#Michonne (The Walking Dead)

[dixons-sunshine]

➶you can just call me Krys➴

she/her or she/they. i can legally drink alcohol. reader and writer. bilingual girly. lover of many movies and tv shows. daryl dixon’s sunshine (confirmed). richonner. young!daryl and dad!daryl writer until i die. spiders and snakes can return to the depths of hell from whence they came. dog person. night owl. professional rambler.

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I take requests for the following people:

↬Daryl Dixon

↬Scud Frohmeyer

↬Murphy Macmanus

↬Vincent Bauer

↬Van (Floating 1997)

↬Rick Grimes

↬Michonne Hawthorne

↬Rosita Espinosa

↬Glenn Rhee

↬Carol Peletier

↬Negan Smith.

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⋆✮⋆ I’ll write any tropes/kinks I’m comfortable with, and I’ll let you know if I’m not! Some tropes/kinks I’m not comfortable with writing, though, is non-con, dub-con, incest, stepcest, pedophilia, pervert!(character), piss kinks, mommy/daddy kinks, huge age gaps where the reader is barely pushing 18 and daryl is in his late 40’s, hardcore degradation, cheating (if it’s Daryl cheating on the reader in a Daryl x reader story, for example), explicit, in detail sexual abuse scenes, and foot fetishes.

⋆✮⋆ I will not write character x character. I obviously have my favourite ships that I want to go canon, but I don’t feel comfortable writing fanfiction like that.

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HEALING WOUNDS (oneshot)

(michonne x gn! reader)

⋆★ word count : 626

⋆★ warnings : n/a

⋆★ abt : you and michonne have a fight, then later both make up. (hurt/comfort!)

⋆★ extra : wrote this for a friend <3, also name isn’t the best but it’s all I have in mind </3🫂

"it’s not my fault you’re incompetent enough to not get any supplies by yourself, you always expect me to do it"

“That's not true. You're just deflecting the blame. You're always running away from your problems instead of facing them”

“ me, deflecting? That’s all you don’t try and bring this on me. You’re the problem don’t try and turn this on me.”

It had all just started to blur together. You couldn’t really comprehend anything after that. That’s how you know. It was a stupid argument, and you can’t even remember what you were arguing about.

After that, you had avoided each other for days. You went about your business in Alexandria, trying to ignore the hurt and anger that had built up inside you. But you couldn't shake the feeling that you had lost something important - a good friend, a confidante, and a protector, something else.

One day, as you were sitting on your porch, you heard a knock at the door. You didn't want to answer it - you were still too angry and hurt, maybe even a little confused - but something inside you told you to go ahead. You hesitated at first but decided to just get it over and done with.

When you opened the door, you saw Michonne standing there as you expected, looking nervous and apologetic which was uncommon wjtb the mask she put on most of the time. "Can we talk? please" she asked.

You nodded trying to keep your cool, and she came inside. She sat down on the couch, and you sat across from her, your arms folded and your eyes cold.

"I'm sorry," she said, looking at the floor. "I shouldn't have said those things. I was angry, and I took it out on you."

You didn't say anything, but you felt a little bit of the anger start to melt away. Michonne had always been honest and straightforward with you, and you knew she meant what she said.

"I brought you something," she said, reaching into her bag. She pulled out a small package and handed it to you. It was poorly done but you could see that she tried her best, which made your heart warm.

You opened it up, and inside was a book - your favorite book, the one you had lost in the chaos of the world falling apart. You looked up at her, surprised and grateful.

"I found it on a run," she said, smiling a little. "I thought you might like it back."

You felt a warmth spread through you, and you realized that you had missed her more than you had realized. You stood up and went over to her, putting your arms around her in a hug.

"I'm sorry too," you said, your voice muffled by her shoulder. "I didn't mean to be so harsh."

She hugged you back slowly pressing your lips against hers, and you felt the tension between you start to fade away. For the rest of the afternoon, you talked and laughed and caught up on everything that had happened while you were apart. you even decided on a label, you were officially together.

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𝙳𝙰𝚈 𝚃𝚆𝙴𝙽𝚃𝚈-𝚃𝙷𝚁𝙴𝙴: Christmas Sweaters w/ Michonne Hawthorne

a/n: i love goofy michonne with all my heart of my goodness. this fanfic was a little vague, more description than dialogue, but i managed to throw daryl in there for a little cameo, so that's a little treat! this could be in any alexandria era truly, but mostly season 5 to early season 6!

