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Forever Rising Phoenix	By : ImagineLayla131 Category: S through Z > The Walking Dead Views: 7147 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hello world and my wonderful readers! How is everybody doing? Sorry if it seems like that's happening a lot, but it means that Chapter Twelve is halfway done! As promised, MICHONNE HAS FINALLY ARRIVED! I decided to name this chapter "Let it Go" because even though both Frozen and the song came AFTER the apocalypse, I play this song every day to remind me to be strong and let my worries go. It ties in with the whole Phoenix theme, as does the title of my next chapter "Beauty in the Breakdown" from the song "Let Go" by Frou Frou, as many of you will recognize from either the end of Garden State or the pub scene from The Holiday.
AGAIN, What would be the point of FanFiction if some of the characters always resembled how they were on the shows? If you don't like my story or have a problem with my writing style, then don't bother reading it.
The only parts that are true in this chapter: The whole Clay Aiken bit, I REALLY DID throw my socks on stage! Hahaha! His version of "On The Wings of Love" is probably one of the best though! I also ask people all the time if they believe in life after love and I think it fit well in this chapter.
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN NOR HAVE ANY AFFILIATIONS WITH THE WALKING DEAD FRANCHISE, JELLY BELLY, LET IT GO, INVISIBLE, DO YOU BELIEVE IN LIFE AFTER LOVE, OR YOU SET ME FREE. ALL PROPERTIES OWNED BY FRANK DARABONT AND AMC (TELEVISION SERIES), ROBERT KIRKMAN AND TONY MOORE (COMIC BOOK SERIES), DAVID KLEIN AND THE JELLY BELLY COMPANY, IDINA MENZEL, KRISTEN ANDERSON-LOPEZ AND ROBERT LOPEZ, CLAY AIKEN, CHER, AND MICHELLE BRANCH, RESPECTIVELY. I ONLY OWN MY OWN ORIGINAL IDEAS AND CHARACTERS.
Chapter Eleven: Let It Go
The tent that only hours before had been overflowing with moans of passion was now filled with cries of fright. Delilah knew that she'd never be able to escape from the clutches of her demons, and only hoped that it wouldn't push Rick away forever…
6:30 am
After an hour and a half of crying, Delilah was finally able to fall back asleep, but Rick couldn't. He got a few light catnaps here and there, but he watched over her for the most part, wondering what it was that terrified her so badly. The sky was grey with hints of the pink and orange sunrise attempting to poke through the fog, the summer really was over. Rick had woken up early to rid of any walkers and finding only a few, but hoped that Delilah was asleep by the time he got back so she didn't have to wake up alone.
Delilah woke up to find that Rick was gone, and a small part began to think that he left her for good because of waking up from the nightmare in such a manner, even though the thought was absurd. It was her fault for not explaining that she had erratic nightmares from time to time, but it had been a long period since the last one and she thought they were done with. Delilah was only fooling herself, because they weren't going anywhere, at least not anytime soon. She leaned over and pulled out a wrist splint and an ACE bandage from her backpack, having an odd pain in her wrist. I should have practiced with the baton before we left. Old habits die hard. As she was about to grab some clothes, Rick walked in and their eyes met. "Hey." Delilah groggily answered, and felt very self conscious because she was sure that she looked like hell from all the crying.
"Hey." Rick got inside the tent and sat on the opposite side of the sleeping bag, just like how they were on her bed that first night. He could tell that she was uncomfortable about something, she couldn't even look at him.
"So, uh, did you get back to sleep?" When she was a kid, Delilah used to have a very bad eye contact problem, and people thought she was Autistic. As she got older, it drastically improved, but every once in a while, the problem would rear it's ugly head, like right now.
"Eh, more or less. I was watching you for the most part. Delilah, what happened in the nightmare that scared you so badly?" He reached over and placed his hand on top of hers, but she still couldn't look at him. Maybe her problems are deeper than she lets on… "You know you can tell me anything and that I won't use it against you, but you had me worried and still do now. Please, tell me what happened."
Delilah looked over into those striking blue eyes that always held sincerity. Even if things didn't work out between them romantically, she was sure she always had a friend in him and that he'd always care about her, as she for him. Delilah already trusted Rick with her other secrets, what's one more? She heavily sighed and sat up, beginning to wrap her wrist.
