Michonne [The Walking Dead-TV]

Maggie can tell Michonne is thirsty, they all are. But still, it's hard for her to see that woman show any hint of weakness. For the longest time, she had gotten used to Michonne being one of the strongest members of their group, someone to look up to when all hope seems gone. But if the heat and lack of water is taking its toll even on her. Maggie feels just as parched and dry as Michonne looks, but still, she offers her water bottle to her friend.

"Here, you can have some of mine. You need it."

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For that, Maggie gets a look that if it were words would translate into c'mon now. But after a moment's thought, Michonne takes the bottle and just one swallow - just one - even if the water feels so good on her throat that she could cry (and wouldn't that be a waste of water?). "Thanks," she says, handing it back.

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[ Rick has to smirk at her story. Because this world, as it is now, it only offers them this: dirt and bugs and jumping at every sound outside of themselves.

He heard that.

Rick slowly stands, his hand on the sharp dagger in its sheath as he looks toward the forest in the direction the sound came from. He points to Michonne and points in one direction while he moves off in another so they're on either side of where the sound came from. ]

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[Pulling her sword out of the sheath, she walks nearly silently, countering Rick's movements with her own. They enter the tree line at the same time and she stops again when they hear the rustling again.

There it is. The Walker was once a woman, but is now hardly rotting skin over bones. She seems to sense Michonne first, heading toward her with a shambling walk. Michonne stays still. Waiting. It needs to be closer before she strikes.]

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[ Rick watches the Walker stumble toward Michonne and doesn't move closer to try to help her out. He has no doubt that she can hold her own against that one. He exhales a slow breath he hadn't realized he had been holding.

Just as he turns back toward camp he catches sight of another Walker, this one young, once a teenager, a boy. It ambles toward him and Rick takes the large machete from his holster. But then out of the shadows there's another one.

And another one.

Rick curses under his breath and slams the machete down into the skull of one. He looks over to Michonne. ] There's more. [ He hisses the words as two more come upon him and he uses one walker to push the other one back into the trunk of a tree. The machete slices through the skull of one while he draws his dagger from its holster with his other hand. He brings that dagger up through the jaw of the second walker and then steps back to see how many more there are.

They might have to run. ]

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[But if they run, the Walkers will follow them back and they'll bother everybody else. Michonne swings the katana at the one closest and it falls, then she moves toward the other, steps careful, moves methodical as she swings again, taking out the one who just appeared; a man by the looks of it.

Then she counters and they have the two cornered.] I'll take this one. [She kicks it, sending it staggering so she can slice down its back.]

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She smiles just a bit at Michonne's look, knowing how she always has to play the tough girl, but glad that she accepts she has needs just like everyone else. At this point, no one is going to judge her if she takes a bit of extra water. They've all been there, to the limit of human endurance.

"You're welcome. And well, this is kinda like the desert, isn't it? We haven't had enough food or water in... No, not gonna go there. We need to keep hoping we'll find a good place to stop soon." And she doesn't mean stop and camp for the night. She hopes they will find another place like the prison, where they can stay safe, at least for more than a few hours.

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Oh, yes. Michonne can support that thought. They've all started to look a little crazy. A little bleak. She knows that. She's been there before and isn't keen to go back. She gives Maggie a sidelong look. "You all right?" she asks, voice pitched low to keep it just between them.

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Definitely not only look, Maggie can't help but wonder what goes through everyone's minds. Or she would, if she her own mind wasn't occupied thinking about Beth's death. They had been so close to being together again, and seeing Daryl carrying her lifeless body in her arms had broken most of those few threads of hope she had regained.

That's why when Michonne asks if she's ok, she's just about to pretend and say yes. But instead, she shakes her head. "No..."

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The honesty is appreciated and alarming all at once. As they walk, Michonne looks over at Maggie, trying to gauge what she sees with what she hears. "Beth," she guesses. Because they had been so damned close.

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[ They risked that chance, yes. But Rick was practical about when to fight and when to run. He had his kids to think about, and did so above everything else. Right now this was still manageable though. It bordered on the edge of being too much.

Rick nods when she says she's going after another one and looks back through the trees. There were a dozen or so more stragglers in this mini herd. If they could dispatch them all without firing a shot, that would be ideal. ]

'Bout a dozen more. [ He pushes at another one, sending it back into another walker. Both of them topple to the ground. Rick leans down to jam his knife in one, the two skulls. ]

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[They've handled more, so Michonne isn't worried yet. After the one she targeted and another, she can move closer to Rick and help there. All told, this is a pretty tame bunch and the numbers start to dwindle.]

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She has kept her feelings inside her all this time. They had buried Beth, and Gabriel had conducted a short ceremony for her, like she knew her sister and father would have wanted. But that didn't change the fact that she was gone, like Hershel, like the rest of her family.

"Beth... And my Dad." Maggie knows she doesn't have to say much more, Michonne understands. She lost people too, like everyone in their group.

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There isn't a lot of time that goes by when Michonne doesn't think of Hershell. He'd been a good man, kind and funny. She looked over to Maggie, brows drawn. "It never goes away," she says of that feeling of loss. "But it fades some."

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It makes her feel some happiness to know her father had been loved so much by most of her friends at the prison. Her Dad had that kind of effect on people. She sighs softly at Michonne's answer. "I guess I don't want it to go away, not completely. That would mean I forgot them."

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"That won't happen," Michonne tells Maggie. She knows that. "If that's what you're worried about, don't."

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"Yeah, I don't think I will either." She sighs softly. "But, I'll be ok." She has to be, there's no other choice for them.

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None of them had a choice in that. It was either be okay or give up, and they were all fighters. Looking over at her, Michonne nods, then she squints at thr sky. "Rain, huh?"

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[ As the numbers fall, Rick starts to move with more ease. He leads one to a large bush where it gets tangled in the limbs. He slams his knife into that one. And then another he slams into the trunk of a tree again and again to crack its skull and smash its brain.

He stands there. Waiting. Listening to the sound of their breathing and nothing else. ] Think that's it. You alright?

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Yes, they are all survivors. Beth and Hershel may be gone, but she still has a lot of people she cares about: Glenn, Rick, Daryl, Michonne and all the others... They had all been through so much together, she just can't give up and let them down.

Just as Michonne says the word rain, she feels a raindrop on her forehead. She looks up at the sky and sees how drops are starting to fall. "It seems. We need to find shelter!"

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"Speak for yourself," Michonne says with a sudden grin, her face tilted toward the sky. "I might just soak it up like a sponge." She even spreads her arms wide.

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I'm good. [She wipes her katana on the shirt of one of the dead Walkers and looks around slowly. Then she gives Rick a small nod. See? They're all right.] You good?

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Maggie gives Michonne a smile. "Maybe we don't need it, but Judith does." It wouldn't do for Rick's small daughter to get sick on the road.

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That is true, and Michonne leaves that to Rick and Carl. "We should get out bottles," she realizes, going to do just that. To collect what water they can while they can.

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[ He nods in response. Rick is tired. He's hungry. But he's alive. That's good enough. So he makes a rare joke. ] Wouldn't say no to a juicy steak right now.

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[She gives a big smile at that.] When I dream of food, I dream of biscuits snd gravy. You can have the beef, give me the biscuits and pork sausage gravy.

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Maggie nods and opens her bottle of water, before giving it to Michonne. "Could you take care of that for me? Just a bit. I'll go get Rick's bottles." And let him focus on finding shelter for his baby.

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"You got it," Michonne said, taking it and setting it between her feet to keep it upright, then reaching for her own.

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