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Matching sweaters was something that you had been doing with your family for what felt like generations, and you weren’t going to allow the apocalypse to disrupt that, not when you finally had a girlfriend to celebrate Christmas with.

Michonne was a patient, understanding, and loving person, your personalities almost alike in a way when it came to your goofiness, so you knew that once you had brought up the fact that you wanted to match, she was in no way going to disagree.

Was it a stupid thing to go out and risk your lives for? Maybe. Could you have made your own? Possibly. Did you want to do any of that, though? Absolutely not.

So, a quick trip to a shopping mall and then here you were, walking back into the gates clad in your ugly sweaters that had an even more horrendous reindeer on them. His eyes were googly, his fur made of brown sequins, and his nose a bright red thread. It was apparent that the Alexandrians couldn’t keep their eyes or their giggles to themselves as you proudly marched up to Daryl, who, against his own will, let out a snort.

“You two look ridiculous.” He couldn’t help but comment. Your cheesy smiles didn’t fade though. “That’s the whole point. I wanted to go with something a little bit more fashionable, but Mich suggested that we go with something a little bit sillier, just to keep the spirit alive.” You explained, looking at your girlfriend proudly.

“Well, it sure is workin’, them kids look like they're about to explode if they aren’t able to touch that thing.” And he was right, because turning your attention to what was going on behind you, were the eyes of curious children, desperateness in their eyes as they couldn’t tear their gazes away from the two of you.

“Well, let’s go let them then.” You declared. With hat, you and Michonne were off, hand-in-hand as you approached them.

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Drew my girl michonne :)

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the walking dead Michonne

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THE ONES WHO LIVE ◆ 1x04 "What We"

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pony virus au???

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Michonne + Cat 🐈 - TOWL s1.6 / TWD s7.10, s3.12

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Y/N: *knocks on door*

Rick: *opens the door* Hey, N/N, what can I do for-

Y/N: *grinning, wearing a witch hat* Trick or treat!

Rick: *confused* Trick or-? Y/N, you’re trick or treating in the middle of the apocalypse?

Y/N: *more serious now* Trick or treat

Rick: *sighs* You can’t just-

Carl: *appears next to Y/N out of nowhere, wearing a pirate hat and his eyepatch* Trick or treat!

Rick: Not you too-

Daryl: *appears out of nowhere behind them, wearing a blanket tied around his shoulders as a cape, excited* Did he choose trick?!

Rick: *scared now* Wh-what? N-no-

Michonne: *walking in with her sword and pointing it at Rick* Trick or treat?

Rick: *almost crying because he’s so confused* What are you even supposed to be?! You’re not even dressed up!

Y/N: She’s a ninja. Duh. Now, answer her question

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[dixons-sunshine]

Because Of Her | Michonne Hawthorne x Fem!Reader

Summary: You met Michonne not long after your camp fell. The two of you wandered the world side by side, always sticking by one another's side through thick and thin. However, somewhere along those lines, friendship and feelings got blurred together, and all it took was for you to get hurt for her to admit that.

Genre: Angst, fluff.

Era: Prison, season 3.

Warnings: Swearing, blood, mentions of death.

Word count: 1.9k.

A/n: Changed the title because this took an entirely different turn than what I originally wanted. Also, I'm sick at the moment, so my mind isn't really clear, so I apologize if this sucks. However, I hope you like this!

Everything was a blur to you. One minute, you were laughing and checking for weapons in the abandoned prison bus with Michonne. The next minute, you found yourself cowering to avoid the bullets that the Governor and his men were shooting at you, using your own weapon to eliminate the approaching walkers while you made a run for the safety of the cellblocks.

“Shit! Michonne, to your left!” you called out desperately, using your gun to shoot a walker that nearly took a chunk out of your arm.

Michonne used her katana to take out a walker that was heading towards her. Once the threat was taken care of, she turned towards you and extended her hand in your direction. “Come on, we gotta go!”

Grabbing her hand, the two of you made a run for it, evading the undead that wanted to make the two of you their next meals. Michonne had to temporarily let go of your hand to kill an approaching walker, and you took the liberty to shoot back at the men that wanted to murder each and every one of you.

