eenie meenie miney moe

[thesamurai]

Who: Michonne and YOU
Where: around the mansion
When: June 1
Rating: PG-13 maybe? Probably? Or R, we just don't know. WE NOW KNOW.
Summary: Michonne left for a canon update and is back just in time to not be IT.
The Story:

main entrance/foyer/whatever it's called

[She's going to kill Negan. The same way she killed the Governor, she's going to take her katana and run it straight through his heart. And if he kills her first with that fucking bat, she knows Rick will kill him. Bound with her hands behind her back, she subtly glances down the line of all of them on their knees, feeling rage seize in her gut when Negan gets close to Carl. Clenching her jaw, she listens to him go on and on, and she knows, one look at Rick and she knows, someone's going to die. This isn't a joke, this isn't an idle threat. One of them is about to meet the end of a baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire.

The rage fades to fear, something she hasn't felt since Carl was shot in the face, and she's shaking as Negan counts them down, using a child's rhyme to taunt them all. When he points at her with the bat, Michonne looks at him defiantly, but as he picks she closes her eyes, squeezes them shut for a moment, too afraid to see who it is before needing to know. But then she's on her knees in Wonderland, inside the mansion. She knows exactly where she is, and air leaves her lungs in a loud, guttural cry as she pitches forward, hands still tied behind her back, a sob wracking her frame with her forehead touching the ground. Someone's about to die and she's back here. Safe.

Pulling herself together she clumsily stands, taking a deep breath and looking around. One of her locs has been crudely cut from her head, but aside from that (and her restrained hands), she looks about the same as she did when she left. She just needs a little help with the ropes.]

video message sent from the bar (action optional)

[She doesn't go back to her room just yet, instead she goes where she knows people will be, people she can surround herself with and know she's safe. She settles in with tequila, starting a video message. It's recording for a good minute before she finds her words.]

I left. That's the second time it's happened in less than a year. But, I'm back now, and as per usual, nothing good happened, so. You need me, I'm in the bar.

[She wants to see the people she calls friends, family. Right now though, she just can't make it room to room.]

Comments

[thesamurai]

Not even the zoms we gotta worry about anymore. It's people losing their fucking minds.

[It's so exhausting, to always wonder if the people you meet in the apocalypse have gone bat shit crazy or not.]

[luckynumberthree]

Isn't it always?

[ He gives a grimace, because he knows about that firsthand. All too well. ]

The zoms at least are predictable. The humans left after all this shit? Makes you start wondering who the monsters really are.

[ He sighs and reaches out to lay a hand on her arm. ] I'm sorry, Michonne.

[thesamurai]

[Michonne covers his hand on her arm, and she's just tired. Everything hitting her at once as she closes her eyes.]

I just knew, soon as I got back here, to come to the bar.

[Not just to drink, though that's definitely what the plan is, but. To be with family again. That's the bitter sweet thing about it all; she needs the people she left behind, but she needs the people here, too.]

[luckynumberthree]

[ He manages a small smile for her, understanding, because they'd all found this family of theirs here to be a comfort. He knew what it meant.

He squeezes her hand lightly. ]

You look beat. Why don't we take the bottle and you can come back to me and Jo's room for the afternoon. A safe space, with us nearby. You can rest without worrying.

[ And she wouldn't be alone. Because he knew he'd be jumping at every shadow himself right now. ]

[thesamurai]

[She is so grateful to him, and she hopes her face says it, because she can't really find the words to voice it. Crashing sounds great; crashing where she doesn't have to stay semi-awake in case something tries to kill her is even better. She trusts him, both of them, to allow herself to actually sleep deeply. When she's been back for a while, it'll be better.

So, she nods and shifts to stand, grabbing the bottle and putting the lid back on. Michonne reaches out though and squeezes his shoulder, a silent thank you while she swallows the lump in her throat.]

[luckynumberthree]

[ He gets it.

Offering her a hand up, he helps her to her feet before slinging an arm around her shoulders and tugging her towards the doors, comfortably (and protectively) draped around her. He casts her a fond smile and presses a kiss to her hair, chaste and brotherly, as he heads out of the bar and towards the stairs, leading her down to the room he shares with Jo.

Halfway there, he casts her a playfully suspicious glance out of the corner of his eye. ]

You don't snore, right?

[thesamurai]

[There's honestly no way for her to express how grateful she is to him, and that she doesn't have to be alone. At his question, she does manage a good side eye up at him.]

That's the last thing I need. My snoring being the reason I get taken out by a zombie, on account of being a sleeping dinner bell.

[So, in short, nope, no snoring.]

I wake myself up when I start, somehow. Like my brain knows the rest of me is fuckin' up.

[luckynumberthree]

[ He just grins, because if he can tease her into distraction, he will find someway of doing it. ]

Oh good. Just wanted to make sure I didn't need to soundproof the couch or anything. Bury you in a pillow fort, maybe.

[thesamurai]

You know what? Bury me in a fort, I'll take it. Matt of fact, build me a fort so I can make it 'no boys allowed' and drink with Jo, how about that?

[It's always Simon who does this for her, makes her feel better somehow about even the shittiest of situations.]

[luckynumberthree]

[ He looks utterly affronted. ]

You can't make my couch a no boys allowed zone!

[thesamurai]

Yeah? I think you'd let me if I really wanted to. But, I don't. So you're off the hook this time.

[bffs though, honestly.]

[luckynumberthree]

[ He sulks at her for all of seven seconds before snorting and grinning again. ]

Yeah you're probably right, dammit. Besides, you have a sword. It makes you very convincing.

[thesamurai]

You know I'd make an exception for you, anyway.

[She nudges him just a little. He's a good guy, a good friend, and she hopes he knows she'd do all of this for him, too.]

[luckynumberthree]

Well, I should hope so. Who else is going to name half a dozen drinks after you? And bring you cans of baked beans.

[ He nudges her back, warm smile lingering as they climb the stairs. ]

fade?

[thesamurai]

[The normalcy is doing wonders for her, and Michonne tosses him yet another smile.]

Let's see if we can't upgrade to SPAM.