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10/11/2017 01:11 PM
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Rules
So, I shouldn't have to state I'm not the perfection that is Danai Gurira, but just in case, also, these rules will be in no particular order, because I'll think of one halfway through and then have to reword everything for it to fully flow and then these will never get posted.
1 - I can do anything from para to novella, but I usually stick with multi-para due to my work schedule.
2 - Speaking of work, I'm a manager in retail - Wal-Mart to be exact, so you know how busy that can go - so don't rush me for replies. If I don't reply in like, a month or so, then I totally understand a simple message. But, if it's only been a few days or so, then don't get butthurt. Besides my job, I'm engaged, I'm a gamer, and I have two other pages I write on besides this [wrestling verse and crime]. Paitence is a a must. 3 - Messages are for discussions, it helps me stay organized when it comes to if we've discussed a storyline or not. Discord is options for that as well, info is on my page. 4 - Whatever mains I have I'll reply to first, and I'll have multiple of the same face, because come on TWD show is only so big. But, whatever face I ship with I'll only ship with that specific one. Meaning, if my Michonne ever gets with a Rick [Cause Richonne FTW] I'll ship with that specific Rick, but not every Rick I will write with. 5 - I write drabbles often, it's quite sad honestly, and I would love to get a mega drabble with a few people going 6 - Also, I love OC's IF the storyline fits. I'd also love some pre-outbreak storylines with people, so if you have an OC and we can't fit into the outbreak, maybe we can do before. 7 - I'm addressing it cause someone asked me last season asked me about it, yet they never did it. As far as anyone in Michonne's past being around [you know,. Mike and Terry, or her son] I'd be all for it -- again -- if it made sense. I can't see Michonne not losing anyone and still not being how she is now, you know? 8 - Don't come at me with that OOC drama nonsense, I'm too old for that sh*t. In character? F*** yeah, I'm a total angst whore to be honest, but the OOC sh*t? Leave it at the login screen, legit. 9 - I watch the show every Sunday religiously, I mean I schedule things to be home in time for it. So, you never need to ask when it comes to if I'm caught up, I'll always ask when discussing things though because I don't wanna be a spoil monkey. 10 - I can either wing a storyline, plot just the bare basics, or plot everything. I also can enjoy just a random starter, so don't be afraid!
As I feel things need to be added, they will be. Also, I'll have my owes and discussions list on here, I'll have my actual solid connections on my page. I'll try to update both at least once a week.
No secret code or anything, but show me a random TWD gif of your character? If you're an OC, your favorite gif of your face claim!
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10/10/2017 02:46 PM
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Drabbles
We Understand - Based off the season seven premiere, when Negan is demanding Rick to cut Carl's arm off.
The pain of sitting on her knees for the last twelve hours and watching the chaos happen in front of her was something that made Michonne just want to give up. Watching her friends, her brothers, get their heads bashed in while everyone had to watch was something that would haunt Michonne, and everyone else, until their last breath. Watching Negan drag the man she loves into an RV, her not knowing what was going to happen to him, pushed her close to breaking her silence, breaking her cold stare at the man who was claiming they owned the, now.
But she didn't.
Hearing the silent cries of Rosita and Maggie, Michonne scanned her eyes over to Sasha, who seemed like she was frozen in time. Her eyes scanned, her breathing controlled as she didn't say a word, she didn't make a sound, she didn't move. She knew she could take his little minions in hand to hand combat, but when a gun is pointed to your head, you tend not to be a hothead. Her mind was racing, it was in panic mode, she wanted to know what Negan was doing with Rick. When Negan and Rick would be back to release them to go back to Alexandria
If Rick would even be with him.
Even if her mind was racing a mile a minute, her outer shell remained as cool as she could, her hands extending out before making fists with them to try to control the pent up rage she was feeling. She heard the RV in the distance, her still not moving a muscle, but her heart dropping to her stomach as it was preparing to shatter because she truly believed Rick was gone. When it came to a stop, Michonne had to truly fight within herself to not get up and go to the RV, taking Negan's bat and bashing his skull in so bad that no one would even be able to realize it was a human head scattered all over the vechicle.
