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‘ wait ‘ (to Michonne from Shane)

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Eight days. Eight fucking days had passed since the morning Shane woke up and wasn't able to find Michonne anywhere, and he was seemingly the only one that gave a shit about her sudden disappearance. "She does that sometimes." he'd lost count of how many people told him that when he went around asking if she'd given anyone any clue of where she could have gone after the first day of no news. Now here he was, telling the same bullshit to himself in an attempt to make himself believe it. "She'll come back when she wants to."

Apparently, it took eight entire days for Michonne to want to come back, and when she did, she acted like nothing happened.

Michonne came back with a deer drapped over her shoulder, leaving it at the kitchen for it to be skinned and its meat divided among the Alexandrians. After that, she went to the infirmary, handing some supplies to Siddiq, then to the armory, leaving the gun she'd taken with her, in the way, she talked to people, and nobody even questioned her over a week long absence.

It made Shane feel stupid for following her around the entire time trying to stop her to talk. Especially when she was clearly ignoring the subject on purpose.

Desperate times required desperate measures, and so he did the one thing that he'd learned not to do back when he'd met her. He reached out and grabbed her arm. Shane braved himself as Michonne's full body tensed and she wiped around, dark brown eyes staring at him like a cornered animal about to attack.

"Michonne," he started. Maybe that death glare intimidated people, but not him, never him. "Where the hell were you?"

"Out," Michonne responded as soon as he finished the question, pulling her arm from his grasp with ease only because he let her. She turned and started walking again.

"You were out for over a week."

"Huh..."

Huh?! Did she not realize how long she'd been gone for?! Shane followed her, picking speed to stand in front of her and block her way, forcing Michonne to stop because he stubbornly continued to step in her way when she tried to walk around him.

"Why did you leave?"

Michonne's glare softened, but her gaze remained as intense as it always was when Shane found her staring at him, and as usual, it lacked any answers. He'd never quite figured out how to fully read her– unlike most people, he could tell she had things on her mind, but not what.

"If I wanted to talk about it," Michonne started with a matter-of-fact tone. "I would have stayed." she avoided eye contact as she walked around him. "I caught a deer, that's what matters."

Shane followed her with his eyes, bewilderment and anger coiling in his gut as turned when she got too far behind him and watched her disappear inside the house they shared.

Like everyone, he'd have to learn what it meant to care about Michonne.

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“  why is there blood on your knife?  ” (Michonne from Shane)

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As the seasons changed, Shane's health decreased. He was lucky to have run into Michonne, hell knows what would have happened if she hadn't found him– or well, he knows, he would have turned into a walker happy meal and would probably be walking around, rotting like so many others. But she hasn't allowed him to die, and she kept not allowing his life to end, not by walkers, and not by whatever it was that left him shaking like a leaf and sometimes even unable to walk without his legs giving up on him.

Despite knowing it was for his own good, Shane hated having to stay in their current hideout while Michonne went out and did... whatever it was that she did when she left. Shane knew that she went out to find supplies, but sometimes, like today, she came back from looking for supplies only to leave again, giving no explanation and just telling him to stay right there.

He was about to go out and find her, weak legs and tremors be damned, when she walked in and closed the door behind herself, backpack seemingly full and knife drilling blood on the wooden floor. Shane couldn't remember any occasions where she'd used that knife, it was always the katana, and she always kept it relatively clean. Curiosity nagged at him as he watched her wander over to the table.

"Why's there blood on your knife?" he asked.

Michonne paused, looking over her shoulder at Shane and seeming to study him for a moment.

"A bobcat," she answered, grunting with relief as she finally got the bag off her back and dropped it on the table with a heavy thud.

"You got attacked by a bobcat? Damn," Shane huffed out, equally impressed and concerned. He pushed himself to sit and studied her, trying to spot any injuries that the animal might have caused. When he didn't find any, he craned his neck to try and see what she was doing. "What do you have in there?"

"A bobcat."

Shane's frown deepened then, she couldn't have... could she? He'd seen her slice through walkers effortlessly, but walkers were slow and mindless, a bobcat was a wild animal: fast, unpredictable, and dangerous if it felt threatened. A lot like Michonne, now that he thought about it.

Standing up and ignoring the way his knees ached from having spent most of the day lying down, Shane moved over to find that she was indeed carrying a bobcat in there. It was twice the size of a cat, and it looked like it'd been killed swiftly, as it was bleeding all over the table and Michonne's bag from a stab wound on its back. Shane looked at the animal, then his wide eyed stare travelled to Michonne.

"We need meat," Michonne said, expecting his questioning. "It will help you get better faster."

That wasn't what he was wondering, but figuring out thought process that led to Michonne thinking it was a good idea to attack a wild animal would wait. Shane tilted his head, a smirk pulling at his lips as he leaned with one hand on the table.

