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Characters: Michonne
Verses: The Walking Dead
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Genre: Gore, Television, Undead,
Member Since:March 24, 2020



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in the beginning

Michonne

Michonne grew up in Georgia, although not much is known about her early life. She originated from a middle-class academic realm family, where she grew up with a keen interest in both modern art and literature. During her time in college, Michonne befriended Jocelyn. They would help each other with whatever struggles they had in their personal lives, primarily that of the death of Michonne's mother and when Michonne was trying to get signatures for a petition.

At some point later in her life, Michonne entered into a relationship with her boyfriend Mike. They went on to have a son named Andre, whom Michonne affectionately nicknamed "Peanut". The three lived together as a middle-class family and presumably enjoyed a privileged and lavished lifestyle. Michonne also came to befriend Mike's closest friend Terry, whereupon the trio came to share a valued interest in art.

after the outbreak

At the onset of the outbreak, Michonne found a katana upon which she honed her survival skills to perfection as a result of encountering and killing walkers day-by-day. Sometime later Michonne, Mike, Terry, and Andre journeyed to a refugee camp where they settled. Over time, several members abandoned the camp due to events worsening. Michonne chose to remain there despite this, which often resulted in several arguments between the trio.

After arriving back from a supply run, Michonne tragically discovered the camp had been overrun. At the time, Mike and Terry had been high on drugs and were unable to fight, which resulted in Andre being devoured by walkers and the two becoming bitten. Experiencing bitterness and hatred, Michonne coldly allowed them to turn, amputated their arms and lower jaws and chained them up.

For the next months, Michonne traveled with them closely behind her at all times to avoid being seen by walkers, as their undead status provided camouflage. Morally broken from her losses, Michonne spent her time aimlessly surviving alone, keeping low and avoiding all contact with other survivors who she encountered.

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Michonne is both a tough and a good hearted survivor. She tends to work alone and keeps much of her past secret, even towards Andrea, but possesses a keen sense of intuition. Michonne once said that she "trusts her gut" when it comes to other survivors. After the loss of her boyfriend, she suffered from hallucinations in which she would talk to him. It was revealed that she likes art and/or sculptures as she looted a cat sculpture and claimed that it was "too damn gorgeous" to leave behind. When she first comes to the group she is very quiet. As time goes on, however, she gradually opens up to the group, specifically Rick and Carl, and becomes accepted by the whole group.

Michonne appeared to have an aversion to babies, as she vehemently refused to hold Rick's daughter Judith until Beth Greene forced her to, and, while looking at Judith, shed tears, before hugging Judith close. Michonne later establishes that this is a manifestation of the guilt she feels for losing her own son, Andre.

Toward the end of the fifth season when the group is presented the offer to join Alexandria, unlike most of the group, Michonne is confident of Aaron's good faith, showing an optimistic attitude contrasting with Rick's irrational distrust. Michonne assures Rick that they can't let that opportunity go if they want to stay sane, and encourages everyone to try and integrate in their new lifestyle, arguing that spending so much time without a sense of safety had nearly stripped the group out of their humanity. As part of this, she decides to "live again" and in response, hangs up her sword on the wall.

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FORSAKEN.

Jun 29th 2020 - 6:09 PM


Revenge is a dish that is
best served cold.
Stefano Morcelli, the head of the mafia that had run the streets of New York for the past six decades, has been murdered and his body was left on display for all of the city to see. This did not sit well with his daughter, the now mafia queen, Giorgina. She will stop at nothing to find out who had taken the only parent she had ever known. In Giorgina’s eyes, everyone is a suspect and there are no rules she won’t break in order to find the truth in the sea of deception and traitors that is called New York City.

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Fearless Rick Grimes

Jun 18th 2020 - 9:19 AM


Yor welcome
DEATHS//SOLDIER.

Apr 14th 2020 - 11:37 AM


Their relationship started off rocky, but it started to get better up until Rick decided to leave Lori and pursue something with Michonne. It caused Carl to become distant with her, almost as if the love and admiration he had for her turned to hate. He knew he didn’t hate her, but the feeling he felt inside of himself was almost too much for him to handle. Every chance Carl got he made sure he was never left alone in a room with Michonne. He had Rick’s temper, so it was always very obvious when he was pissed off at something or someone. Carl wore that emotion on his face, in his eyes and the way he walked. The emotion became him, just like it always became his father; the only difference for Carl is it never blinded him, not always anyway as it did with Rick.

