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Michonne stood on the back deck of Reg and Deanna’s home staring up into the night sky watching the twinkle of a billion stars as she nursed a glass of vintage scotch. The citizens of Alexandria were putting forth their best efforts to throw them a welcome party. But even before the world had went to shit Michonne had never been good at parties, she hated socializing with people she didn’t know. Not wanting to fuck up things for the group she made sure to schmooze for a bit, but when she saw the vacant back porch she knew she had found her refuge.
A cool breeze cut through the humid air tickling her newly uncovered scalp causing her to rub a hand over her nearly bald head at the sensation. She chuckled to herself still tickled by Tyreese’s face when she asked to borrow his hair clippers; he had asked if she needed his assistance to which she politely declined wanting to do this on her own. Finally in a safe zone and at least for the time being not having to worry about being on the run again she decided to cut her hair. It was the last thing she had tied to her past and she was ready to move on and start anew.
She had banded off sections of hair and then cut them with scissors as close to her scalp as she could get, using the borrowed clippers she then shaped up her hair. Earlier in the day she had rummaged through the pile of clothing at the neighborhood house, and found a dress along with a few items of unopened makeup. Happy with her new look she left the confines of her room to join up with members of her household to go to the welcome party.
When she walked into the noisy living room all the talking died down and became ooh’s and aah’s as her group took in her new look. “Chonne you clean up well” she heard Daryl compliment from across the room and the others clapped and whistled in agreement. She smiled a rare thing for her “Alright, alright let’s go and get this over and done with” to which she was met with more cheers and whistles. The group walked together to the party more light hearted and good spirited than they had been in a long time.
Upon entering the nicely decorated home Michonne looked around for Rick, Carl, and Judith she figured Rick would probably come here straight away after his patrol duty had finished but she didn’t see him anywhere. She spotted Carl who had been playing with another boy his age but stopped when he noticed her and ran over. “Wow Michonne I like your new look” he said to her in awe she smiled at him and patted his head “Thanks Carl, Where’s Judy and your Dad?” “They went back to the house just before you guys got here I’m surprised you didn’t run into them. Judith spilled something on herself and Dad so he went home to change their clothes they’ll be back soon”. Michonne snickered knowing just how much of a handful the little girl could be. “Well Carl I’ll check back in with you later gonna go be nice and talk to the new people. Have fun with your friend” she said to him before joining the conversation Carol and Maggie were in.
While they were all talking she saw that Reg was offering glasses of scotch to the ones that wanted alcohol. She tried to recall the last time she had anything to drink and excused herself from the conversation and went to get a glass. The dark amber liquid quickly warmed her already hot body and went straight to her head. Michonne looked around trying to see if Rick had returned, but alas he hadn’t and it was then that she spied the door that led to the back porch and decided to go explore.
Forgoing lights she stood out in the dark taking small sips of her scotch watching the stars a small smile on her face at the solitude of it all. A dim light flickered on behind her and the doors opened signaling an end for her alone time “Figured you could use a refill” came a gruff familiar voice she turned to see Abraham holding the bottle of scotch she gave him a small smile and held out her glass. “Were they getting on your nerves?” he inquired as he poured “Let’s just say our views are a little different from one another. Besides it’s nice to just be alone sometimes” she took another drink from her glass before turning back around to watch the sky.
Abraham let his eyes linger over her curvy physique before he spoke “I hope he notices you before someone else does” she turned back around to face him before coyly replying “What are you talking about”. “Not everyone is as blind as Rick, I see the way you look at him” she chuckled lightly “That obvious huh?” Abraham reiterated his early statement “Like I said I hope he notices you before someone else does” his eyes crept up and down her form to further emphasize his point a sly smile on his face as he went back into the house. Michonne shook her head and looked back up at the sky thinking about what he said.