But seeing Rick come out of the RV changed all that for her.
Finally moving a bit when she saw him, her heart shattering from seeing the man she loved so broken, so defeated, her eyes widened a bit once she saw Negan with Carl. This wasn't happening, this couldn't be happening. Her mind spaced out for a minute, silence filled her ears as she watched Negan tie a belt around Carl's arm. She couldn't go through this, she couldn't lose the ones who meant the most to her. She couldn't go through this again she would't make it. Not that Sasha, Rosita and Maggie didn't lose anything, but Michonne had been through all of this before, and Rick and Carl were the ones who truly saved her. She couldn't, she might as well throw herself at Negan like Daryl did if anything happened to Rick and Carl, he'd probably get annoyed enough to kill her instead of hurting anyone else in the group.
"You don't have to do this. We understand...we understand"
She wasn't sure how Negan would react to this, if he would laugh it off or take it as an interruption and kill someone else. She had to take the risk, even it meant costing her the ultimate sacrifice. If she died while saving Rick and Carl, than it was all worth it. As she looked at Rick and her lips silently spoke "I love you" to him, she slowly closed her eyes preparing for what could happen.
Worse case scenario? She'd finally be able to see Andre again.
Always Starts With a Kiss - A slightly different take on the Richonne kissing scene from 6x10
"Oh, so you had a day?"
Whether they were discussing the outbreak, a run, or about who used the last toothpaste, Michonne truly treasured every moment she's had with Rick for quite some time. When they met, she was still pretty bitter and cold from losing Terry, Mike and Andre, and he was bitter from losing Lori. Yet here they were, after heartache, after losing people, after Alexandria being overran. Here the two stood, the two everyone looked at as the leaders of Alexandria, the two who were almost attached at the hip.
And one who was in love.
Was Rick? Michonne had no idea, but she knows she hasn't felt this alive and complete before the outbreak. Mike will always have a piece of her heart, and Andre...he would always be Michonne's baby. But, the void them two, and Andrea when she died, left, Rick, Carl and baby Judith filled. When Carl said he would've killed Michonne like Spencer did Deanna because he cared about her, it made Michonne truly felt like she belonged. Not like she didn't feel like that before, but when someone like Carl, who has grown up so much in this outbreak and people assume is so cold, say something like that? It meant the world to Michonne, more than the samurai specialist would ever be able to form the words to express.
"Have your mints"
As the small container rested in the palm of her hand, she would feel Rick's hand slap gently against hers for a few times before she felt his fingers loosely start to slide between hers. Not knowing if it was instinct, her wanting to do it, or a mixture of both, Michonne felt her fingers doing the same, the pack of mints resting between their hands. Looking over at him, not knowing if it was the moment or the lighting, but Rick never looked as handsome as he did in the moment. Her heart was racing, her mind was going a mile a minute trying to figure out what was going on. Feeling Rick move his hand, Michonne thought he felt he made a mistake, like he wants to take back what he did
Instead, she felt the mints slide out of her hand
Was this real? She never thought this would happen, hell, she never thought she would care about someone like she did Rick, she never thought these feelings would be reality in this sh*thole of a world they live in anymore. Her eyes shifted from their hands up to his eyes once more, her getting lost in his baby blue orbs as she was waiting to just wake up, because this doesn't happen. They are not Glenn and Maggie. Michonne was too broken for someone to love, at least that's how she felt, and it's how she felt since Mike and Andre.
Then she saw him leaning over towards her
Leaning towards him, she would feel his breath hitting her lips, his hand gently caressing her face as she felt his lips lock onto hers, as she thought she was gonna melt right then and there. Bringing her hand up to gently run her fingers through random stands of his dark brown hair, Michonne tried to hide the smirk she was forming on her lips as they kissed, the passion escaping both of their bodies and colliding like something she never felt before, even before the outbreak. As he pulled away, the schoolgirl giggle escape her lips as he let a chuckle of his own out, the sound music to Michonne's ears, before he went back to kissing her just as passionately as before. When he pulled away once more, she took the moment to say something she's wanted to say for a while now, because at this point, what does she have to lose?