”CARL!” Rick yelled after his son who busted out of the front door of their Alexandria home. At that moment he hated his father, he hated him for driving his mother away, but he also felt hatred toward Michonne because she just had to walk into their lives and uproot everything Carl had ever known. It wasn’t fair of Carl to place blame on anyone, but it was so easy for him to blame Michonne or blame his father. Why didn’t he blame Lori that much? She had the option to not leave them, to stay in Alexandria regardless if she and Rick stayed together, but she chose to still leave. Carl’s feet heavily hit against the concrete as he walked the streets of Alexandria, trying his best to calm down and clear his head. He needed that before he approached Michonne in a way he shouldn’t have.

He lapped the whole community before he made his way to the gazebo that he always sat up on the roof. He sighed to himself as he overlooked the townspeople, walking, farming and doing things that normal people would be doing if the world hadn’t just ended. Sighing heavily to himself, Carl felt the heaviness in his chest, he felt helpless at that moment. His whole family torn apart and there wasn’t anything he could do to fix it. He was just a teen, it wasn’t up to him to fix. He knew that deep down and he knew it wasn’t even Michonne’s fault but he still felt that feeling of unforgiving toward her.

”How’d you know where I’d be?” He questioned, hearing the footsteps approaching from behind and down below him. He expected it to be his dad, but when his eyes fell from the townspeople to below him, his father wasn’t who he saw.
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Apr 14th 2020 - 10:37 AM


HYDRA – an ancient cult of people mainly with a Nazi-German purpose of building weapons to help them win the war under world war II. After that war ended, they figured out that they had the power to not just win the war but to overtake the whole world and get what they wanted. They didn’t care what they had to do and who they were using as their experiments as long as they reached their own goals… no matter the costs. So, it happened that Bucky was their next victim. A strong build soldier who was in the military but seemed to be nearly dying while lying there in the snow. His heart was beating slow and his arm was entirely broken and blue. If these people didn’t do anything very fast, then he would die eventually and especially out in the cold and icy ravine.

In that moment Bucky actually thought that they were going to save and help him the best way possible, but if he knew what they were really up to, then he would rather have preferred dying than ending up being the next assassin brainwashed under their commands. In the past he was a simple soldier in the military helping and supporting his best friend Steve. That friend of his had always wanted to serve his country and to be a part of the military too. No matter how much he was doubting himself and his own skills, then Bucky was always right there to support him and tell him to never give up hope. Neither would he let anyone taking advantage of Steve’s skinny features back then, so he was there to teach others a lesson or two.


That all changed the day that Steve got into some kind of an experiment ad received his new strong body from a serum that a certain dr. had been developing. It brought him into the army as well and both him and Bucky could continue their friendship on missions even though it was hard and tough things they had to go through. It was on one of these missions that Bucky fell from a train and lost track of his friend, time and where he was. Everything went black after a few men found him and the next thing he knew he was cuffed down onto a chair while seeing a man with glasses working on his arm. Wait his arm? His arm was gone. What seemed to be his arm now was a metal arm with a star on it. “I appreciate the help, but I don’t like my free will to be taken away. Release me immediately.”

The man didn’t say much. He just shook his head and continued what he was doing. His own heart was now beating fast in his chest. His body was hurting, but for some reason they managed to save him. “Don’t you worry about anything, Mr. Barnes. You’re safe with us and we will be good to you as long as you’re being good to us. Your training will begin soon. We need your mind and soul to work with us.” Little did he understand from that sentence until they started torturing him day in and day out, giving him electrifying shocks and locking him inside of tiny rooms and icing him with only enough food and drinks for him to survive. They made sure that his body stayed strong though, so that he would be ready to be the next assassin working for them.

After he had been tortured for many years for what felt like an eternity for him his mind and soul was finally broken. The man who used to be Bucky Barnes couldn’t even remember his own name anymore. The cult and organization had now built up a very strong weapon to use and after he was finally obeying their every order, he was ready to work for them. What was even better was the fact that James knew all of his battle skills from being in the army. With a strong physique and a strong mind for HYDRA’s purpose he was now the perfect assassin, and nothing was going to stand in his way now. He would make sure of that. Anyone who dared crossing his path would be dead within minutes, because the mission came first. That was his purpose. That was his goal.