"So, you caught me dinner?" he teased, brow arching. "I'm flattered."

He tensed when the very tip of Michonne's knife abruptly met the table, but there was a ghost of a smirk on her face, and he'd just barely caught her looking his way through the corner of her eye. Fast and unpredictable, that's exactly what she was, and Shane was beginning to find that he liked it.

"Since you're feeling better, and you've been complaining about not doing anything for days–" she started, pulling a chair out for him, and another one for herself. "–you can skin it."

His expression fell. "Wait, what? No." Shane shook his head. "I've never done this."

"Me neither," Michonne retorted, sitting and resting her chin against the heel of her hand, motioning to the knife and watching him, her eyes seeming to bore into him. She had a way of making people feel like a small animal being studied. "It will be educational for both of us."

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"shit,  i think i pulled my stitches.  ” (Michonne from Rick)

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Michonne didn't think she'd ever forgive Rick for the blood freezing horror he made her feel when he'd done the most heroic, most stupid thing imaginable —even for Rick Grimes himself— and blown up the bridge while he was on it to prevent the herd from crossing. Thankfully, Daryl'd found him, injured and unconscious; barely clinging to life, but alive.

That'd been two weeks ago. Now, Michonne lied beside him, Rick's hand resting on her belly and rubbing circles around her belly button; she watched him stare at it, as if entranced by the motions of his own hand, or lost in thought.

"Hey," she spoke, pressing her mouth against Rick's as he was looking up, smiling against his lips as he hummed contently. "What's on your mind?" she whispered.

"You, always," Rick said without a moment of hesitation. "And the baby. I want them to be healthy."

"Don't scare me like that again and they'll be just fine," Michonne assured, tensing and laughing as Rick's fingers pressed onto her side, tickling her. "Stop that."

Rick kissed her, reveling in the way her laugh vibrated into their kiss as he made Michonne lie back and shifted a bit too fast to be over her. He tensed and winced, bracing himself on shaky arms and making Michonne frown.

"Shit," Rick breathed, wincing more because he knew he was going to ruin the mood than due to the pain. "I think I pulled my stitches."

Brows furrowing, Michonne placed her hands on his shoulders and made him lie down, lifting his T-shirt to find that, indeed, a thin trail of blood was making its way down his abdomen from the very corner of his previously stitched up injury. Michonne moved to stand.

"I'll get Siddiq–"

"Wait." Rick's hand wrapped loosely around her wrist. "There's no need, you can do it yourself."

"I'm no doctor," Michonne retorted.

"Neither am I." Rick smiled up at her. "When has that stopped us from patching each other up?"

Never, that was the answer. But Michonne wasn't going to say it out loud because if she did, she feared he'd become his usual reckless self and pulling his stitches would become a regular occurrence. Instead, she went to the bathroom, getting the medkit and returning to their shared bedroom to sit on Rick's side of the bed, getting everything she needed.

"Don't expect any numbing gel," Michonne huffed.

"Good thing you went to law school," Rick chuckled. "You'd have made a terrible doctor."

Michonne shot him a narrow-eyed look before she turned her attention back to threading the needle, a playful grin pulling at her lips. "Don't expect any mercy either."

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Michonne - C   :   CHOCOLATE.   does your muse like chocolate? which one is their favourite? I    :   I LOVE YOU.   does your muse find ‘i love you’ easy or hard to say? J   :   JEALOUSY.   does your muse get jealous in a relationship? N   :   NAUGHTY.   what is your muse like in bed R   :   ROMANCE.   is your muse a romantic or a cynic?

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C   :   CHOCOLATE.   does your muse like chocolate? which one is their favourite?

Michonne does like chocolate! Her favorite kind is any and all with strawberry cream filling.

I    :   I LOVE YOU.   does your muse find ‘i love you’ easy or hard to say?

Michonne finds it hard to say I love you. She's lost too many loved ones and has reached a point where survivor guilt has made her wonder if it's her fault, if by living people she's dooming them to end up like those she loved before did. So she keeps people at a comfortable distance for as long as she can, but she's been trying and getting better and making sure people know she loves them. Because losing someone without telling them is worse than telling them and losing them after.

J   :   JEALOUSY.   does your muse get jealous in a relationship?

Michonne struggles with relationships, especially romantic ones, and she's insecure about it enough that she will get jealous if she sees someone flirting with her partner. If it happens, she will remove herself from the situation and, if she can do so fast enough as to get away with it without causing an scene, take her partner with her.

N   :   NAUGHTY.   what is your muse like in bed

Michonne is a very giving person when it comes to sexual matters. She likes going down on her partners, and keeping them on their toes by being unpredictable about when and where she decides it's time for a quickie.

R   :   ROMANCE.   is your muse a romantic or a cynic?

