…let’s get ya’ outta’ here.” Without arguing, I let them both lift me by the arms, and they were careful not to affect my injured right side. As they walked me out, I could feel my head start to pound again; that wasn’t good.
“What…what are your names?” I smirked to myself because, in a way, I found it funny how I was asking them now, even though I was still on the brink of death.
“Sasha,” The girl answered as she opened the door to the store and pushed it open for me and the man. “And that’s Daryl,” Sasha answered for him. Yeah, he doesn’t seem like much of a talker.
As I felt the sun hit my face, I was blinded, but I could see the blur that was the car they were putting me into. The seats were soft, and for a moment, they distracted me from my pain, and I closed my eyes. I heard the door close and their muffled voices outside, I didn’t care, I just wanted to rest, and to get these damned cuts on my side fixed up.
The door to the store opened and closed again, and so did the front seat doors.
“Daryl went in for some things. We’ll get you patched up when he gets back.” Sasha spoke to me from where she sat; she let concern seep into her words, but I could still hear how cautious she was with what she said. I simply nodded, not opening my eyes, slowly losing consciousness.
I woke up to the sound of the engine starting, but from then on, I was in and out of it.
I was still in throbbing pain, but I couldn’t explain why seeing the trees as we sped by them made me feel at ease. And as we slowed to a stop, all I could see was a tower, tall and worn down. After that, I passed out for good. Hoping and praying these people could save me.
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As the car came into view at the prison, both Carl and Rick went into action, pulling open the red gate that kept the entrance clear and then opening the main fence.
The car pulled in, and Rick walked up to the driver’s window. He smiled at Daryl before quickly picking up on the expressions both of his friends sent his way. That was when he looked in the back seat to find a girl passed out and bleeding from her side. He turned to Daryl and Sasha, sparing glances at the girl.
“Who is she?” He asked sternly, his demeanor changing from one of comfort from seeing his friends alive, to one of caution from seeing a potential threat. Even if the girl was bleeding out and unconscious.
“Trust me. I’ll explain everything inside.” Rick was still guarded, but he trusted his brother, so he nodded and let him through. Daryl nodded back and drove to the courtyard, where Beth let him in through the next gate.
Rick watched the car as he followed behind it, calling Carl over and letting him know that they needed to get Hershel out to the courtyard. Carl, like any normal kid, questioned why, but he was only met with a short explanation and a pat on the back to get him to hurry.
The others from the group came out on their own when Carl made it inside the prison to tell Hershel there was a girl who needed his help. Herschel told Carl to tell the others to bring the girl into a cell and that he would be waiting there for her.
Daryl did just that. He got the girl carrying her quickly inside, bridal style, many of the others watched, asking Sasha questions about who she was and what had happened to her, but none of them were answered because she too followed Daryl.
Inside, Daryl had set her down on the bottom bunk of one of the cells, letting Hershel know what her injuries were and how malnourished she was, although that much was obvious. Herschel worked quickly to remove the bloody rags, and he cut through the shirt she wore to get to the continuously bleeding cuts. He called Carol in to help and sent out Maggie for supplies to suture the wounds. This task on its own took a couple of hours. Hershel determined the cuts weren’t deep, but they were long, and that’s what took time to cover. Not to mention that the girl had several remaining injuries in different areas of her body, no bites, but several cuts that could get infected.
Once everything was done, Rick cuffed her to the bed. He could see she wasn’t a threat, and judging from what Daryl told him about her, she was alone, but it was better to be safe than sorry.
By now it was night, people slowly went to sleep as the minutes went by, leaving only Hershel, Rick, Daryl, and Michonne by the cell. Hershel turned in pretty soon, Rick and Daryl talked to Michonne about what happened to the girl, and Daryl offered to stay up and watch her just in case.
“No. You’ve been out there all day, you should get some rest…Michonne?” She had been looking at the cell where the girl was, and she turned to look at Rick, her locs following the movement, after hearing her name. “Do you mind?”
She nodded, and her posture stiffened as she looked at the cell again. She felt a sense of unease when it came to this new arrival, but she agreed to look after her because of that feeling. “Yeah, get some rest.” Michonne spared them a glance before slowly walking to the cell. “I got this, “ she breathed out, more to herself than anyone else.
Walking in and sitting down on the stool next to the bunk beds, she set her katana down next to her feet, within range. She sighed, pushing to the side the locs that fell towards her face as she leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees, fingers intertwined as she analyzed the sleeping figure lying in front of her. She could tell the girl had been through a lot; her weak figure told her everything she needed to know, but not everything she wanted to know. Like, why the hell was she out there for so long, all alone, and what had happened for her to end up that way?
There was something about this girl that put her on edge; something was missing, some big secret. She wanted to know, and that want was beginning to feel like a need, but she wasn’t impatient, and she knew she’d have to wait till the girl woke up to get her answers, so she would wait. That did not ease the feeling of apprehensiveness she felt; it only made her more curious, more inquisitive.
They hadn’t run into anyone new since people of Woodbury had moved into the prison, oh, and Bob, nonetheless, Bob had more strength and ability than this girl, so it was a wonder how she had lasted longer than he had out there alone.
Michonne’s eyes scanned the girl head to toe; she was smaller than Michonne. Not by much, but she was. Weak, but not fragile. Slender, but not thin. If she thought about it long enough, Michonne could think of ways she could’ve survived this long, but her thoughts were cut short.
Michonne watched as the girl began to twitch. She raised an eyebrow, confused as to what could be happening, then the girl began to groan. Not in pain, not in physical pain anyway, then she noticed the shiny sheen of sweat that began to cover her body. Followed by whimpers and soft sobs. Michonne got up from her stool and held her body down, careful not to touch any of the wounds, but with enough pressure to keep the girl from hurting herself.
“Hey. Wake up.” Michonne put a hand on the girl’s cheek, grabbing her face and shaking it slightly, but the girl wouldn’t wake up. It was clear she was having a nightmare because she wasn’t convulsing as if it were a seizure, but it took a minute for Michonne to wake her up.
When she did, the girl’s eyes shot open and she shot up, gasping for air, as if she were drowning. Coughing as she gripped onto the bed sheet under her.
Michonne helped her back down onto the bed once she calmed down, and they simply stayed where they were in silence for a few minutes, but the girl eventually looked over at Michonne. Michonne did the same, and they maintained eye contact. Both cautious of each other, one more than the other.
However, Michonne kept her guard up and decided that if the girl was awake, then she would get those questions of hers answered. So, she opened her mouth and with unwavering confidence asked her first question.
“Who are you?”
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Yeah, so I wrote A LOT, but hey let me know how ya'll liked it. And i'll update when I can. Byeeeeee<3