Chapter Sixty-Two // {jordan's pov}

a/n: Some speech is directly taken from Season 6, Episode 9, 'No Way Out.' All rights to AMC's The Walking Dead.

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My eyes drifted from the window to Carl as he entered the lounge room of Jessie's house. We were watching the walkers claw at the windows, trying to get inside. He walked in a bee-line, straight towards me. He lifted his shirt up slightly, showing Ron's gun held firmly in his waistband. Carl dropped his shirt, covering it again.

"I'm sorry about that," I grumbled, biting the inside of my cheek. Carl shrugged, giving me a small smile.

"His Dad was an asshole," Carl stated bluntly. I nodded in total agreement, he would've been an issue if he wasn't killed. I could tell he wasn't one to listen to orders from anyone. 

Crying echoed from upstairs, my eyes widened slightly realising Judith may gain more walkers' attention.

"I'll get her," Rick spoke up before anyone else could. I watched as he quickly made his way upstairs. Then he was gone from my view.

"Are you two okay?" Carl questioned in a cautious matter. I took the time to notice how tall he was, but also how short I was.

I nodded slowly, "he subconsciously stopped me from doing something stupid today."

Carl frowned at me and rolled his eyes.

"Don't we all stop you from doing something stupid everyday?" he questioned sarcastically. I playfully punched his arm. I shook my head, grinning. How offensive.

"I was going to leave to find the others.. Glenn... Daryl... My Dad... Plus to get back at Rick for leaving. I'm glad that I didn't," I ranted, staring at the walkers outside the house.

"Uh... Did Dad tell you..?" Carl asked, slightly frowning.

"Tell me what?" I raised an eyebrow at him. He suddenly looked troubled, trying to find the right words to say. Then I realised what he was trying to say without hurting me.

"Oh. That my Father died? Yes, he did," I took a sharp breath of air in. I probably sounded cold hearted or as if I didn't care, but it was so difficult to come to terms with after everything with my Mother and him splitting, him disappearing.. I could hardly believe that he found me after all this shit happened.

"I'm sorry," Carl mumbled, before wrapping his arms around me.

"Don't be."

We immediately separated as the front door started to creak. 

"Oh shit," I gasped, realising the door was about to break, "quick, push against the furniture!"

All of us ran towards the door, pushing all our body weight against it. Jessie and Carl screamed out to Rick, who was upstairs with Judith. I could hear footsteps rushing down the stairs, Rick appeared. He sprinted towards us, trying to help.

"There's too many of them!" Gabriel yelled out, stating what was on all of our minds. Was this it? Were we going to get swarmed by walkers inside Jessie's house? 

"Everyone, get upstairs now!" Michonne screamed from the next room over. We all backed up from the door, the furniture slowly started falling away as walkers barged their way through, desperate for a feed.

Rick pushed me in front of him as we ran to the stairs. He took up the rear, making sure no walkers were too close. I carefully ran up the stairs, without falling. We made it to the second flight.

"The couch! Let's block the stairs," Rick shouted over the groans of the walkers. I helped him push the couch into the stairway, separating us and the dead. 

He turned to Michonne who was standing beside me, "I got this one, you get the one behind it. We're gonna need at least two," he stated, referring to the walkers. I realised exactly what he was planning.

Guts.

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I followed behind the pair as they dragged them into a bedroom.

"You stay here. You see anyone squeezing through, you get me," Rick commanded Carl as he dragged a walker's body past. Carl nodded and flicked the safety off of his gun, keeping it beside him.

"We're gonna need bed sheets, enough for everyone," Rick stated as he placed the body down.

Jessie frowned, "bed sheets for what?" Sometimes I forgot that these people would've never had to of done this. I realised that it masked the smell early on when a failed attempt to kill a walker got me covered with guts. I managed to leave outer Atlanta pretty much unnoticed. 

"We all go to the armory," Rick carried on, ignoring her. Gabriel pushed past me with bed sheets. At least he was on the ball. He was good, he was becoming willing to learn and to help out.

"How?" Jessie questioned again. She was nice and all, but did she really have to keep asking questions? I was getting fed up. I wanted this to all be over with. I think my patience level was lower than the usual due to being pregnant.

"We're gonna gut these things. Cover ourselves with the insides. It'll mask our smell, make them think we're like them," he paused, "I've done it before. We stay calm, we don't draw attention, we can move right through them."

"They're in the house and they're making noise. More are coming," Michonne spoke calmly, trying to make them understand the need for us to leave.

As soon as Michonne and Rick started 'gutting them,' my stomach turned. I took a deep breath in suddenly, praying that the nausea feeling would stop.

Jessie glanced at me worriedly, "are you alright?"

I could see Rick look up at me in my peripheral vision. I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. I rushed out of the room to the nearest bathroom. I leaned over the toilet and emptied my stomach out. Someone pulled my hair out of my face for me. Once I had finished, I flushed the toilet and closed the lid. I sat down beside the toilet, glancing up at whoever had followed me. 

"Thank you..." I smiled up gratefully at Jessie. She smiled sheepishly back. She probably went through this herself.