"It was about that day in Texas, when Billy and Christine abandoned me. Every time I have the nightmare, I never make it out alive, as if I were meant to die. It's been a pretty long time since I dreamt about it. This nightmare comes and goes, but I honestly doubt it will ever permanently go away. I definitely think I have a mild form of PTSD, to the point that I was so traumatized that I remember specific details differently than how they happened and that I may have blocked certain things out, but I'm pretty sure everything that did go down actually came about how I remember it."
Rick was concerned that she was second guessing how it happened, but that was one of the effects of post traumatic stress disorder. It made him think of what Michonne had told him about her past and always thought she suffered from the same disorder. Already, they had something in common: they were both broken from long-ago. He watched her struggle with the bandage.
"Either way, they abandoned me and that's all I know at the end of the day. That the man I was supposed to marry and my sister wanted to be together so badly that they couldn't stand having me around. If they would have just had some integrity and admitted to me how they felt about each other, I naturally would have been mad, but I'm sure I would have gotten over it at some point because I would want them to be happy, even if that meant not ending up with Billy. Instead, they practically tried to kill me. Family is supposed to stick together no matter what issues you have with each other. I know that I wasn't the easiest person to deal with. I had a lot of emotional problems stemmed from a combination of my dad's abuse and being bullied that I would have outbursts, or "tantrums" that's what Christine would refer to them as. I grew out of them eventually, but she would throw it back to piss me off. I know I was a spoiled brat from being fawned over all the time, but I wasn't entirely selfish. I don't think I told you that I actually refused to leave for Texas until she agreed to come with us. Not because I was dependent, but because I didn't want her to be alone. She picked a boy over me, saw an opportunity and took it, but there could have been other ways to go about. I always tried to include her in whatever I did, and she stabbed me in the back. For all Christine knows, I'm dead and she's happy. I am not the same person that left that house in Texas seventeen months ago."
Delilah found herself wondering how the two of them were getting by without the cherished semi-truck, if they were still alive, but she knew they most likely were. They made her feel so betrayed and worthless, like she was some pathetic simp, but she had gotten by pretty well on her own. If only they were around to see it all…
What happened to Delilah was absolutely awful, and although she had managed to rise above, she was still being held down by it. Neither one of them knew when it would go away, but Rick wanted to help her, just like she had helped him. He took the bandage from her.
"Here, let me do it. It felt like I was always putting one of these on every week after a baseball game." Rick gently wrapped it around her wrist. "Delilah, you were betrayed and are still haunted. I think we have all been traumatized by something from this apocalypse, not overruling yours, but I'm saying everybody can relate. You helped me come around from the miserable state of mind I was in, and I want to help you do the same. I promise that you will never be alone like that again, there's way too many people around that won't let it happen. Do you notice how every time you tell me that you used to be something like spoiled or immature, I always tell you that I don't believe you? It's because I don't see it. Whatever you were then, that's not who you are now. You're noble and valiant and strong, you're a leader."
"You make me sound like a knight of the round table." She couldn't help but ponder if that's all he saw, a soldier, but the thought was repressed when they shared a laughing smile.
"You're also incredibly beautiful and very sexy with a larger than life personality. Better?" Delilah rolled her eyes and he continued. "What I'm trying to say is that the people that know you now don't know nor will ever know who you used to be. Even if you ever cross paths with the two of them again, which seems pretty unlikely, you have an entire army behind you." He finished wrapping her wrist and put the pins in the bandage before grabbing the splint.
Delilah knew he was right. There were people that cared and they weren't going anywhere. If she kept letting it get to her, then she'd always be stuck. She had overcome so much and deserved to be happy, it was time to fight harder and let it go. The sound of Velcro snapping brought her back from her thoughts. "Thank you, and you're right. It's time to beat it, not let it beat me. I'm glad to have somebody like you on my side." She smiled brightly at him, which he returned.
"Exactly, that's the best attitude, and I'll always be on your side." Rick was glad she was coming around and going to fight harder against her traumas. He knew she could do it, she was a Phoenix. "Sorry you had to wake up alone, I was clearing the place of walkers. There weren't that many, surprisingly."
He didn't even have to mention it, but the fact that he did just made her feelings grow. This is ridiculous, it hasn't even been two months! If you still feel the same in ten days, say something then. "That's alright, you're here now" She looked down from him and went wide eyed. "But what's that on your shirt?!" Delilah pointed to Rick's shirt and tried to conceal the sneaky look on her face when she leaned in and kissed him as he was about to lift his head up. Her morning passions awoke and she sent Rick on his back against the sleeping bag, their chests pressed together. They separated from the kiss and she was grinning at him. "Thought I was going to bop you on the nose, huh?"
