𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 , carl grimes

𝟎𝟎𝟑. 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬

Malaya had insisted to Rick that she was present for Michonne's interrogation, and reluctantly, he'd agreed

As she waited for Michonne to speak up, her mind wandered to Woodbury, whether they were the reason Michonne was injured or if they were looking for her. May sat on the table, Daryl stood beside her, crossbow at the ready, "We can treat that for you. Give you a little food and water, and then send you on your way," Rick offered, but it wasnt out the kind of his heart — He needed information in return, "But you're gonna have to tell us how you found us, and why you were carrying formula."

Michonne sat still, hand holding a rag to her leg, "The supplies were dropped by a young Asian guy with a pretty girl," it all clicked, everyone around stirring around at the mention of Maggie and Glenn, who had been out for longer than expected

"Were they attacked?" Hershel asked, dread washing over his face. May watched as Kat reached over and rubbed his shoulder

"They were taken," Michonne responded, gaze flickering to Malaya as her worst fears came true. Woodbury was infact looking for her, and kidnapping others as they did so

"Taken? By who?" Rick pressed, leaning closer to the woman

"By the same son of a bitch who shot me," the Blake girl felt sick to her stomach. She was certain it was none other than Merle, most definitely the only soldier skilled enough to shot Michonne and kidnap what seemed like two other skilled fighters

"These are our people. You tell us what happened now!" he warned, digging his nails into the wound on her leg

"Rick!" Kat shouted as Michonne grunted in pain

"Dont you ever touch me again!" Michonne warned through gritted teeth, finger pointed at Rick

"Then you better start talking," Daryl backed Rick up, slowly approaching with his crossbow raised at Michonne, "You're gonna have a much bigger problem than a gunshot wound."

Michonne's face relaxed, "Find 'em yourself," she said calmly, Rick immediately responding by pushing Daryl's crossbow down

The Grimes man moved to the side, standing inbetween Michonne and Daryl, "You came here for a reason," he said matter-of-factly. Michonne sighed, eyes finding Malaya's, before turning back to Rick

"There's a town. Woodbury," she told him, Malaya's stomach dropping at the mention of the dreaded place, "About seventy five survivors. Bet they were taken there."

"A whole town?" Rick said in disbelief

"Run by this man, Philip Blake. He calls himself the Governor," from across the room, Kat's brows furrowed at the man's name. She looked over to Malaya, who avoided eye contact by hanging her head low, "Pretty boy, charming. Jim Jones type."

"He got muscle?"

"Paramilitary wannabes. Pretty much useless," Michonne established, "But they have armed sentries on every wall," Malaya knew all this, and whilst the soldiers were pretty much useless, the defenses weren't — The town was a fortress

"You know a way in?" Michonne didnt say anything but her eyes told Rick what he wanted to hear. However, he scoffed, more questions to be asked, "How did you know your way here?"

"They said there was a prison. This direction, straight shot."

"This is Hershel," Kat told her, standing up and tucking her gun in her waistband, "Father of the girl who was taken. He'll take care of your leg," she didnt stop though, now face to face with Michonne, who was slightly shorter, "If you're lying to us, I swear to go, I'll slit your wrists and feed you to the walkers. Got it?"