You felt a sharp pain shoot through your side, and you hissed. Michonne, perceptive as ever, looked over at you, concern written all over her beautiful features. You wanted to do nothing more than to cup her cheeks and kiss her frown away, but you knew that would never happen—so you settled for her friendship. It was better to have her as your friend than not have her in your life at all.

“You okay?” Michonne hurriedly asked you, her eyes scanning over your form worriedly.

You nodded and took her hand again, subconsciously longing for the comfort the warmth of her hand brought you. “I'm fine. Let's go!”

What felt like centuries but was in reality only a few seconds, you and Michonne finally reached the gates leading to the cellblocks. Maggie, spotting you and Michonne, hurriedly opened the gates and ushered the two of you inside. Just as the two of you rushed to safet, the Governor and his people retreated, their vehicles rumbling away in the distance.

“What the fuck happened?!” you exclaimed, sharing bewildered looks with Maggie and Michonne. “How can they retaliate this fast?”

“They have the numbers. The Governor told a story to his people and he decided that we'd make the perfect antagonists,” Maggie spat out bitterly. “With people now thinking we're the bad guys, it would make sense for the Governor to play into their fear and convince them to fight.”

Before you could reply, Rick came rushing through the gates. The man you had learned to be named Daryl was hot on his tail, followed closely by the guy you probably hated more than the Governor—Merle Dixon.

Rick, cleverly sensing that you, Michonne and Maggie weren't all too thrilled to see the man who caused you all so much pain and suffering, sent you all a warning but pleading look. “Not now, please. We'll discuss this inside.”

Eyeing the older Dixon with distaste, you scoffed and turned to walk back into the safety of the prison. Michonne followed behind you, not sparing the people she had yet to trust a second glance.

As the two of you walked into the prison, your adrenaline started to wear off. The sting in your side started throbbing painfully, but you chose to ignore it for the time being, not wanting to start a fuss over you when there was more pressing concerns at hand.

And as you walked, you were unaware of the blood seeping through your shirt, the bullet still lodged in your flesh, no exit wound in sight.

“Field's filled with walkers,” Rick Grimes started, walking over to the group that had assembled to form a plan to fight back against the Governor. “I didn't see any snipers out there, but we'll keep Maggie on watch.”

“I could be up in the guard tower. Take out half them walkers and give these guys a chance to fix the fence,” Daryl offered an idea, standing with his hands on his hips.

“Or use some of the cars to put the bus in place,” Michonne replied, sharing a glance with you.

You nodded at her suggestion, subtly clutching your side as the pain only worsened. “I could do it. Just give me some extra ammo for my gun.”

“No, there's no way you're doing it alone,” Michonne instantly denied. “I'm going with you.”

“No, you need to stay here. You're one of the strongest fighters. It doesn't matter if the walkers get to me. If the Governor comes back—”

“I don't care about that,” Michonne cut you off, shaking her head and sending you a pointed look. “I can't let anything happen to you.”

“Mich—”

“No need to go at each other's throats,” Hershel interrupted, diffusing the situation in a calm voice. “Besides, there's no way we can access the field without burning through our bullets.”

“So we're trapped in here,” Glenn mused unenthusiastically. “There's barely any food or ammo.”

“We've been here before. We'll be alrigh',” Daryl replied, chewing on his thumbnail.

As Glenn countered his words, your head started to spin. Your vision was starting to blur and it felt as if all the life had been drained from you. You stumbled a bit, accidentally bumping into the archer.

Daryl steadied you, sending you a confused frown. “The hell's wrong with ya?”

Michonne looked at you in concern. She placed her hand on your forearm, gently rubbing her thumb over your exposed skin. “Y/n, are you okay?”

You nodded weakly. “Yeah, I'm...” you started but trailed off, unable to speak properly. The world was spinning, and the floor was seemingly starting to disappear around you.

“Y/n?”

Michonne's voice was the last thing you heard before everything started to go black. You fell back, your eyes closing. The last thing you remembered before you fell unconscious was someone catching you, their arms wrapping around you to pick you up.

You felt groggy when you finally woke up again. The pain in your side had somehow increased yet lessened at the same time, and your head was pounding relentlessly. You groaned and tried to sit up, but a voice startled you.