Rick smirked and nodded. "Yes and no. It's been a while since somebody pulled that trick on me, I think the last time was Carl when he was eight."
Delilah scoffed. "Hey, I bet you'd rather have it this way than how it was supposed to be."
Back to her usual self, she's already trying. "Of course, this way is better."
"Good." She kissed him again, but there was still a flirtatious little smile on her face. "By the way…" Delilah leaned into his ear. "I tend to get extra frisky in the morning." Delilah kissed him enthusiastically as she heard him chuckling into the kiss.
I think I can definitely get used to this… Rick thought to himself as he lifted Delilah's shirt over her head…
Almost Two Hours Later
After two morning sex romps and packing everything up, Rick and Delilah were on the road to Fort Gaines. She loved watching him with that goofy grin on his face. Maybe that's all he needed, was to get fucked back to life… Delilah giggled to herself, causing him to look over at her.
"What are you laughing at over there?" He smiled at Delilah, glad to be with her and haven't met anybody like her before. The invincible feeling from last night had been carried over into the morning, the only thing that could bring him down was if they didn't find Michonne or Beth and Daryl, but he was hoping they would.
"Nothing, I have a serious question, and if you start singing the song, I'll jump out of the car."
"Ok, fine. Shoot."
Delilah took a deep breath and looked over at him. "Do you believe in life after love? Please don't sing the song, I'm begging you! Javier sings it enough to last a lifetime."
Rick chuckled, knowing exactly what song she was talking about, but thought over the question for a minute. "If you would have asked me that a while ago, I would have said no. My answer now is yes, and it's all from meeting you, Delilah." He grinned as he looked over and saw that familiar shade of pink tint her cheeks, and that's when he was hit with a burning question: Am I falling in love with her? There's no way, it's only been two months. The heart wants what the heart wants though, but what is she to me? My friend? My ally? My lover? My girlfriend? "What about you?" Rick asked, trying to shake his thoughts away for a later time when he was alone and could properly think things through.
Delilah looked over at him, seeing he was deep in thought and wondered what about, but answered anyway. "Yes, I definitely do. Love isn't the only thing that shapes us, but when you have it, it's treasured, or at least it should be." She was always a hopeless romantic, a firm believer in love. Despite how things ended with Billy, Delilah knew that she'd find love again, and it seemed like she finally had with Rick.
You can't go falling with every guy you sleep with!
That's not it, he's different. He's one of the most wonderful men I've ever met in my life. I can't help that I've fallen for him, but I can control when I'll tell him how I feel.
Yeah, right. Since when, Queen Impulsive?
Her thoughts were dueling with each other inside her head, which became annoying. The more she thought about it, the more it was going to build up, and now wasn't the time.
"My thoughts exactly." They smiled over at each other before Delilah turned the volume on the stereo up. The beginning cords of "Invisible" by Clay Aiken started playing through the car, which made her freeze, embarrassed.
"Oh, my God! I can't believe this is even on here!"
Rick couldn't help but start laughing at her. "Clay Aiken? Really?" Delilah playfully slapped his arm.
"Don't make fun. I was a chubby twelve year old with no life and I thought he was cute, even though everybody but me knew he was gay. I went to see him in concert and threw my socks on the stage to get his attention. He actually picked them up and said "Somebody threw their dirty socks up here." and everybody started laughing, that's, like, 100,000 people! They weren't even dirty!" Delilah rolled her eyes as Rick continued to laugh.
"Wow, what a change up from lingerie that's usually thrown on stage!"
Delilah scoffed. "Trust me, there was plenty of that up there as well. I'm surprised he even found the socks!" She finally joined in on the laughter. It seemed like they were always laughing together, which was something that was needed, especially with the weight of the world on their shoulders.
Rick understood now why so many older men dated younger women, apart from the sex. Delilah's boundless stamina and buoyant character made her a thrilling challenge and he felt young again. Their age difference would always be a pressing issue, but it didn't matter anymore, especially since Delilah was very astute for her age. It would be one of many battles he was willing to take on for her.
"Ok, let's switch." Delilah pressed the skip button a couple of times until stopping on "You Set Me Free" by Michelle Branch. She already knew the song and it was the perfect one to describe how she was feeling. As Rick listened to the words, the same feeling encircled him also. They looked over at each other and smiled as the song played, both knowing they had set the other one free.