Before they started sending him out on several missions, they even made him a uniform with a mask to hide his face, so that no one would be able to recognize him from the past. For HYDRA it would be for the best if he wasn’t recognized just to stay on the safe side. Time went by and he had been working for that cult for a very long time. He only got better fighting skills and he never failed at his missions. The differences between him and a robot wasn’t there at all, because he was their puppet and he killed many people in cold blood. Both good and bad people to get exactly what he wanted not feeling any remorse at all, because the feelings weren’t there, and he had forgotten how it even felt like to be a human. To the whole world he didn’t exist anymore.

With his secret identity he now went out on another mission and that mission was involving a certain person with some special intel that Bucky needed to get his fingers on before she could use it against them. The assassin was searching for his next victim and he stopped at nothing to find her. Stealing and killing was what he did best. It took him some time to figure out which town she was in, but with a photo of her he knew how she was looking. Therefore, it would be easier to find her like that at least. Without knowing how close he was he was still walking in the right direction unknowing that someone was following him. Something very dangerous who wasn’t afraid of a challenge. The assassin was looking over his shoulder though to try and be sure that he wasn’t being followed. His next victim was near and he wasn’t going to let this go until he got to kill this man and prevent him from releasing Hydra’s secret.
 
ANCHOR.

Apr 7th 2020 - 1:26 PM


- THEN -

It had been six months since Hershel's farm was attacked by a herd of walkers, and Winter was here. The group had been on the hunt for the next safe zone for six months, and tensions continued to raise high. The long car rides, stopping every few miles so the gang could gather supplies, it was getting to Lori. The baby would be here soon, and she was not ready to give birth to her unborn child in some shallow ditch on the side of the road. Rick had made it clear that they would find a safe place for everyone, including the baby. It was about all that she was sure of at this point in her life. Carl was growing up into a mature young man, so infested with the apocalyptic world, and it was taking over him completely. Rick had been very distant with Lori since that afternoon that he found the empty package of day-after-pills in their tent. Lori remembered that day as if it were yesterday. Rick storming over to her by the fence line after she had just vomited all of the pills up after she had a sudden realization that she had made a mistake, it was heartbreaking. Lori admitted that she made a mistake, but that the baby would be fine, but that didn't matter to Rick; she withheld that information from him. That was what started the domino effect of problems between them, and it continued to go downhill from there.
"Hey! While the others wash their panties let's go hunt," Daryl's words brought Lori back to reality. She was sitting in the passenger's seat of Hershel's red surburban, watching everyone gather around the hood of the truck hovering over a map of southern Georgia. T-Dog, Glenn, and Maggie had gone off to the creek to freshen up, and gather some water, since it was uncertain as to how long it would be before anyone was able to have fresh water again. Hershel, Carol, Carl and Beth stayed behind to keep an eye on their cars, but mostly to watch over her. She knew Rick would go with Daryl to check the roads, and potentially find another place to hunker down for the Winter months were getting worse for them. She watched Rick grab his gun, and then disappear into the woods with Daryl leading the way. Lori silently prayed to whichever God would listen to her, and asked that they both return safely.
As the others returned, Lori kept watch on the small opening that Rick and Daryl had disappeared into. It was only a few moments later that they both returned with news that they had found a potential safe zone they could make work. Upon arrival, Lori was taken aback that their idea of a "safe place" was a maximum security prison, but then again the world was coming to an end wasn't it? So perhaps this was one of the safest places they could be!
Rick had gone over his course of action, and gave everyone distinct roles that they would need to enact for this plan to succeed. Glenn had volunteered to run for the gate, and open it up for everyone else to bring the vehicles through to the main entrance. Maggie pleaded him to stay and fight alongside her, which Rick generously granted her by saying, "I'll run for the gate." Lori's heart sank deeper into her chest as the thoughts of everything that could go wrong cluttered her mind. It was bad enough that they weren't speaking right now, and hadn't spoken much since their rendezvous after the farm was overrun. It was here that Rick confessed to the group that he had killed Shane in self-defense, to protect the group from his anarchy. Lori was devastated that Rick would ultimately stoop to Shane's level, and take a human life during this time of hardship, and she hadn't forgiven him for that to this day. She swallowed the pit that was in her throat, and cradled her swollen belly as she walked alongside Rick to the first gate that would allow him into the walker infested yard. Pushing her fingers through the cold metal fence, she locked eyes with her husband and tried to give him one final plea to not go through with this; but to no prevail, Rick nodded his head swiftly motioning for Lori to open the gate and let him in. She sighed and pulled the gate open just enough for him to slip through, and then closed it abruptly behind him.