"I used to get morning sickness all day with Sam. I understand what it feels like. If I were pregnant and standing in that room, I would've puked everywhere," she laughed quietly. I chuckled, nodding my head. She held a hand out to me, I took it and she helped pull me up.

"I thought you were supposed to feel better after throwing up.." I grumbled as we made our way towards the bedroom everyone was in. Jessie shrugged.

"Not everyone does," she answered. I noticed they were finished 'gutting' as we entered the room. Rick made his way over to me, he already had his bed sheet on, it was a warm shade of white. Everyone else had theirs on too.

"Are you going to be alright?" he questioned, he tucked a stray piece of hair behind my ear. I nodded, despite feeling like complete and utter shit. The feeling of throwing up passed, but I still felt slightly nauseous. 

"What's going to happen to Deanna? She can't walk.." I asked quietly, furrowing my eyebrows. Rick sighed deeply. His blue eyes seemed to turn to glassy, that's when I knew. I looked away towards the ground. I loved the woman. She was so kind... She wanted to help everyone. I felt as if herself and Hershel would've gotten along pretty well.

"Hey.. this is what she wants. She has a gun, okay?" Rick spoke, making me look at him sadly. I nodded, taking a deep breath.

"Do you want me to do yours?" he questioned, referring to the gut-covered bed sheet we all had to wear. I nodded again, I felt my stomach grumble again, threatening to make me dry heave. 

Rick laced his hand with mine, guiding me towards the guts on the floors. Everyone was bent over, putting it all over themselves. The smell hit my nose, making me cringe. I should be used to this... It was not agreeing with me today. Rick turned towards me, passing me a bed sheet to wear. I quickly put it over my head. Rick then smothered guts and all sorts all over my front. I groaned from the smell being so repulsive. 

"Mom?" Sam's voice called from the doorway. He looked like he had seen a ghost. I frowned in annoyance at the boy as his Mom -- Jessie tried reassuring him. She referred to the walkers as 'monsters.'

Before the dead started walking, I didn't like kids whatsoever. I hated them in fact. Carl and Judith were different. They weren't like any other annoying kid. Carl is mature, well behaved and Judith is a bundle of joy. They changed my outlook towards kids. But the kids in shopping centres screaming... I couldn't stand them. Sam was one of those kids.

I looked back towards Rick, who was putting an intestine over my shoulder. He then started smearing it all over himself.

"He's going to get us killed," I whispered under my breath. Rick raised an eyebrow, glancing at Sam who still looked like he shitted himself.

"If he puts any of us in danger.." I growled, staring at the blonde boy and then glancing to Ron.

"Jordan, he won't," Rick tried reassuring me. He was finally finished. Rick turned around, seeing that everyone was finishing up also. I didn't trust that boy or his older brother. I sensed that Sam was too young to understand anything at all and Ron was angry. He hated me for killing his Dad. 

"We have to go!" Michonne whisper yelled out from the staircase. Rick sighed, he turned back to me.

"If everything goes bad, don't wait for me," he whispered. I must've looked alarmed to him because he carried on.

"I will find you... I love you," he whispered, before pressing his lips to mine. I kissed back, smiling slightly. I pulled away from him.

"I love you too, now.. let's get going," I replied, smiling hopefully. We can do this.

"We're ready," Jessie called out with Sam by her side. I decided to stand with Carl, if Ron tried anything, I'll be quick to end it. 

"Ron?" Jessie called, unsure if he was okay. He was staring blankly at the ground.

"Yeah," he replied simply.

"I'll get Judith," Rick spoke, before getting interrupted by Gabriel.

"Rick. I'm not gonna give up out there. I will not turn back, no matter what happens," he said clearly. I trusted him. He'd become a good member of the group, I know he can.

Rick nodded, "yeah, I know." Rick rushed off to the room Judith was now in, away from Deanna. He came back just as fast as he left. Carl was going to hold her, underneath his sheet.

Everyone slowly nodded at each other. It was time.

Rick stepped forward and pulled the couch away so that we could all squeeze through. He went first, followed by Carl, then myself, Jessie, Sam, Ron, Gabriel and then Michonne taking up the rear with her katana by her side.

Suddenly, we were surrounded by walkers. Doubt set into my mind as I realised the numbers. There were thousands and thousands. We made our way to the porch. Carl's hand reached for mine. One by one, we all linked hands. I was holding onto Jessie's also.

We all slowly walked down the porch when I started hearing Sam's voice.

"Mom? Mom.. Mom!" he called out. I almost blew his brains out straight away. He eventually shut up. We slowly walked hand in hand towards a large bush. It was clear that flares won't work for this large of a herd that is this spread out. The numbers were much bigger than I could've ever imagined.

We stopped beside the bush, Michonne and Carl kept on watch for walkers who decided to take interest in us.

"Alright, new plan. Flares from a few guns aren't enough. Too many walkers, too spread out. We're not going to the armory. We need our vehicles back at the quarry, all of us drive. We'll need to round 'em up. We leave and we come back," Rick laid out the new plan.