Fort Gaines, Two Hours Later
They had finally arrived in Fort Gaines to see that the same foggy weather from Lumpkin had carried over. The first stop was at an abandoned general store that had a deep forest in the back. Like Target, the place was looted with debris of trash, walker remains, and animal carcasses, all of which provided an inevitable stench. Rick and Delilah were doing everything not to gag as they stepped out of the car, even after almost two years, neither one of them could get used to the smell.
"You search the north and south sides of the woods while I check inside the store, then we'll cover east and west of the woods. If one of us finds anything, we have the walkie talkies."
Delilah nodded. "Got it. Judging by the amount of finished nombies, I'm thinking we have our work cut out for us, but we can't be too careful. If we get stuck, we'll use the secret call."
"I doubt it will come to that, but fine. Once I'm done in the store, I'll let you know when I'm heading out. Are you sure you want to go alone?"
"Yes, I'm sure. We'll cover more ground apart than together, it's how I found you and Carl." She smiled reassuringly in attempts to put him at ease.
"Well, you found us, so I'll take your word for it. Until then." Rick walked away from the truck and was about to proceed up the stairs of the general store when Delilah called out to him.
"Rick, wait!"
He stopped in his tracks. "Yes, Delilah?" Rick turned around to see Delilah standing with one leg bent while twirling a long lock of hair through her fingers. For some odd reason, it made him think of that Britney Spears "Baby One More Time…" music video, all that was missing was the school girl outfit instead of the True Religion jeans, shiny black Doc Martens, and a blue and grey baseball T.
"Don't I get a kiss for good luck?" Delilah was trying everything not to bust up laughing as she batted her long dark lashes. She saw him smile and shake his head before walking back over to her.
"Sure, what the hell? If you think it will work." Once they became face to face, Rick leaned in and gave her a light kiss, until Delilah spun them around and had him backed against the truck. It had almost caught him by surprise, especially when she stuck her tongue in his mouth, but it was something Rick had become used to around her, constantly being on his toes. Just as his hands landed on her hips and he was about to respond accordingly, Delilah pulled away with a sly twinkle in her eye and a sexy grin on her face.
"Good luck, Sheriff." She winked at Rick and walked off, leaving him a bit bewildered.
"What was that for?"
Delilah looked at him over her shoulder. "What else? So you could watch me walk away." She sauntered towards the forest in that unintentional seductive strut that came so naturally yet managed to wind him up. "Enjoy the view."
All Rick could do was smirk to himself and watch her. He rather enjoyed that she could be both flirtatious and serious at the same time without letting one overrule the other. Never predictable and always leaving something to the imagination. After watching until she was out of sight and waiting a couple minutes for the inevitable boner to wear off, Rick went inside the general store.
The Woods
"Michonne? Michonne!" Delilah called out to no answer, but what did she expect? A part of her wanted to wait until Rick was done with the store to cover the woods, but she wanted to surprise him. She knew that the kiss had turned him on, and hoped they would be able to get some more intimate alone time later. Rick was not only one of the sexiest guys she had ever met, but he was a remarkable lover. Delilah smiled to herself, thinking back on their sexing sessions earlier and how they had made the other one feel. What Rick gave to her was something she had always wanted, how he made love to her and worshiped her body the way a woman deserved, making her feel like a real woman instead of some prime cut of meat.
Despite how fantastic he was making her feel in all the ways he did, Delilah had to snap out of it and stay on top of her A game, in both the search of finding the others and concealing her feelings for a later time, hoping it wouldn't be too hard of a task to complete. Although, there weren't any rules about baring it all when nobody was around. Delilah's grin broadened as she started humming "On The Wings of Love" and continued calling out to Michonne, singing a lyric here and there, lightly swinging her baton.
