"Carl?"
"Yeah Michonne?"
"Want to help me with something?"
"What?"
"I know fashion may seem a bit girly, but do you want to help me fix my windbreaker?"
"Sewing? Carol could do a better job than me."
"No, no no. I want to cut the back of it open."
"So you want to make it not a windbreaker?"
"Your dad keeps taking mine, insisting it's his. I'm going to make sure he can't do that anymore. I grow weary."
"Sure, I'll help."

Michonne smiled to herself as Carl went to find the scissors. She went next door and borrowed some sewing supplies from Carol. She found some paracord in the garage and when she reentered the kitchen, Carl was sitting there eagerly with the scissors.

"So, measure three inches across the back and keep that width all the way across hon."
He grabbed the tape measure from the basket from Carol and began to mark the back of the jacket. Though he would never admit it, Michonne knew he was kind of excited to be doing this.

She took the strip that Carl had cut from the middle of the jacket about ten minutes later and began to cut it in half.

"So, since those two ends are going to be held together by this nifty paracord, we don't want it to break, so we're going to sew a strip onto each side of the jacket. Make it a bit stronger."

Michonne threaded a needle for Carl and he got to work, only getting frustrated every once in a while, but figuring it out faster and faster each time. He finished his side a few minutes after Michonne.

They stopped working for a moment as Carl asked, "How'd you get so good at this?"
"My little boy-"
"André."
"André was very rambunctious. I sewed a lot of holes in his shirts, his jackets, his socks. Lot of practice Carl."

"Michonne. What the hell are you doing to that lovely windbreaker?"

She glared at Rick as he entered the kitchen.

"Don't be mean."

"Seriously, what the hell. Deanna was nice enough to give them to us."
"I know," Michonne answered evenly as she walked out to the garage again, Carl at her heels and Rick following behind, everso confused.
She found a toolbox and began saying to Carl, "We can use the Phillip's head to put holes in it."
"Now you want to put holes in the damned thing?" Rick asked, clearly ousted from the conversation.

Michonne brushed by him and Carl followed again. They settled down at the table with markers and they measured from opposite sides of the measuring tape, spots half an inch apart. Rick watched in utter befuddlement at his son and his friend systematically destroying this jacket that finally united them with the Alexandrians.

He walked away and went upstairs to take a shower. He was angry that Michonne wouldn't give him a straight answer as to why she so aggressively was rejecting the job she was worried she wouldn't get.

When he went back downstairs he found Carl tying a knot in some paracord at the bottom of the jacket that apparently was put back together. Carl helped Michonne put the garment on and applauded as she turned around. They high- fived and then Michonne caught sight of Rick. She jokingly strutted down the hallway like a model and he wolf- whistled at her, making her crack up and Carl grinned at the interaction between the two.

"What's with the afternoon craft, you two?"
"I hope to God, you don't steal my jacket ever again."

Michonne grinned at him as he stood there like the dumbass that he was.