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[thesamurai]

[ Michonne's been here two years. Daryl was here before her, left right before she got here like ships passing each other in the night. Whatever that cliche statement is. She's become friends with Dan because he has Daryl's face but she misses Daryl; hell, she misses everyone. Anyone from home that's a part of her family is what she needs in Wonderland, more than anything.

Every now and then she wanders the mansion, just patrols when it's been a while since an event. Her katana is on her back heavy boots on her feet, and when she passes right under Daryl she pauses. Something makes the hair on the back of her neck stand up and she frowns, forehead creasing as she looks around, feeling watched, reaching for the hilt of her sword.

That faint ping makes her slightly tilt her head, trying to listen, to hear where it came from, to hear it again. Her entire body is tense, ready to strike if needed, wondering if that sound was the ushering in of something terrible. ]

[boonie]

I guess a spoonful of sugar doesn't help the medicine go down.

[Daryl doesn't bother leaving his roost, but he also doesn't pick up his weapon. Not yet. He knows who she is, but can't trust it at face value yet. She's the first person from home he's even seen so far and she came in so randomly it's not something he's ready to accept as truth yet.

Michonne has a way about her few people would even understand, so he'll know when it's the real deal if it comes to that. He's got a full quiver, and he's still in the same clothes he's always in. Greasy hair, gritty look, why bother changing when he's not sure how long the pipe dream's gonna last? Daryl didn't give into this kind of crap, he couldn't buy it, not after everything he's seen.]

[thesamurai]

[ As soon as she hears that voice, she wonders how she could have ever thought Dan was Daryl.

Sorry, Dan.

Her head tilts up and as soon as she sees him, she takes one step back with the sheer weight of relief and how Daryl he looks. Same one who skinned opossums on Carol's pretty white porch in Alexandria. Same him, through and through. How did she miss him showing up? Shit. ]

This place is super fucked up, but you don't have to sit in the shadows.

[ She'll be the last one to tell him it's a paradise vacation, and it took her a while to come out of the shadows too, but she was alone. He isn't. ]

[boonie]

Nobody makes me do anything.

[Which is code for vantage points were just an old habit and a personal favorite of his. He knew he didn't have to and maybe if he gave half a shit he would have tried to mingle but so far the whole place just left a bad taste in his mouth.]

We know who's in charge of this sideshow?

[The collective we that was their group. More than family, bonds that were stronger than blood, no matter what. If this really was Michonne she wouldn't mind him being up front. He didn't pull punches for anybody anymore.]

[thesamurai]

No shit.

[ But she says that with a half laugh because that's Daryl and she knows for damn sure no one's ever going to make him do a single thing he doesn't want to.

Squaring her shoulders a little, she lets out a breath. It's not easy to keep talking to him like this, head back, staring up at the ceiling, but for now, she will if that's what it takes. ]

You're not gonna like the only answer there is. Which is 'who the hell knows?'. There's a queen, but we never see her. And it all sounds like made up bullshit. But I've been here two years and never heard a better explanation.

[boonie]

"Two years?" The look on his face says what he's thinking without him having to, he ain't gonna hide anything from Michonne. That's pointless. "Bullshit. I saw you and Rick, just the other day."

More reasons not to trust it here, and maybe at home, he would've already raised his weapon, but it's loaded right now, and so far he's confident he'd be able to make the first move- even if she did strike.

"What about the geeks?" The first and only question you asked as a refugee from the balls to the wall hell that as their life back home. Walkers, when it came down to it, they were the only thing that mattered. People you could deal with on a case by case basis. Even people like Negan. Walkers weren't just the law of the land, knowing their numbers was life and death when it came to a new environment.

[thesamurai]

Yeah, I know. When we're here time doesn't move back home.

[ There's probably no actual way she's going to get Daryl to believe her, and pleading for him to understand isn't really her thing. ]

No walkers. Usually.

[ She's not going to tell him never. It's not true. Especially now that their numbers in the zombie apocalypse crew just grew by one. (Which she's grateful for.) ]

This place brings us here, somehow. No one knows how. But it takes our memories and brings them to life. So. Every now and then, someone's memory of walkers gets played out, we have to deal with it. But it's only a few days. Then it goes back to no geeks.

[ When she'd gone through her first zombie event, and yes, she does call them that now with ease, she'd been pissed. Pissed because people not from that type of world saw it as a game. Pissed because that kind of world was entertainment people paid to watch to be scared. Pissed because it ended and it wasn't just what life was for people. She's over it, now.

Mostly. ]

What's the last thing you remember? From home?

[boonie]

[Daryl isn't even gonna honor that with a response, the back of his head finds the surface he's sitting against. None of this makes sense. Back home, the blood, the carnage- that made sense to him. Some preschool fairy tale playing at being the real deal sure as shit wasn't something he was just gonna buy right into.]

I was on my way to Hilltop.

[Vague, but honest enough that if she did know what he was talking about she'd pick up on it pretty quick. Daryl had to fight the urge to turn it around on her, ask her the same question instead of answering it- but since he seemed to be stuck in this preschool nightmare he decided to play the game.]

[thesamurai]

[ Michonne's gut churns a little and she feels her entire being tense. She has to ask because she doesn't know, not for sure. ]

Before Negan? Or after Negan?

[ That's what it is now; life before being forced on her knees on the pavement in the dark, or life after with one less person that isn't Daryl. And maybe it isn't her, either, because he's not looking at her like she's a ghost, at least. ]

[boonie]

[Her response is enough to dissuade any more doubt on his end. No walkers around yet, nothing else that seems like a threat, so he comes down from his roost to really get an understanding of what's going on.

Daryl isn't happy because he doesn't know where she stands but he sure as hell knows what he's had to deal with.]

After. Now you, same question.

[thesamurai]

[ Michonne swallows, looking down a little. ]

When I came here. I was still on my knees.

[ Now, she looks back up at him, tears there, in her eyes, but not falling. ]

I don't know who it is. Just figure now it's not you. And it's not me.

if you don't wanna continue this it's cool ;) muse just struck me!

[boonie]

[Nobody's told her who they really lost, and how they kept losing people. Rick was just on the other side of being Negan's beck and call bitch when he finally got away from the sanctuary but not before being tortured every single day and eating dog food sandwiches.

People dying, getting sacrificed by other people was the least of their worries. Bad blood was boiling. He'd been on the inside this whole time. Long enough to know that if they did stand up there wasn't any way to back down.

Didn't help that Daryl didn't have the heart to tell her who it was and how bad it was, maybe she was better off not knowing.]

Well, at least you can still reason.

[It's not an insult, not coming from Daryl, he's been here a few hours but he knows that being here in this place... wherever this place was, could definitely delude someone's world view. It didn't take a genius to figure that out.]

Who else is here? Just you?

here i am late with feels

[thesamurai]

[ There's no offense taken. It's just Daryl. God, she's glad he's here.

For a few minutes, Michonne says nothing, not sure how to tell an already cagey friend who doesn't quite believe all of this - maybe with one foot out the door on whether or not he even thinks she's not some trick - that someone who's been dead for a while now is right here in Wonderland.

But she can't hold onto her silence forever. ]

There's a girl here, maybe about eleven, named Clementine. She knew Glenn, back in Atlanta.

[ She pauses for a beat. ]

Andrea's here.