𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐈𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐈𝐭 𝐅𝐨𝐫// 𝐓𝐖𝐃

S3: A Matter Of When

⚠️ TW: Mentions of SA ⚠️

(Naomie)

"What's your name?" I ask, crouching past a bush. We've made it outside of the towns walls, and now we're looking for the group. The women hasn't spoken anything else but her hand has remained in mine. "Did you see me get taken at the store?"

"Yes." She mumbles quietly. She turns her head, scanning in front of us for anyone else.

"Thank you." I smile at her, squeezing her hand tighter.

She stops moving, and she finally looks down to me. Her sword rests on her back. She crouches to be more on my level. She's so pretty, and on-top of her just saving my life, I can't help but smile. "Michonne."

My head tilts to the side. "That's really pretty."

"Naomie is a beautiful name too." She returns the smile. She stands back up and leads us against the side of a broken down train. "Did he hurt you?"

"Not physically." I shrug. I'm definitely terrified a little still though.

I never want to leave Daryl's sight ever again.

"I will kill him. For the both of us."

I stop quickly, yanking Michonne's arm to get her to stop as well. My eyes start to water without warning. "Do you know if my friends got our too? Maggie and Glenn? Did he kill them?"

I haven't had a second to actually take in the fact that I might never see them again. I was so worried about getting out the thought of them being dead didn't hit. And now my stomach is starting to sink. I need them to be okay.

"No." She sighs, her eyes dropping at the sight of my tears. "Your group got your friends. They are safe. Hurt...but alive."

Something in my chest cracks when she says that. It should feel like relief, but it feels more like a sharp pain all the way down to my feet. My throat clogs as tears start to run down my cheeks uncontrollably.

This entire time I've kept it some what together. Now that we're all okay, I'm crying. How's that make any sense?

"Hey. Hey." She coos pulling me into her. My face falls into her neck and my knees go weak from under me.

"I don't know w-why I'm crying... I'm happy we're okay." I sniffle against her.

"Your body's catching up to everything that happened. It's okay." She rubs my back, sort of how Pop used to when I cried. "Everything's okay now, baby."

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Michonne took the front and climbed under the train first. I have to wait for her signal until I can follow behind her. I watch with my head to the ground as she gets to the other side, and then multiple other feet walk towards her. My entire body stiffens in nerves until I realize who's voice I'm actually hearing.

"Where the hell have you been? Put your hands up." He says, and I just know he's probably pointing a gun to her head.

Michonne doesn't say anything but she lets out a whistle that is just loud enough for me to hear, but to anyone else would just sound like a bird.

"Turn around. Turn around." Rick barks at her.

I quickly crawl underneath the train, careful not to hit my head at the top. I've swatted away a good twenty cob webs out of my face by the time I get to the other side. When I finally step from underneath none of them have noticed me yet.

Sometimes I forget the rest of the group can't pick up on sounds the same as Daryl and I. They weren't trained for hours to tell the difference between a walker stepping on a stick or a human, or even if it's a bird in the tree or a squirrel.