Sweet and Salty ~ Carl Grimes

The Curse of The Robin - 049

For the trigger warnings summary, go to the bottom of the chapter!! Since it's quite explicit, there's a * at the start and the end, just as a warning even if you don't want to check my little summary

The sun was gone, replaced with a full moon. It was the only source of light, the clouds covered the shining of millions of stars. The bright, full moon was a bit ironic considering that night was anything but light. Brooks had kept Michonne at gun point for three hours before Will decided to call it quits for the day. He led himself and the two into a bar off the side of the road.

'Joey's Jolly Bar'

The three were sat in the kitchen, Michonne was leaning against a cabinet, Brooks leaning against the island facing her and Will was laying on top of a work surface. His arms were behind his head, his eyes shut. They had found sustainable wires to tie Michonne's hands to the cabinet handle, just to be safe.

Brooks didn't want to be doing this. She didn't want to be holding Michonne at gunpoint. She wanted to go back to Daryl, Merle and everybody else. However, she found herself needing to see her friends in Woodbury. Despite the fact Michonne was her aunt, the two hadn't spoken since Brooks found out about Marliya.

The young girl got sick of the quiet. "Did you know that fat people weren't referred to as jolly before Coca Cola took the folk law of Saint Nicholas and turned him into propaganda for their company?"

Michonne pursed her lips together. "I did not."

Brooks clicked her tongue. "Well, now ya do... Maybe the Joey that owned this jolly bar was overweight, or somethin'. I'm just tryin' to figure out the name, because bars aren't typically jolly, you know?"

"Brooks, you don't have to do this." Michonne tried, eyeing the gun in the little girl's hand.

"I trained my girl well." Will stated. "She's gonna keep you like that till day-break. Isn't that right, baby? You wouldn't wanna upset me, now, would you?"

She swallowed thickly. "Course not, daddy."

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Michonne carefully listened to Will's snoring, as she watched Brooks slowly falling asleep. Her head bobbed up and down a couple times, as her hands slowly lowered to her lap. The gun quietly fell from her grip and onto the ground. Michonne reached over with her leg, and used her foot to bring it over.

Her main goal? Make sure Brooks didn't accidentally hit the trigger in her sleep and get herself hurt. Michonne was worried for Brooks, not herself. The woman listened as Brooks' breaths got deeper, before she managed to slip through the wires on her wrists. She didn't make it obvious earlier, but she could've escaped. She just didn't want to abandon Brooks.

She shook her hands out a couple times, before she grabbed the gun and tucked it into her belt. Michonne peered over at Will who was sleeping on her katana and the strap. She cursed under her breath, but getting it wasn't worth the risk of waking him. Michonne could've shot Will there and then, but Brooks would wake up and never forgive her. Michonne needed Brooks to realise on her own that Will was a bad man, then, she'd kill him.

Carefully, Michonne tucked one arm under Brooks' back, and the other under her knees before she slowly lifted the girl. Brooks has always been a light sleeper, a single creak would wake her. She'd been like that since birth, trained to always be on the lookout for her father's iron fist. However, Brooks' body felt drawn to Michonne. Her subconscious let her stay asleep, because it felt it was safe with Michonne.

It was easy for Michonne to escape the bar while holding Brooks since Will didn't think it necessary to put out any precautions against walkers. Behind the bar was open farm land, just in front of it was the long stretch of road they'd been walking and on the other side was a forest. She decided the woodland safer for herself and Brooks, that taking the forest would be the advantage if Will were to wake up soon.