Michonne watched Delilah and had been following her for the past ten minutes. Who was this strange girl and why was she calling to her? The past almost three months hadn't been so easy for Michonne. After killing The Governor and everybody separated, she met a man named Lee about an hour away who had also become separated from the group he was in, and he helped her look for the others, but it was a dead end. She accompanied him to Fort Gaines in hopes that the group had ventured out, but again, unsuccessful. Over that amount of time, her and Lee had gotten to know each other on a more personal level. It had been the first intimate relationship for either one of them since the outbreak. Lee was nice looking, intuitive, strong, a good warrior, a less intimidating version of Tyreese, but still proved himself as a worthy ally and lover. Unfortunately, things were short lived for the couple when Lee was attacked and turned a few days ago, and she had to decapitate him. At this point in her life, chopping the heads off of former loved ones that had turned into the deadly freaks had become a second nature. Michonne was once again on her own. She terribly missed the others and constantly wondered what happened to them. Maggie, Glenn, Beth, Daryl, Tyreese, Rick, Carl, Judith… Would she ever see any of them again? They had become like family to her and she would do whatever it took to get back to them. Michonne watched as the girl whipped out a walkie talkie.
"Tiny Dancer to Street Fighting Man, how's it looking in the general store?" The walkie talkie started crackling before a man's voice came through.
"Turning up empty. I'm making my way to the woods now." The voice on the other ended sounded familiar, but she couldn't make out who it was.
"Good, because I'm not having any luck either, unless she's a chameleon and I can't see her. Maybe I actually need you here for the good luck to work. This Michonne is a tough one to catch, no sign of Beth and Daryl either. From the descriptions you and Gleggie gave me, I should be able to spot them anywhere."
How does she know my name? Beth? Daryl? Gleggie? Glenn and Maggie! Michonne listened closely, still trying to make out the male voice but only getting every other word.
"She's stealthy, but I'm sure she'll recognize my voice over yours. The only problem is getting her back with us, she'll likely be skeptical."
A feeling of paranoia began to encase Michonne's mind and body upon hearing that last sentence. Who were these people? Did they know Rick? No, wait… The Governor… His group had lots of members, but she didn't recognize this girl. What if she was a new recruit that had been trained to go after her and the others by those who already had allegiance to The Governor that wanted to avenge his death? She may be riding solo, but no way in hell was she going to be taken prisoner. Michonne crept up behind the girl, silent as could be, and slowly pulled out her katana, wanting to eliminate this dangerous threat.
"Hey, I've been dealing with uncertainty for almost three months, I think I can handle one more person. See you in a couple minutes." Delilah heard the sound of leaves crunching and slowly turned around to see a blade coming at her. She screamed in panic, swiftly stopping the blow with the middle of the Mandala Baton, coming face to face with a pretty African American woman. She had deep almond shaped dark brown eyes, milk chocolate skin, full lips, black dreadlocked hair, and an incredible katana. This had to be Michonne, who seemed a little astonished by the baton, but still had an angry look on her face. "Don't kill me! I can explain myself!"
"Who the hell are you and why are you looking for me?" Michonne could tell by Delilah's body and voice that she was young, but seeing her up close was a different story. This girl looked like she should be in movies rather than fighting zombies. She wasn't going to kill her, at least not before finding out her affiliations.
"My name's Delilah Daltrey, I was sent to look for you by the prison group. You're Michonne, aren't you?" Delilah was trying to be as calm as possible, but having a damn katana blade so close to her face would naturally freak anybody out. Michonne didn't look like she was backing down, and there was the risk of walkers, but Delilah felt like she didn't have a choice.
"RICK!"
She had shouted it loud enough so it echoed throughout the entire woods. Rick heard it and started running, but Michonne shot her a confused look.
"Rick Grimes?" Was that the voice on the other end? How did he know to come all the way to Fort Gaines? It was almost three hours away from the prison.
Delilah nodded. "Yes, Rick Grimes. We've been looking for you since the group separated-" Before Delilah could continue, that familiar disgusting gurgling sound rang through the air. They both turned around to see walkers slumping out of either end of the woods. "Shit!" Delilah backed away and started walking backwards, never taking her eyes off of Michonne. "I found Maggie with Tyreese, his sister and Bob. We have almost everybody. Glenn, the kids, Rick, Carl, and Judith. Don't go anywhere, I'm one of the good guys." Michonne watched her charge forward and start spinning the baton wildly, kicking the walkers in the stomach before impaling them. She was impressed by this girl, the baton reminded her of the katana in a way, except for Delilah put more pizzazz into her movements, like she was putting on a performance. Not showing off, but she was lively and graceful.
Rick ran up behind her. "Michonne, don't!"
