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Who: Michonne + You
Where: The bar
When: Feb. 13th
Rating: Let's start at PG-13 for light cussing and we can move it up from there if we need to
Summary: Carl was here. Now he's gone. Quick as that. (prose or brackets is fine, will match!)
The Story:

[She goes to the bar at eleven in the morning after spending the beginning of the morning being as sure as she can that Carl really is gone. No trace of him, no sign that he was even here for a couple weeks.

Weeks.

Not months, not some good length of time.

Weeks. Just long enough for her to think it'd be nice to have some kind of get together at her place to introduce him to people, rather than drag him around the mansion. Just long enough for her to think others might show up, give her a little bit of hope. In all honesty, she should have known better. That shit was too good to be true, and she's learned in the past few years, good things never last. Not Andrea, not the prison, not Alexandria.

So, she's at the bar, and she realizes she has no one to tell about this disappearance because she didn't get to say anything to anyone about him when he was here. She was selfish with him so that she could enjoy it, something that was just hers for a while, her own happiness, and now there's no one else who knows what she's drinking herself into oblivion for. Except Regina; she realizes it around four shots in. During the last event, she pointed him out, proud that he was there, that she could finally say she had someone from home. Dragging out her messenger, she sends a quick text to Regina (Not too early for tequila.) She doesn't want to say outright that Carl is gone so she leaves it at that. Maybe it is too early for this, maybe she's with her kid, her family. All of her family.]

Goddammit.

[Her single utterance is muttered to no one in particular before she takes another shot, then just takes a bottle of whiskey, sitting hunched over the bar, her entire body rigid, jaw clenched. She knows she'll never go back to the 'fuck people' mentality and isolate herself, there are still too many in the mansion who do care - she can admit that. But Carl's gone, her family, and she's pissed as hell at Wonderland today.]

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Oh, trust me, I know how that feels.

[Though, through most of it she had her father, for better or worse. Until that brief period she accidentally got him kidnapped, anyway. But Henry Sr. also had a very particular set of beliefs for how she should act, and well, most of the time it felt like she was alone because every evil queen needs an enabler.]

I don't... make friends easily, so I haven't lost a lot of people, but I suppose that just makes each loss worse, doesn't it? [She considers Michonne's joke, before laughing softly.] You can't either, then.

[Looking up at her, Michonne holds eye contact for a minute before nodding.]

I don't plan on it. Although, hell. I could leave tomorrow. I guess no one really ever knows. The beauty of Wonderland. [It's why they were up on this roof, anyway, drinking fancy as fuck wine.]

You could.

[Though, the thin line of her lips says more than enough about how she feels about that.]

I don't know what's worse, honestly. The fact that people can leave, just like that, or that they can come back the next day and not remember a thing.

[Michonne's quiet for a few moments as she just mulls that over.]

Or. Having to either tell someone from home they're dead or make the decision not to. Or tell them someone they love is dead. That's a thing in my world. For a lot of people who could show up.

[She pauses for a beat before looking at Regina.]

What would you do? Tell them? Or run the risk of them finding out another way?

[Regina swallows. They've been through this with Neal and while he ultimately made peace with it -- and eventually experienced it for himself, not everybody can handle it like that.]

I think it depends. [She takes a sip of her wine before she turns to look at Michonne again.] Would telling them help? Or would knowing they can't do anything about it drive them mad?

[Michonne ponders the two questions, thinking, rolling them around in her head for a while. Regina is, easily, Michonne's best friend here. Her, Simon, and Jo, anyway. But Regina was someone Michonne'd sacrificed for; that's a unique thing between them. So, she thinks about it, and trusts Regina.]

I had a two year old. When the world ended. I left him. Just...just to go scavenge, to go with a group, get supplies. Got back to camp and...

[She closes her eyes, letting Regina fill in the blanks of the dead in her world, and what they did to the living.]

Went crazy. Started talkin' to dead people. Seein' him, seeing...his father blame me. But I blamed him, so. He turned. I kept him. Kept him on a chain. Made his dead ass walk with me. And I talked to him.

[She looks over at Regina now, eyes focused on her.] Guess I know the answer to the second question.

[Regina doesn't make friends easily, and for most of her life she didn't have any. We don't count Rumplestiltskin because there's that whole weird father-daughter vibe complete with uncomfortable sexual tension and also he's Fairytale Satan.

Out of the few she's made here in Wonderland, the only ones that are left now are Michonne and Angel. And it's not like she'd invite Angel up to the roof to drink and watch the sunset. ...And not just for the obvious reason. As Michonne talks, she tries not to show her reactions because she knows Michonne isn't telling her this because she wants pity, but because this is something she wants Regina to know.]

I'm sorry. [And she is. Nobody, nobody should have to go through that. She knows that if anything happened to Henry, the world would burn with her grief. But she has Henry and Michonne has gone through one of the worst experiences imaginable, Regina isn't going to pretend that she knows what it feels like.] But you made it through and if there's one thing I know, grief is a powerful weapon.

[She isn't comparing their situations -- not exactly, but she can see what Michonne did, what she did.]

[She does want Regina to know, she wants to have someone she can tell shit like this too without it being a thing that hangs over them. As much as she’d loved Andrea, she hadn’t even gotten to know this, and for now, only Carl does back home. It means something to her, to let people know this part of her, the parts that screwed up, got people she loved killed.]

I think that’s why, even though there’s not much I can do with a sword that you can’t accomplish with magic, looking out for you, for Henry, it’s important to me.

[Maybe in the same way Morgan ‘cleared’ after his son turned, this is Michonne’s way of coping with loss - trying to protect the people she cares about here.]

I think there's plenty you can do with your sword that I can't do with magic.

[Protect Henry when Wonderland decides to take it away, for one.]

Just don't forget that it goes the other way, too. [She sighs, taking another sip of her wine as if this isn't an intense conversation.] I don't... I don't have many friends, for... obvious reasons, but the few I have, [Even if they kind of forced their friendship on her -- Michonne notwithstanding, of course.] if I can protect them, I'll do whatever I can.

[Michonne looks over at Regina, just watches her for a second and then smiles a little, taking a sip of her wine.]

You do a hell of a lot for your friends. For me, anyway. [Gently, she bumps Regina’s shoulder with her own.] Thank you.

[Regina can only smile, you know that weird thing she did when Robin said he was choosing her over Marian and then Marian collapsed?? That smile thing.]

Thank you. For everything, I mean it.