Later that evening, the group gathered around a small fire for dinner. Hershel had mentioned that Rick had done three laps around the exterior fence into the next yard that would take them to the main entrance of the prison. Lori struggled to get to her feet, and slowly made her way over to where Rick was standing in the shadows of the guard tower. She wiped off the dirt from her hands, and nervously cleared her throat to ask Rick if they could speak for a moment, while they had privacy, but she was coldly brushed off. "It's no time for a picnic Lori. What do you think I'm doing? Don't patronize me! You want to talk? Go talk to Hershel. I'm doing stuff Lori…things."
Lori fought back the tears as she watched what felt like her last chance of happiness slip off into the darkness for the night. A few tears trickled down her cheek as she wiped them with the side of her hand, took in a deep breath, and made her way back to the others. The next morning was going to be yet another fight for survival for the group, but it was nothing that they couldn't handle. The field was cleared very swiftly allowing for the group to enter the prison yard, park the vehicles strategically to give them easy access in case they needed to retreat. Rick, Daryl, Maggie, Glenn and T-Dog went into the prison to clear out cell block C, which they would turn into their new home. When everyone returned, Lori was appalled that Hershel was missing a foot, and that there were five inmates being held at gun point by T-Dog and Daryl's crossbow behind them. Lori and Carol rushed to save Hershel's life, and prevent him from bleeding out, while Rick went over the course of action with the remainder of the group, in regards to the inmates. he plan was that the group, along with the inmates, would go to the far side of the prison, clear out a cell block, and let the inmates stay. The only rule was that these inmates were not to enter the group's cell block, otherwise they would be shot on sight.   It was a couple days later that Hershel was finally able to get up and walk around with the use of crutches that were found in the infirmary. Carl, Beth, and Lori aided Hershel down the concrete steps and into the prison yard to enjoy some sunshine, but it was quickly shut down when the prison alarms went off. There must have been a breach in the fence, because the next thing they knew the yard was filled with walkers that had entered through a breach in the fence from the yard. Maggie, Carol, Lori and Carl helped get Hershel back inside the prison, and barricaded themselves away from the incoming herd. The stress from the alarms forces Lori to go into labor. Hershel and Carl find a boiler room near their cell block that they help Lori into, as they guided her in and gently placed her down onto the floor. With Maggie and Carol barricading the boiler room door, they made their way over to Lori and helped deliver Lori's baby. With no anesthesia or pain killers, Maggie used Carl's knife and cut into the lower portion of Lori's abdomen to perform an emergency C-section with the guidance of her father. Carol held her hand tightly, and placed one of her shirts over Lori's mouth to muffle the screams from the pain. The last thing Lori remembered was the pressure of Maggie reaching inside of her to pull the baby out, and then she passed out. When she came to, she was in an empty cell with Maggie at her side.
A deep breath of air filled her lungs, as Lori slowly opened her eyes. Her hands immediately went to her belly, which was not as swollen as it had been the last time she was awake. In a panic, Lori immediately got to her feet, but nearly fell to the floor with the sudden rush of blood to her head. She felt two hands on her, and a muffled voice, guide her back down onto the mattress, and ensuring that she lay down. The rush had settled and the voice that Lori heard was none other than that of Maggie's. Maggie and Carol were sitting at her bedside, pleading that she stay in bed. They began to explain what had happened, and that she would need to stay in bed due to the mass amount of blood that she had lost giving birth to the baby.
"Where's my baby Maggie? Is…is it ok?" Lori's tears stained her cheeks as she squeezed Maggie's hand. She watched Maggie give Carol a slight nod of her head, which motioned for Carol to get up and walk out of the cell they were in. "Please…please tell me where's my baby? Where's…" Lori stopped abruptly when the sudden coo of a baby's cry rang out from just outside her cell. She tilted her head back and saw Carol walk in with a blood stained towel, wrapped around a small bundle of pale white flesh.
"She's going to be fine Lori! She's going to be ok!" Carol assured as she carefully handed Lori's baby over to her. "I'll go get Rick for you!"
"No! It's ok. I'm sure that he has more important things going on right now," Lori began as she once again felt the heartache that her marriage was pretty much over. Cradling her in her arms, Lori cried tears of joy as she cupped her baby's face and kissed her forehead. "If you see Carl, can you send him this way? He should meet his baby sister! Thank you!"

