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TW// death
Michonne tells Enid that your last moments were dedicated to her.
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{Gender-Neutral}
Enid roughly places her head in her hands, her mind only focused on one thing; you. Or, rather, the absence of you.
Michonne had arrived at Hilltop, carrying the terrible news of your death on her shoulders. She didn't even need to open her mouth once she made eye contact with Enid: the young girl just knew. And she cried. She sobbed her eyes out on the sandy ground.
Now, many minutes later, she's sitting within the Barrington house - the main house in the center of Hilltop - trying her hardest to conceal her tears. Images of your smile and memories of your laugh continue to plague her mind, and while they usually bring her comfort and serotonin, she's only accompanied by the cold-hearted feeling of your death wrapped around her like a constricting vine.
Once the front doors open, she's brought out of her deafening thoughts. Michonne cautiously walks closer to her, mindful of how she's feeling. She opens her mouth to offer her condolences, but Enid abruptly cuts her off by raising her hand into the air. The youthful teen then stands and steps in front of the mature woman, purposefully coming face to face with her.
"I want to know what happened."
Michonne's eyes vaguely widen once she interprets what she meant. "Enid, I don't think-" Once again, she gets interrupted. "I have to."
The dark-skinned woman briskly inhales before reluctantly nodding.
"Y/N, stay with the group."
You turn your head at Michonne's commanding tone, quickly realising that you've trailed away from her. You apologize and return to the group, staying on the outskirts. You continue walking forward, blocking out the quiet conversations going on around you, while your mind drifts, mainly staying on a certain, beautiful brunette. On her smile, her laugh, her humor - everything.
It's been about a week since you've seen Enid. You both made the tough decision that it'd be smarter for you to stay and help at Alexandria while she does the same at Hilltop. You visit her as often as you can, but with everything that's been going on with the Saviors, you've been very busy.
Rosita ended up finding a small camp full of them while she was on an expedition with Gabriel. They were quick to inform Rick and Michonne. Rick stayed at Alexandria - in case they were ambushed - and Michonne handpicked skilled people to join her in defeating the small group of enemies. Those people consist of: you, Daryl, Rosita, Carl, and a few others.
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𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 || twd imagines
Fanfic───── the one where you were born into the walking dead universe ( y/n | fluff & angst )