Michonne froze, hoping that this wasn't one of the many dreams she had of being reunited, but was pleasantly surprised when she turned around. She almost didn't recognize him without the beard and shorter hair, but it was definitely Rick. Her eyes shone with tears of happiness as a smile spread across his face. "Rick!" They embraced tightly, both elated to see each other in the flesh after all this time. Rick knew all along that she'd make it, as would Beth and Daryl. Michonne pulled away, the tears freely falling.
"I didn't know when I'd see you again, I was almost starting to think I wouldn't. Everybody spread out so quickly…"
He nodded. "I know they did, and it's because of Delilah over here that any of us are together again."
They looked over to see Delilah finishing off the last nombie. She was panting heavily, her adrenaline coursing through her veins and smiled wickedly, always loving the thrill. Michonne glanced at Rick. "You trust her?"
"Don't answer that yet." Delilah walked forward but stopped a short distance, laying her baton on the ground and placing her hands halfway up as a sign of surrendering to earn Michonne's trust and respect. "A few days after the prison attack, I crossed paths with Maggie, Tyreese, Sasha, and Bob. They told me their story and I offered to help them track the rest of the group. Almost a week later, we discovered Glenn and a bunch of kids on one of the busses, and I found Rick and Carl after that. They've all been staying with me at the abandoned Jelly Belly Factory in Atlanta while we continued to look for you, Beth, and Daryl. I know about everything that happened with Woodbury and The One Eyed Freak Governor, I don't have any affiliation with his gang nor would I. I think you're a hero for everything you did to him, he more than deserved it. Naturally, you're skeptical of me, but I can assure you I am the last person to screw anybody over." She took a deep breath before continuing, this was always a disturbing part of the story, no matter who she was telling it to, even if it had become a second nature.
"When the outbreak happened, I left California with my sister and fiance to go to his family ranch in Texas, thinking it was a safe haven but everybody had already become infected. Little did I know that the two of them were an item behind my back and I was the last one to catch on. One day last year, the house was bombarded with walkers. I went to get my gun and came back to find Christine and Billy halfway out the window. When I tried to escape, she held me hostage until letting me go, I ended up falling off the second story balcony. I survived, but I never saw them again. I know that trust is something hard to earn, I hope to earn yours. When I found Rick and Carl in Peachtree City, they thought that Judith didn't survive because they found her car seat covered in blood before fleeing from the prison. I didn't tell them she was on the bus and alive at Jellbany because I didn't want it to come off as some kind of manipulation ploy or a trap, I wanted them to hear it from their own group so they could gain my trust, and they did. I promised everybody that I'd find you all, and we're pretty close, all we need is Beth and Daryl. You're resilient and tough, Rick's told me what an amazing person and ally you are. Your katana and my Mandala baton would be a lethal duo. With everything going on in this world, we are stronger collectively than we are separately. All of us, together, can be invincibly unbreakable. This group loves you, you are one of them, and it won't be complete without you. At least come back with us until you're all together again, I've said the same thing to Rick. Consider it a trial run. I'm doing this out of the goodness of my heart so somebody else isn't away from their family and alone, like I was. Please." Delilah held out her hand to Michonne, waiting for her next move.
Rick watched the whole thing in awe. She reminded him of the homicide detectives that practically lived at the precinct until a case was solved, they gave it everything they had. Her own family abandonment was the driving force in helping them reunite, and there weren't that many selfless people around nowadays.
Michonne took in her words carefully, but could hear both the misery and genuineness in her voice. In a way, they were a lot alike, suffering great losses but still managed to get back on the horse and ride down the bumpy road that life had become. It wouldn't hurt to go back and check out their set up. She looked over at Rick, who nodded.
"She's good to her word, Michonne. I promise." For as long as they had known each other, Rick had always been a truthful and perceptive person, she trusted and valued his opinions greatly. If Delilah had gotten the majority of the group together so far, then she was already trustworthy to be doing such an unselfish deed for strangers like them. Plus, that spiked baton performance with the mini group of walkers had left her impressed. Michonne slowly stuck her hand in Delilah's and shook it. She sighed, thankful that Michonne came around, and exchanged a smile with Rick.
YAY! MICHONNE IS ON BOARD! RICK GENUINELY WANTS TO HELP DELILAH AND IS HE FALLING IN LOVE WITH HER ALSO? HOW MUCH LONGER WILL SHE BE ABLE TO HOLD HER FEELINGS IN? I LOVE THE FLIRTATIOUS VIBE THEY HAVE. CHAPTER TWELVE, BEAUTY IN THE BREAKDOWN, WILL BE COMING SOON!
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