Can It Be? (Carl Grimes love story)

Everyone, Meet My Daughter, Willow

WILLOW

I stepped up, and found a small park with evidence of human activity remains. They went east. Good to know.

I started on my way, humming, then singing.

Alone in this house again, tonight.

I got the TV on, the sound turned down and a bottle of wine.

There's pictures of you and I on the walls around me,

The way that it was, and could've been surrounds me

But I'll never get over you

Walkin' away...

'Cause I've never been the kind to ever let my feelings show,

And I thought that bein' strong mean't never loosing your self control,

But I'm just drunk enough,

To let go of my pain,

To heel with my pride (the original says hell, but she doesn't cuss so...)

Let it fall like rain from my eyes;

Tonight I wanna cry...

"We can't just sit here, and do nothing!" a girl voice complained.

"Well, where do we go then?" a gruff voice answered.

"We go until we find another suitable home, far away from anybody out there." a heavy southern answered.

I hid behind a bush, and watched them closely. Someone walked out of the trees, annoyed by their arguing.

"I say we go toward the mountains; the walkers are slower where it's colder." a voice I recognized, and a person I recognized, but was too stunned to move.

"But we will get cold, and Judith will freeze up there." the gruff voice argued.

"There is a store that looks locked from the inside, it will have all the supplies we need; let's go." she answered.

I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! SHE'S HERE! WHAT AM I DOING?! SHE'S GOING TO LEAVE!

"Ms. Michonne...?" I asked quietly.

She froze, and turned around slowly, until I saw her face, I took off, running to her as she ran towards me with her arms open.

I was finally in her arms, safe and sound. I was bawling, smiling in her arms, so happy she was ok.

MICHONNE

SHE WAS ALIVE, AND IN MY ARMS!

As soon as I heard the name Willow only called me, I was so hopeful I wasn't hearing things, but as soon as I saw her familiar face, I was at my knee's in tears with her in my arms.

I knew Rick was going to ask me if she was safe, but right now, I don't care.

I guess Carl was right, she was alive. And she found me.

We finally stopped crying, and were at arms distance when I realised how much older she looked since the last time I saw her.

"I've missed you so much!" I said, happily.

"I've missed you too; I've been looking for you everywhere!"

"Me too! After the prison, I lost track of where you were" I replied. Yes, I did look for Willow while looking for the Governor.

"Hate to interrupt this moment, but if we wait any longer, the rest of the group are going to worry." Daryl said, annoying me.

I looked at Willow, and I turned around, bent down as she jumped on my back.

"Oof! You're heavier than I remember!" I said, joking.

"Hey! I'm, like, 14! I grew alot!"

"Michonne, who is she?" Rick asks.

"She's... my daughter." She is, I adopted her before the outbrake, so she is my daughter.

"I didn't know you had a daughter." Glenn said.

"Well, I do, now lets go back to the group." I said harshly because I didn't want the questions now.

"Wait, Michonne, I have to ask-" Rick started before I cut him off.

"No you don't. She is family. She is a part of this group no matter what." I snapped.

WILLOW

I was rideing on Ms. Michonnes back while the rest of the group walked ahead.

"So are you guys gonna go get stuff from the store so you can go up to the mountains?" I asked.

"No. We are going to go into the mountains. If they don't accept you, they can say goodbye to my a**"

"Ms. Michonne! No cussing! What have I told you?" I yelled.

"Sorry, Willow. I forgot how sensitive you are to cussing." Ms. Michonne says to me with a big grin on her face.

"Ms. Michonne? Where's Andrae?" I asked hesintantly.

"He died a while back with my boyfriend and his freind..."

I sniffled. Tears fell. I hid my face in her neck. How could he be gone?

We entered a camp where there were only a few people there. A boy my age holding an infant, an older women, and a few people that didn't look comfortable.

"Who is this?" a man with red hair asked harshly. I didn't want these people to see me cry. I hid my face back in Ms. Michonne's neck.

"Don't be an *ss Abraham! She's probebly scared!" a woman with pig tails said.

"Who is this, Michonne?" the boy my age asked, holding the baby closser to him. I quickly whiped my tears before jumping down from Ms. Michonnes' back.

"Willow, I want you to meet Carl, Judith, Rick, Daryl, Carol, Glenn, Maggie, Eugene, Abraham, Tara, Tyreess, Sasha, Gabrial, and Rosita. "

"Everyone, I want you to meet my daughter, Willow."