The Apocalypse (TWD Fiction)

Flashback

        After knowing Carol killed Karen and Dave, Rick decided to leave Carol behind. To help Carol survive, he gave her a car and some supplies and off she goes.

       When the governor attacked the jail house, walkers sprung out of everywhere and attacked them. They went off separate ways to survive. Rick was with Carl. Beth and Daryl were left together. Maggie got separated from Glenn. Carol eventually found Tyreese and the kids. Maggie went with Sasha.

         Michonne eventually found Rick and Carl. And that's where this story starts.

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Rick's POV

"Dad. Someone's knocking!" Carl said and we both grabbed our guns. 

"On three. One. Two. Three." and we opened the door.

"Rick... Carl..." there stood Michonne, dirty and bloody. 

"Michonne!" Carl said and hugged her despite the dirt and smell. I was happy, too. Michonne was here. Since I still am badly hurt, I need someone who could protect my Carl. and Michonne is fit for that job.

"Damn, Michonne! You stink!" carl said happily. Michonne shoved him playfully and watched them play. 

This seems like a perfect happy family for me. Normal. Absolutely normal. I closed the door and gave Michonne a hug myself. 

"So how did you find us, Michonne?" I asked. She smiled at me. Damn those perfect white teeth. 

"You left trails on the dirt. Then I saw this." she held up a can of chocolate pudding. Carl reddened.

"'Twas me who ate that!" he said.

"I knew it. So then I followed the tracks and found this home." she said. "Hey. I gotta go clean up. Do you know where the towels are?" she asked me.

"I think they're up the bathroom. Here, I'll tour you." I offered. I struggled to stand up the couch. The bullet scratch did not heal yet and I was beat up pretty bad by that damn governor. 

A look of worry crossed Michonne's face. She immediately stopped me from standing up. Instead, she let me sit down. 

"I'm gonna go get some first-aid materials. Stay there, Rick." she said. "Where are those, Carl?"

Carl hurriedly accompanied her, all the time playing with her. After a moment, she was down on her knee, cleaning my wounds. This is so wrong. Why the fuck do I suddenly admire her. Yes. She's fierece, strong, manly even. But Lori. Lori, dead or not, is still my wife and I love her.

"Done!" she said and kissed my knee. "It'll be better in a day or so." she stood up. "I'm gonna clean now. Don't bother touring me around. I can manage." she said and walked upstairs. A few more seconds and I could already here water flowing from the shower. 

And I started drift off to sleep thinking how her body looks like without her clothes, without the filth.

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