“Here is fine,” Rick said when he saw the exit. The sky was getting darker, and Rick didn’t want them to risk it on the road. He thought it’d be best if they set up camp off in the woods out of sight from all threats. Michonne parked the vehicle and unbuckled her seat belt.
“Here will have to do,” she said rolling her head around slowly. It had been a long day. Seemed like they search for hours for nothing. A few bullets here…a few cans of food there. Some supplies here and there. The search looked bleak, but they weren’t giving up. They couldn’t.
Rick looked outside the window and pointed just to his right. “We can build a fire real quick. Heat up some of those cans of food we found,” he suggested. Michonne sat up and rested her gloved hands on her thighs.
“Sounds like a plan,” she stood, bending over to walk to the back of the van. A clear, plastic container sat behind the driver’s seat with a bunch of canned string beans and pork-n-beans.
“You know…I wish I could eat something that I don’t feed Judith all the time. I feel like I’m the baby,” she playfully complained and Rick opened his door, hoping out the van. Seconds later he opened the side doors for Michonne.
“What’s that I always say…The Law of-”
“Yeah, yeah…the law of averages. I know,” she mocked. “There’s just going to be a big room filled with food that we’ll find one day.” She smirked as Rick helped her get out of the van. Michonne sat the cans down on the ground, and started to collect wood for a small fire.
The weather was nice today. A breeze blew by across her bare arms that she appreciated. Sometimes….just sometimes, there were moments of normalcy out here. Her body would remember to right before the world fell apart, and it was like she was back in Georgia on her grandma’s porch listening to music…dancing…enjoying life. It was funny how a single breeze could do that.
“You miss Georgia?” she asked him. Rick smiled and nodded, beads of sweat coating his forehead.
“It’s funny… with the world the way it is, but I can honestly say I’m homesick. I never traveled before all of this. I never left the county. Maybe just to go to Atlanta a few times. That’s about it. The air don’t smell that great outside with all the decay, but it don’t smell like Georgia. That sound weird?” he asked as they dropped the wood they gathered it into a pile.
Michonne smiled, shaking her head. “Nope. It sounds pretty much like how I feel. Except, I used to travel all the time,” she told him. Rick’s eyebrows raised.
“Oh, really. Where have you been?” he wondered. She grabbed a box of matches and struck one, placing it against the wood.
“Florida…New York…California…Vegas…I traveled a lot for work. Met a lot of cool people along the way,” Michonne explained to Rick.
“I’ve met some cool people along the way, too,” Rick told Michonne. He thought of Glenn just now. He thought about his friend often, but he kept that to himself. Everyone was dealing with their pain their own way right now. He’d have to figure a way to deal with his.
Michonne noticed a sadness to his voice. Since that night in the woods; the night it all happened; the night they lost family, he’d been different. Just this shell of himself. Lately, he started to smile. He started to not let every little threat from Negan get to him, but she noticed things.
Michonne learned not to press the small stuff with Rick. He questioned himself all the time, so she couldn’t question him. As a lawyer she learned that sometimes the people who have nothing to say, have the most to say. Rick was that way. He had so much to tell her, but he tread lightly with his stories.
So she resigned herself to wait. Michonne would wait for him to tell her what’s wrong when he was ready, and comfort him when he sought it. He talked about Shane recently. He would talk about whatever was bothering him soon, because she was with him no matter what.
No matter what.