Somewhere in between but tilting slightly more towards cynic the earlier in the apocalypse we're talking about. She believes in love but also believes due to past experience that those she loves can do things with little care about her feelings or how their actions could and will affect her, even as far as what she considers to be betrayal (like what she considers Mike to have done when he knowingly left their child unsupervised, and later Andrea when she chose to believe in the Governor over Michonne).

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🌻- Michonne & Rick.

Send 🌻 for five AUs involving our muses

No Apocalypse AU where Carl and Michonne's girls go to the same school, and Carl and Elodie become such good friends that Rick and Michonne start seeing a lot of each other.

AU where Michonne finds Sophia after she gets lost in the woods and takes her back to the group, either before or after the farm burns; joining them.

AU where Michonne managed to save Andre and is travelling with him when she reaches the prison.

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(from betaofthedead) “wait.” for michonne.

Send me ‘ wait ‘ for my muse’s reaction to yours grabbing their arm to keep them from leaving

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Neither of them cared much about keeping track of time, so all Michonne could say for certain was that it'd been a while since they'd left the building she'd found him holed up in and began travelling without any real destination in mind. They wandered, but they were content with that; they had each other and they made sure to watch the other's back to ensure that neither of them ended up alone again, it was their unspoken agreement: neither of them wanted to be alone. That was enough for them.

But fate didn't seem to care much about what they thought was enough for them.

They'd been searching a building for anything worth scavenging when they'd heard it: rushed footsteps, so quick it didn't give them time to hide, only to get in a defensive stance, bracing themselves for what might round the corner. It was a woman, dirty and with a frantic look in her eyes even as her gaze focused on them. She gave a step back at the sight of Beta, then have three forward at the sight of Michonne. Michonne held her sword pointing at the woman, ready to thrust it forward if needed.

"Stay right there," Michonne warned.

"You have to help us," the woman begged, tears leaving lighter trails on her dirty face. "My son, his leg's hurt. He's not bit, he's just hurt! Please."

Michonne stared at her with narrowed eyes for a moment, searching for any sign of dishonesty in her expression. All she found was a mother's pure, unmistakable fear for the safety of her child; it was a feeling she knew all too well. She let out a deep sigh.

"Lead us to him," she conceded.

The woman turned to make her way back the way she came, and Michonne moved to follow her. Beta's hand resting firmly on her shoulder stopped her; Michonne turned her head, shaking her shoulder to get him to let go and, though reluctantly, he did, letting out a noise of discontent at the situation.

"If she's lying, we kill her," Michonne said, knowing what his reluctance was about. "But if she's not, then there's a boy that needs help."

Beta was quiet for a moment, glaring the way the stranger'd disappeared before his gaze met Michonne's again and he let out a growl that by now Michonne knew how to tell was one of agreement. He stepped forward, limbering ahead with one hand firmly wrapped around the handle of his knife in case the worst case scenario was the outcome of this.

When they made it to the room the woman's voice could be heard from, reassuring someone else that help was on the way, they found a boy that couldn't be older than sixteen sitting on the floor, his leg hastily wrapped with cloth that didn't manage to cover an exposed fracture.

So the woman wasn't lying. They'd help them and then continue their own way– or at least that was the plan, but another thing fate didn't care about was the plans they made.

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Michonne - Rick adores that Michonne cares so much about her teeth and breath being minty fresh so he's always on the lookout for toothpaste or breathmints just so he can see that smile of hers.

What’s the one thing your muse adores about mine?

Awww he's a sweetheart. He's definitely gonna earn many smiles for being so sweet, and also a lot of mint flavored kisses.

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Michonne - [ 👓 ] does your muse tend to judge others, or are they more open-minded? [ ⏰ ] does your muse tend to cling to the past, dream about the future, or look to the present? [ 🔒 ] what are your muse’s most negative traits? how do these traits influence their lives? (ex. if a muse is aggressive, they may have trouble forming lasting friendships.)

send in a symbol i’ll answer the corresponding question about my muse!

[ 👓 ] does your muse tend to judge others, or are they more open-minded?

Michonne will judge people but, usually, doesn't do it about small stuff. She'll judge them for their decisions involving survival if she believes them to be reckless or stupid, but it will be quiet judgement unless it's somebody who's safety she cares about.

[ ⏰ ] does your muse tend to cling to the past, dream about the future, or look to the present?

Most of her past is painful now that she's lost her loved ones, so Michonne tends to focus mostly on the present, but she also dreams of the future when it comes to hoping for better things for her children. But she's more focused on making a better future for them a reality than on dreaming about it.

[ 🔒 ] what are your muse’s most negative traits? how do these traits influence their lives? (ex. if a muse is aggressive, they may have trouble forming lasting friendships.)

Michonne's biggest negative trait is that she can be very emotionally distant, especially with other adults. It has influenced her life considerably, and is the main reason why her first marriage didn't work out; she's trying to get better but there's still a lot she has to work on, it hasn't gotten easier after so much loss.