"Rick, I...I love you"
Until The End - Slightly AU where Rick's dead.
Feeling his arm slither over her waist as he pulled her close, Michonne felt Rick pulling her close as a sigh of happiness escaped her lips. Things weren't perfect, they were actually far from it, but they were the best they have been in quite a long time. As she felt his body lean up, a kiss gently placed on her cheek, Michonne just let out a giggle, her leaning back a bit so their lips could connect. To Michonne, it still felt like it was a dream, that Rick and her never confessed their love for each other, they weren't laying in bed together after a night a bliss. Things weren't perfect, they were far from it, but she could get used to this. "You know I love you, right?"
The words always echoed in the back of her mind
Opening her eyes as they adjusted to the darkness of her room, she caught herself reaching over to the other side of the bed, her hand meeting the bed instead of meeting the skin of the man she loved. Letting out a heavy sigh, Michonne moved the blanket and climbed out of the bed. Slowly opening the door, she looked out into the darkness before walking down to Judith's bedroom to check on her. The only mother figure the toddler ever knew was Michonne, and she will protect Judith, and Carl, until her last breath.
As she opened the door, she smiled at what she saw.
Walking in, slowly pulling the door closed behind her, she saw Judith laying in her crib, but what warmed her heart so much was seeing Carl laying in the bed that was in the room, his dad's hat resting over his face. Walking over to him quietly, she would remove the hat over his head, bending down to gently place a kiss on his forehead before she would place the hat back over his head. Carl was truly growing up into someone that anyone would be proud of, especially in this sh*t world they live in. Turning around, Michonne would walk over to Judith's crib, leaning down and doing the same by kissing the toddler's forehead before she walked over to the door.
"I love you both with everything in me"
Slowly opening it, she would slide out of the room before gently pulling the door closed behind her. Once it was closed, she fought the urge to slowly head downstairs like she had so many times beforehand, instead her heading back to her bedroom. As she walked, the voice ran through her ears, the cries, the sound of the bat hitting skull. It was like every step she took, a voice gasping out could be heard, the cackling of the man who she will destroy mixed with the cries. The sound of her son sobbing as she held him close when everything was said and done took over her mind.
She hasn't even broken down yet.
Walking into the bedroom, she would shut the door behind her, grabbing a plain white shirt off the chair in the corner before she sat on the bed. Looking down at the shirt, she tightly gripped it in her hands, the voices echoing in her mind. The words "I love you, Michonne. Take care of our kids" playing over in her mind, her squeezing her eyes shut as tight as she could. Raising her arms up, the shirt still tightly gripped between her fingertips, Michonne took a deep breath while the shirt rested underneath her nose.
It still smelled like him.
Letting her arms fall, Michonne opened her eyes as the area in front of her became blurry, she had been holding all of this in for such a long time, she wasn't sure how bad it'd be when she finally let it out. Keeping a grip on the shirt, Michonne crawled back on her side of the bed before she laid down, taking the shirt and placing it on the free pillow before bringing it close to her chest. Hugging it close to her, his scent filling her nose, she would bury her head into the top of the pillow as the silent sobs escaped her body. She had been through all of this before, all of these emotions, but this time it was different; This didn't happen because of a coward move, or because he was cared, this happened because he wanted to protect their crew, their family, the children.
He wanted to protect her.
Pulling her face away from the pillow, moving the shirt onto the edge of the bed before burying her face back into it, her not wanting his scent to ever fade from one of the last things she had from him, she brought her hand up to wipe her eyes, her mumbling to herself quietly as to not wake the children, especially Carl. up.
"I love you, Rick, and I will protect our children. I also will not rest until I kill Negan like he did you"
What Do You Call Them? - Takes place the night Michonne's old camp gets overran.
"There is a name for people who lose a parent, but what do you call someone who lost a child?"
