It was about 10 in the morning and Michonne's phone was ringing for what felt like forever. "Oh my god…." she muttered to herself. She could feel her head banging and she was still in her dress from last night and now her phone wouldn't stop ringing. She reached for her phone with her eyes still closed, slightly opening her eyes to answer it. "My god, what is it?" She asked.
"So you are alive!" Said Sasha on the other end, cheerfully. While Sasha was the one who always threw parties she was rarely the one to get hangovers as she was often too busy making sure everyone else was having a good time and getting their fill of the alcohol.
"Oh my god Sasha, why are you doing this to me?" Asked Michonne her hand now covering her forehead with her thumb and index finger massaging her temple.
Sasha laughed a bit at her friend, "Look, Maggie and I are gonna come over and make some breakfast and soothe your hangover alright? We have some things to talk about…"
"Like…? Things that can't wait till tomorrow? How do you never manage to have a hangover?" Asked Michonne.
"Likeeee, you. And Rick. That little dance last night. You don't think we noticed? We have things to discuss! Now I know you are still in that dress so go change and shower and we will be over in about, 30 minutes or so." It was custom for a drunk Michonne to often go to sleep in whatever she was wearing that night, her makeup still on so Sasha knew she was right in her guess.
Michonne sighed, she wasn't aware that people were watching her and Rick dance but she should have expected nothing less especially from Sasha. "Is there no talking you out of this?"
"Now, you should know me better than that 'Chonne. See you in a bit!"
Michonne let out a groan as she hung up with Sasha. She forced herself to open her eyes and sit up, her headache seeming to grow as soon as she opened her eyes. She paused for a moment before getting up, remembering the memory of her dance with Rick last night. She smiled to herself as she began to get up to go to her bathroom. It was a good night she thought, as she entered her bathroom and turned the shower on.
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45 minutes later
After a long shower that seemed to shake off a bit of her hangover Michonne had changed out of her dress from last night into a soft pink, short sleeve maxi dress her feet bare and hair up in a messy bun as she walked around her home. She was in the living room, cleaning a bit, when she heard her doorbell ring. She walked over and answered the door giving her friends a small smile.
"Look at you! Getting all dressed! We weren't sure what you had here so we brought things." Said Sasha with Maggie on her side as they both raised the grocery bags they held.
"Hey 'Chonne" said Maggie, smiling as she and Sasha entered Michonne's home, walking towards the kitchen as they already knew the way.
"How are our boys?" Michonne asked, referring to Glenn and Daryl as they began to take food out of the grocery bags.
"Glenn spent all night drunkenly tellin' me all about the struggles of baby poop. I don't know how happy he was that I was comin' over here today." Said Maggie as she playfully rolled her eyes.
"I told Daryl to go over there and help him out," Sasha paused and then continued, "...I think I might be pregnant." She said with a smile.
