It wasn't impossible for Michonne to let go. She could. She could relax, unwind, let herself just not be hyper-vigilant for a few hours. It didn't happen regularly, least of all when her surroundings weren't the safest, but it happened. And if it was going to happen, here or anywhere else, she'd likely say it would have to be around Rick, possibly around Daryl. She trusted better these days, knew herself a little better, had let go of a little of the resentment and bitterness. She'd grieved for her boy, she'd moved past the guilt finally.
She'd let Rick and Carl in.
She figured she could continue along that vein, and if it meant letting her guard down enough to relax, even have a drink (just the one mind you) then she guessed that would be okay. "Just make sure, if you do, it's none of the cheap stuff." Once upon a time, Michonne liked to visit some upscale bars. Before she settled down and had her son, she'd go out with girlfriends. Back when she had some. She liked her alcohol with a kick.
Now, she'd just like clean water. Cold, clean water was a blessing.
"I'll be fine." She didn't want for much, not really. She wasn't materialistic, didn't really need people fussing. She'd get herself on her feet and be useful again. But she wouldn't rush it, for their sake, she'd do it properly at least. "Although, when we go in, there's a book by my bedside. If you don't mind." As much as she enjoyed reading through comics with Carl, she did need a few things a little more stimulating. And the library here was certainly big enough.