Giving Michandrea a try. Been watching a lot of The Walking Dead and reading a lot of those ImagineyourOTP challenges when I came up with a prompt of my own. ImagineyourOTP: Person A bring Person B home to meet Person A's family. AU (maybe OOC) Enjoy!

"I want to put my hands on her hands, feel the heat from her skin. Get reckless in the starlight. I'm movin' to the beat of her heart, I was so lost until tonight. Tonight.

I found you in my darkest hour. I found you in the pouring rain. I found you when I was on my knees and your light brought me back again.

I found you in a river of pure emotion." ~ The Wanted

She sighed as she eyed the house.

"Are we going in or are we just gonna have a heat stroke out here?"

She turned to her companion. "I dunno yet. It's not my dad and Amy that bother me."

"We don't have to do it."

"I want to…I'm not gonna deny the truth about something so important Michonne." She shot down the woman before she could finish.

"Okay…but can we go inside at least Andrea…it's hot."

"Of course it is, it's Florida." The blonde smiled but stepped forward and rang the doorbell. A taller sandy-brown haired man opened the door a few moments later. He smiled warmly when his eyes focused on Andrea.

"Hey stranger." He chuckled.

"Dad." Andrea almost fell into his arms as he hugged her. It felt good to be home. He stood back and offered a small smile to her partner. "This is…?" He offered a hand. "Michonne, I want to introduce Amy and mom to her."

Michonne took the man's hand and offered a firm shake. He ushered them inside.

Andrea dropped her backpack in the hallway and looked up when her dad called for her sister and mother. "Look who I found." He shouted as he made his way through a doorframe. She motioned for Michonne to follow and lead her into the living room.

"Oh my gosh!" A smaller, more fragile looking blonde jumped up from the couch and swooped down on Andrea. "Why didn't you say you were coming?"

"I wanted it to be a surprise." Andrea held her baby sister close for a long moment. It'd been over a year since they'd seen each other. She stepped back and tried to smile pleasantly at her mother who stood and moved closer.

"Andrea." The blonde gave a stiff smile.

The taller of the two returned it. "Mom." They hugged awkwardly. The woman looked over her daughter's shoulder. "Who's our friend Andrea?"

Andrea stepped back to Michonne's side. "Mom, Amy, this is Michonne." She took the other woman's hand and bit her lip nervously before smiling. "My girlfriend."

"I knew it!" Her dad did a fist pump before chuckling. Amy hushed him with a smile of her own as she stepped forward again to hug her sister. She whispered a congratulations before hugging Michonne, she ignored that the woman stiffened before giving her a one-armed hug in return.

Her mother said nothing, only nodding stiffly.

Later at dinner, after finding out Andrea's parents names were Joshua and Leanne, the blonde told her family they were going to be there for the weekend.

"That's awesome! You should visit more often Andy." Amy gushed.

Their father glared at his wife before agreeing with her. "We could have a party tomorrow, invite some friends."

"No." Leanne spoke quickly. She continued to eat as the others stopped. Michonne noted her girlfriend's rising anger and gripped her leg comfortingly under the table. It didn't help as much as she hoped.

This had clearly been a long time coming.

"Why not? Maybe I want to see some of my friends from school instead of calling and e-mailing."

"No Andrea."

"I'm not a teenager mom. You can't tell me who I can and can't see."

"While you're in my house I can and will."

"Who says the party will be here?"

Joshua sighed and glanced at Amy who shrugged helplessly. "Can we not do this now?" He asked carefully.

"I agree." Leanne mumbled.

Andrea sucked her teeth and leaned forward, pushing her half eaten meal away. "Let's just be honest here…you don't want anyone you know knowing I'm dating a female and a black one at that."

"I am not racist!" Leanne hissed.

"No, but someone of color would never be your first choice for me." Her mother was quiet which proved her point. "While we're at it let's focus on the fact that things are once again about you."

