MAKNAE [twd] *editing*

【37】

- 1 Year Later-

Upon seeing Michonne arriving, I jogged over just as she was entering the gates.

"Hairbo Gummy!" she smiles as she jumps off the horse.

"M&M!" I cheer, racing into her arms.

"You two are.. special," Rick chuckles as he makes his way over.

"Okay, Reeses," I quirk, pulling away from Michonne.

"Reeses?" Rick repeats.

"It works," Michonne defends.

"Does it?" Carl questions, "Besides, how come I don't have a name?"

"You don't deserve a name," I point at him.

"Oh, come on!" he complains.

"You know what you did," I glare, knocking my elbow to his side.

"What did you two do this time?" Rick asks, setting his hand on his hips.

"I didn't-

"He broke my new headphones," I cut Carl off.

"I didn't mean to!" Carl groans, throwing his head back.

"Well, here comes M&M to save the day," Michonne grins, reaching into her bag.

She holds her hand out, a box of batteries and new headphones in her grasp.

"This is why you are my favorite person to exist in the history of the world and I love you. Thank you so much," I sigh happily, hugging the gifts to my chest.

"And I also hit the jackpot, but I'm not so sure you deserve it after hearing that," Michonne taps her finger to her chin, her other hand resting in her bag.

"No, please. Don't take her side again. Not after the card game last week," Carl pleads, holding his hands out.

"We won fair and square," I scoff.

"You cheated and you know it," Carl swears.

Michonne laughs, she and Rick trading a look before she shrugs, "Well, I guess since you've been working so hard on the crops.."

Pulling out a new stack of comics, Carl excitedly takes them in his hold, "Awesome! Thank you!"

"And I found this.." Michonne adds, pulling out a razor that she holds out to Rick, "Your face is losing the war."

"Mines cooler," Carl whispers.

"Touch this one and lose a limb," I threaten.

"I'd love to see you try."

"Can you two be nice for once?" Michonne asks, turning her attention away from Rick.

"He started it," I shrug.

"I didn't," Carl defends.

The faint sound of Daryl's bike grows close until he's beside us.

"Hey, Babe Ruth- your brother's in the truck you should see him before we head out," Daryl calls.

"Thank you Katniss," I pat his shoulder as I walk by.

"Seriously? Even he gets a nickname?" Carl calls out.

Glenn rolls the window down just as I make it there, a smile growing on his face.

"You're leaving now?" I ask, glancing between him and Taeyang who was in the passenger seat- Zack placed in the back on his own.

"We are," Glenn nods.

"I've gotta find that thing," Taeyang reminds with a grin.

"Modern Times. The one with Gl-"