 
- NOW -

Three months had passed since Judith had been born into the zombie apocalypse world. Lori let Carl name her Judith, because she wanted to rekindle their estranged relationship as well. It may be a lost cause between her husband and her, but she would be damned if she were to lose to her son due to their unresolved issues. Judith was growing like a weed, and was hungry all the time.Lori was able to breast feed, but as Judith was getting bigger, that would not be enough of much longer; they would need formula for her. It had been a few hours since Glenn and Maggie had gone on a supply run, and Lori was growing concerned more and more by the second, but what could she do? She was in no condition to travel, let alone leave Judith alone at this delicate time. With a heavy heart, Lori cradled Judith and began to walk back to the stairs that would lead her into C-Block, when suddenly Rick appeared in the doorway. Startled, Lori casually stepped to the side. "Oh, hi! Excuse us…" Lori pushed passed Rick, secretly hoping that he would stop her and check on her, but that didn't happen. Why would she be stupid enough to believe that? He hadn't come to see her since the day Judith was born. What would change now? She was about half way to her cell when she heard a commotion coming from the hallway that lead to their cell block. She pressed Judith to her chest as she watched Rick and Daryl carry in an unconscious woman, who had apparently suffered a gun shot to her leg. What shocked Lori the most was what Daryl was carrying in with him: a shopping basket filled to the rim of baby formula.
"Maggie? Glenn?" Lori asked as Daryl silently gave an uncertain shake of his head. Lori gasped as she knew that they were missing, because they went looking for supplies for Judith. The woman was slowly regaining consciousness when Rick raised his gun at her quickly, and pressed her for more information as to how he found this prison and who she was. The woman was very reluctant to give any information, which irritated Lori more than anybody else. She carefully handed Judith over to Carl and told him to take her into her cell. Once he was gone, Lori walked over to stand at Rick's side. "Please…I can't thank you enough for bringing these supplies to us, but please tell us where our people are! Nobody here is going to hurt you…we just want Glenn and Maggie returned back to us unharmed. Please!"
𝙁𝙄𝙉𝘼𝙇.

Mar 26th 2020 - 6:38 PM


 
She had survived this long throughout the outbreak, and she knew that she would survive longer. She had lost so much; And she knew this was just the beginning, however, Maggie Greene continued on, and she refused to give up. She refused to give up throughout the deaths, the blood and gore, and she wasn't going to give up now throughout something like this. The Governor had another thing coming - she was a reckoning. 

She could hear Glenn getting beaten from the next room over, and every single time they hit him, she couldn't help but wince. She loved him so much, her heart beat for him, and it was unbelievable how much she could care for one single person. Fingers brushed through her brunette locks, as she tried to keep her sanity - the noises from the other side of the wall enough to make her go almost insane at that moment in time. 

"Please make it stop,"


She said under her breath, and when she heard the door to the empty room open, bust open, she figured it was her turn. However, when her green hues looked up, she realized it was Rick and a female - it wasn't the Governor and any of his lackies, it was her people. She was thankful in that moment to have people on her side, but she didn't know what she would do if they got caught. The Governor was evil - he was torurturous. He was someone she didn't want to reckon with.

"Hurry, before he comes back," 

She felt a gun being tossed to her, and she looked at Michonne, realizing she was risking everything to come and save her. "Thank you," She said, her lips parting. She didn't want to forget her manners in that moment. However, she also didn't want to forget about Glenn - the man she loved. "Glenn!" She exclaimed in a low voice, and she looked between Rick and Michonne, a desperate look on her face, hoping someone was in the room rescuing him. 
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