Almost everyone you’ve ever loved was now dead, your father was killed by the governor, your little sister was killed by dawn and your best friend by negan.

Your sister had left with her son —your nephew — a while back so now you had no one.

A new group rolled in and Michonne didn’t trust them one bit since the war against negan. She wanted to make sure they wouldn’t cause harm to the community.

You were on farming duty, your hair pulled up out of your face and a tight tank top and some shorts adorned your figure.

You were sweating like a pig due to the heat, you decided it was time for a break and sat down on the porch steps of some random house.

You rubbed a hand to your sweaty forehead as you closed your eyes with a sigh.

“Thirsty?” A voice spoke making you look up and make eye contact with magna, her hair pulled back into a bun as she looked you up and down.