What Makes You Happy (RICHONNE)

Ch2: If we try

(Based on "Not tomorrow yet")

Michonne's P.O.V

I sat at the edge of the bed, just thinking about this mission we are about to embark on.
We are going to some unknown place, to kill some unknown people, under a guy name "Negan's" authority.

"We'll win." I whispered,  to myself.

Rick was downstairs with Jesus, talking out a map and a plan and Carl was in his room reading comics. I was the only one in here.
It was quiet for once.

That's until I heard a loud bang outside.
I ran to the window to see what was going on outside.

Abraham. He slammed the door to him and Rosita's house and stormed out. I wonder what was going on?

I ran downstairs, past Rick and the others, and outside to meet Abraham.

"Hey, what's going on?" I asked

"Me and the lady are done." he said

Abraham was a very weird man, but he was a great one too. I cared about him, he was one of us.

"Are you okay?"

With his bag on his back, he looked around ASZ like a 4th grader waiting for the bus, and spotted Sasha, loading the RV.

"I could be better." he said

Hm.. I wonder what's up between them?

"Well, help Sasha if you don't mind?" I asked, rather than demanded.

"I'll get right to it, Mrs.Grimes." he chuckled, but I didn't.

I punched him in the arm and turned to leave and as I walked back home, 'Mrs.Grimes' wouldn't leave my head and I couldn't help but smile at the fact.

I went back upstairs and back to our room,  to think long and hard, but I stopped by Carl's room on the way.

He was lying on the bed with his boots and hat on, he had a magazine on his chest and he looked to be sleeping.

I whispered his name a few times, "Carl, Carl. Carl!"

No answer.

I walked over to him and quietly took off his hat and grabbed his magazine and placed them on the dresser.
I kissed his forehead, like I did the night  we rushed him into Denise's house when he lost his eye.

I just stared at him sleep for a while, I was being such a creeper but Carl gave me hope and happiness above all things for some reason.
He was like... Andre..

I heard some footsteps at Carl's door,  and there he was.
In his cowboy boots, clutching his belt and looking at the both of us.

"Hey," he spoke

His deep southern accent gave me chills sometimes and I often had to thank god for his voice.

"Rick," I got up and walked over to him
"Do you think we will win?" I asked

"We will." He stared at me with a straight face until we kissed each other.

He kissed my lips, then my cheek, then my neck, and then I stopped him.
Because we were literally right outside of Carl's room.

He grabbed my hand and led me to our room and I rolled my eyes in a playful manner and followed him.

"You look good today." I said

He smiled at my compliment, which made me smile because he rarely smiles and when he does smile I can't  help but smile too... If that makes any sense?