"Michonne, baby, I promise I didn't mean for this to happen. T..this was an accident" His words didn't mean garbage, he didn't mean sh*t to her, not anymore. Not after what just happened, what she had to witness because she left two people she trusted with his life in charge and she comes back to this. Instead of getting him and getting shelter, they couldn't focus enough and just left him out for a walker to get him like there was a late night snack. The moans that were overtaking the camp when her and a couple others came back from a run had turned into just a couple of moans, them getting taken care of by the others as Michonne was trying to process what she walked into, her katana still dripping the blood of the walker she just killed.
The walker that was eating her son.
"Your promises mean nothing.." she coldly spoke, the tears falling freely out of her eyes, her chest tightening while her mind slowly realized what she was going to have to eventually do. Her eyes shifted from Mike to Terry, both of their bites already looking pretty nasty, Michonne honestly not giving a damn about either one of them at this point. If she knew these a**holes couldn't be trusted, she never would've offered to go on this run. Taking the bag off her shoulder, she dropped it to the ground before squatting down, digging in it before she found a couple toys, taking them out before she chucked them at the duo in the corner as hard as she could.
"I f***ing trusted you, and look what happened!? Tell me, was your little bong worth it? Or being all up Terry's ass instead of paying attention to Andre, WAS IT WORTH IT, MIKE!?"
By this point, Michonne's whole body was shaking with anger and hurt, her pushing herself back up to a standing position. "Mich..." Terry spoke, her darting her eyes over at him. "You shut the hell up, I wish we would've fricken left you in Savannah, then this probably never would've happened!' she snarled, her knees shaking so bad she felt like she was gonna fall over. Turning her head, and her attention, away from them, Michonne fixated her eyes on her son, him quietly sobbing as he was bleeding out and she didn't know what to do "Baby..." she whispered, her voice cracking as she walked over to a table to grab his blanket before she walked over to him. Sitting down beside him, she placed her sword on the ground before scooping her bloodied and bitten son into her arms. Bringing him up to her chest, Michonne buried her face into his tiny shoulder, one of the few places on his body that wasn't bitten or covered in blood. Tears came flowing worse than before, her silent sobs becoming rather louder while she started rocking him back and forth. "Michonne, you shouldn't be so loud..."
"Screw you, Mike, this is your fault!:
In reality, she was blaming herself, and she forever would. If she never would've went on the run, then maybe the herd wouldn't have been so bad and maybe Andre wouldn't be dying in her arms. Bringing her head up to his, she would place a small kiss on his forehead, the tears rolling down her cheeks onto the side of his head, as she realized now was a better time as any to do what she had to do. Placing him back down on the ground, she remained bent over with her head placed on his.
"I love you. I love you until I die, and I am so sorry I wasn't here to save you, babyboy...this is all my fault"
Bringing her body to a full standing position, she grabbed her katana and bent down, grabbing the blanket she had wrapped around him as she would cut a good chunk of it off. Placing it in her free hand, she, as she was choking on her own tears, her vision being blurry, would hover the tip of her sword over her son's head. As his cries faded, his last breath taken, Michonne drilled her sword down before he was able to turn, her resting her head on the handle of her sword as she sobbed.
No mother should have to kill their child, no matter what happens.
"Michonne, help us, please..." she heard Terry beg, her standing up and slowly pulling the sword out of Andre's head before she turned around and coldly looked at the two in the corner. Sitting down in a chair, she took the handle of her katana and started wrapping the part of the blanket around the handle, so a piece of her son would be with her always. Once she was done, she looked at the two before getting up, grabbing two chains and placing them on a table near them. Taking her katana, she placed it back in her holster before grabbing a shovel and bending down to grab her son.
"Turn. I want you to suffer, feel the pain run through your body, the virus going through your verins. I want you to feel the fever coming on and not breaking, I want you to suffer until you don't breathe anymore, and then I want you to turn" she started speaking, her walking towards some clean ground so she could bury Andre. "And once you turn, I will make you protect me like you couldn't protect my son."
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