"Andrea,"

"No…I'm done. I think Michonne and I are done with our visit." Andrea stood, Michonne followed her example. "And just so you know," she held up her left hand for them to see. They gasped. "We're getting married at the end of the year…you can count yourself uninvited mother." She turned and stormed out of the kitchen.

Michonne sighed. "I'm sorry." She offered before following after her.

"Andy, wait!" The blonde turned, glaring through the sunlight in her eyes to see Michonne and her father following after her. Joshua frowned as he placed his hands on his hips. "Please…at least talk with her."

"Dad…it's not going to change anything. It's always like this with her and you know it."

He nodded. "I do know, but this is important. Just be the bigger person."

Andrea sighed before nodding and heading back inside. Michonne stood by her, silent but her presence comforting her partner. Leanne stepped into the hallway, Amy behind her.

"Michonne, dad wants to talk to you." Amy smiled kindly. The woman glanced to her fiancée who nodded, she mumbled 'okay' and gripped Andrea's hand before offering a smile and following the younger sister.

Andrea heard her father make a joke and offer Michonne a drink. She smiled before remembering what she was about to do and frowned, looking back at her mother. "Mom."

"Andrea…I apologize for that…but there's no party being held here for this…this…"

"This what? What mom…my engagement to Michonne?"

"Andrea,"

"No. I can't do this anymore mom. My whole life you've always done this. Because of the friends you have or think you have, the places you go…you have never let me do something that just makes me happy. When I wanted to go to school for art I let you talk me out of it because you would be embarrassed of having a 'starving artist' as a daughter. When I wanted to take those dance classes you insisted I only take Ballet even though I didn't want to because you said the way I wanted to dance made me seem like a…what was it…thug?"

Leanne said nothing.

Andrea gave a humorless chuckle. "I…," she held up her hands to try and emote what she was feeling. "I am in love. In love mom…and I am getting married and I want so badly for us to just get over your petty shit! But there is something in you that just cannot let me do what makes me happy I don't know why but I refuse to let you screw this up for me. If you decide not to show up…that's on you." She shrugged. "I am gonna go see my friends and introduce them to my fiancée."

She glanced past her mother when she saw movement, Michonne stood there with Joshua behind her and Amy beside him.

She didn't say anything, she found she usually didn't have to with Michonne, she simply held out her hand and smiled when the woman didn't hesitate to step forward and take it. They left quietly.

Leanne turned to her husband and younger daughter. Joshua shook his head. "Is it impossible for you to just swallow your pride woman?"

"Daddy." Amy tried.

"No, stop defending her Amy, she's wrong. Andy was right…you talked her out of a lot of things and I-I let you and I regret that." He crossed his arms. "I love you honey, but this nonsense has to stop."

"You can't possibly agree with her marrying that woman." Leanne scoffed.

He shrugged. "Her name is Michonne, and she's actually very nice from what I've gathered. Andrea is a pretty decent judge of character and you heard what she said Anny…she's in love. Love…you remember that don't you?"

"Josh."

"Stop. Just stop. We only have two kids in the whole world, hell even if we had five or seven I'd still be saying the same thing. Amy and I are going to that wedding." His voice left no room for argument, but she opened her mouth to do it anyways but he held up a hand. "She's your daughter Anny…try and remember that. I for one am not gonna miss the chance for her to happy."

Leanne remained silent.

"This world tends to suck, granted it could be worse, but it's hard to live here without any happiness and I think she's listened to what we've wanted to earn a little bit of it don't you think?" He rubbed a hand over his hair before sighing and turning back into the kitchen.

The woman turned to her daughter. "And you?"

Amy smiled. "I think she would have done well to go to school for art. She hates her job mom. She hates doing a lot of the things you talk her into. She's the same Andrea she's always been, just because she doesn't believe what you do doesn't make her wrong." She turned and followed after her father.

Only a two-shot story. Part 2 will be uploaded soon :) We need more Michandrea fics! The song at the start by The Wanted is for my Michandrea playlist, I feel like that's the song that would play when Michonne first saved Andrea.