“S'probably not a good idea to do tha' righ' now.”

Looking up, you locked eyes with Daryl. The man was leaning against the open cell door, watching you in intrigue. His eyes closely followed your movements, ensuring that you didn't injure yourself more, a pleading request for him to do so by Michonne.

“Why do you care what happens to me?” you asked in confusion. “If I were to stand up right now and drop dead, why would you care?”

“I dun',” Daryl shrugged, pushing himself off the doorframe and walking into the cell. “But yer girlfriend cares, and I promised her I'd make sure ya were okay, and I ain't one fer breakin' promises.”

“She isn't my girlfriend,” you corrected him, eliciting an amused snort from the man.

However, when Daryl saw that you were being serious, he looked surprise. “Damn, the two of ya ain't goin' steady?”

“No,” you confirmed, albeit with a sullen undertone in your voice. “She isn't even in to women.”

“But ya are.”

“Yup,” you confirmed, knowing there was no use in hiding the truth from him. “But Michonne isn't. You have a better chance to get with her than I do.”

“Fer some reason, I highly doubt tha',” Daryl mused, chuckling at your confused expression. “I overheard her tellin' Carol tha' “it wasn't supposed to be like this” and tha' she “should've said somethin' sooner”.”

“That could mean a lot of things. It doesn't mean that she's in to me.”

“If ya say so,” Daryl replied, sending a nod in your direction. “I'll go tell her tha' yer awake.”

“Thanks, Daryl,” you thanked him, receiving another nod in return before the man left the cell.

A few painful, agonizing minutes passed before you could hear shuffling outside the makeshift medical cell. You looked up just in time to see Michonne rushing in, a relieved expression on her face.

You opened your mouth to talk, but you were cut off. Michonne dropped to her knees beside the bed and gently grabbed your face in her hands, firmly pressing her lips against yours.

Your eyes widened in surprise for a moment, completely caught off guard, but you soon closed your eyes and felt yourself melting into the kiss. The kiss ended way too quickly for your liking, Michonne being the one to pull back first.

Michonne looked deeply into your eyes, worry and relief fighting for dominance in her beautiful irises. You brought your hand up the her face, softly rubbing her cheeks with the pads of her thumbs.

“Not that I'm complaining, but what was that for?” you asked her in a whisper.

Michonne shook her head, willing the tears in her eyes to go away. “Just in case something else happens that takes you away from me,” she explained. “I needed you to know how I felt, even if I'm fucking pissed at you.”

You frowned in confusion. “Wait, why?”

“Because you kept that bullet wound a secret and you almost died!” she exclaimed in exasperation. “How long have you had this?”

“A bullet wound?” you questioned, shaking your head in realization. “That's what that pain was. One of the Governor's asshole groupies shot me.”

“Yeah, and you told me you were fine, you bitch,” she replied, wiping the tears that formed in her eyes away. “Don't ever hide something like that from me again. I can't lose you too.”

“Wait,” you started, finally grasping what had happened. “You kissed me. Holy shit, you kissed me! You like me!”

Michonne laughed and nodded. “Yeah, I do. I'm sorry for not telling you sooner. I was scared I was gonna ruin our friendship.”

“I didn't even know you liked women. I thought you liked guys,” you responded, surprise evident in your tone.

“You do know it's possible for someone to like men and women, right?”

“I wouldn't know. I've only ever liked girls.”

Michonne chuckled, before lowering her head to rest against your hand that layed flat on the bed. “Please don't leave. I wouldn't survive if I lost you too.”

You smiled at her, the atmosphere between the two of you making a permanent shift. “I'm not going anywhere. You're stuck with me.”

“I guess I could live with that,” she smiled, before lifting her head and leaning in for another kiss, one that you instantly reciprocated.

As you melted into the kiss, even though your side was killing you, you had to admit to yourself, you have never felt more at ease than at that moment. And you guessed you probably should tell Daryl he was right, but that was a discussion for another day. At that moment, all you wanted to do was melt into Michonne's arms.

You were content for the first time in a long time, and it was all because of her.

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You're the brave man? I am. But maybe you can call me dad.

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The Walking Dead: The Ones Who Live Season 1, Episode 5: Become

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