"Judith won't be able to make it to and from," I spoke, realising that we won't be able to take her. Panic set upon Rick's features. I moved to stand beside him.

"I'll take her. I'll keep her safe in my church until you all lead the walkers away," he stated, facing Rick. He didn't look scared.

Michonne whipped around, "can you do this?"

Gabriel turned to her and smiled, "I'm supposed to. I have to. I will."

"Alright," I spoke up since Rick didn't. Carl walked over to Gabriel, carefully passing Judith over. I gulped as he took her. She won't be under our care anymore. We had to trust him. My eyes watered slightly, this could be the last time that I see her. I had to trust Gabriel. In theory, he should make it.

Jessie stepped forward, "take Sam."

"No!" he argued, butting in. 

"For fucks sake," I mumbled, making Carl look at me with amusement, despite the situation. I was getting sick of this kid already.

"Yes, Sam, it'll be safer," Jessie whispered back, trying to convince the boy.

"I'm not leaving you," he replied, not giving in to his Mom.

"Sam.."

"Mom, I'm not. I can keep going," he insisted, suddenly acting brave.

"Sam."

"I can keep going. Please... Please. Let's just go!" he ended the argument. 

"Okay..." Jessie answered, looking a little pale. She probably knows that he is going to be a pain in the ass.

"I'm going to keep her safe," Gabriel informed Rick who was yet to speak. He looked up, his eyes glassy.

"Thank you..." We watched as Gabriel and Judy walked slowly off to the church and hopefully, safety. I turned to Rick, sensing his discomfort and worry. I took his hand, making him turn to me. His eyes watered, breaking my heart.

"Hey.. He'll keep her safe. She'll be okay. We'll all be okay," I whispered, trying to instill hope into his mind. He nodded, blinking away any tears.

He turned to Sam, beckoning him. I swear to god, if Sam gets Rick in danger... I squeezed Rick's hand once before letting go and holding onto Carl's again. Ron lightly gripped my hand, as if I was diseased. 

›››‹‹‹ {night fall}

We were walking at a dreadfully slow pace. The sounds of the walkers was inescapable. You couldn't block it out. It was an ocean of gray bodies, groaning and growling as it moved.

We suddenly stopped, I frowned, looking further up the line. Sam.

The boy had broken away from Rick, staring at something in horror. Jessie was trying to calm him down, but he was unresponsive. He kept walking backwards away from us, shaking his head. I noticed Rick starting to panic. Jessie and Rick kept trying to get him to get back in line without getting the walker's attentions. Even Ron started.

"Sam, just look at Mom," Ron whispered, seeming slightly worried for his brother.

"Honey, you can do it," Jessie kept trying. Everyone was now whispering, encourage him to come back. My hand hovered over my holstered gun. 

Sam kept backing away, he now started sobbing, "I want to," he sobbed. This was going downhill.

Two walkers suddenly took ahold of him, tearing into his neck and face. I took a sharp breath of air in as he screamed for his Mom. His scream ringed in my ears as they ate him. 

Jessie started screaming his name, crying hysterically at her son being eaten alive. Jessie held tightly onto Sam's hand, even after he had stop making noise. She continued to wail. I noticed a few walkers taking interest in her.

"Shut up!" I whisper yelled, trying to get the walkers to not take notice of us.

"Come on. We have to go," Carl tried getting Jessie to snap out of it. It was too late. The walkers tore into her, she continued to scream. I became aware of Carl trying to get out of her grip. She was still holding on to him. I raised my gun, shooting her in the head, hoping she'd let go. Despite being dead, her grip didn't loosen.

Rick must've realised what I was trying to do as he ran forward and started hacking away at Jessie's wrist with his axe. Rick finally cut it off, releasing Carl from Jessie's tight hold. Her hand fell to the floor, I cringed at the sight. I breathed out deeply, trying to catch my breath. I thought it was over. I looked up to Rick who was staring at something behind me, he looked like he was in shock. I turned around, seeing Ron with a gun aiming straight towards me. His gun was not silenced, unlike mine.

"You... You..." he said emotionlessly. Michonne stabbed him with her katana, making him drop awkwardly in pain. His gun went off, not hitting me, I flinched from the noise. I blinked a few in disbelief. This was all too much.. Michonne pulled her katana out of Ron's body, he dropped to the ground and was swarmed by walkers instantly. Rick nodded to Michonne, he glanced towards Carl. His face dropped to a look of horror. I turned to look at Carl, myself. I prepared for the worst.

"Dad?" he called weakly, blood dripping down his face from where his eye would be. I stumbled forwards towards him, my vision blurring from tears rushing down my face. Carl dropped to the ground, unconscious. He was shot because of me.

"Carl.." Rick mumbled in shock, he rushed over to Carl, scooping him up. I pulled out my suppressed Beretta again, Michonne and I helped clear a path for Carl and Rick. Anger took over me as I was now shooting at walkers that weren't too close.

"Jordan!" Michonne yelled out to me, noticing that I was going slightly off course. I ran further in front, shooting all the walkers at the front of the infirmary, I allowed Rick and Carl to go past. Denise opened the door just as we got onto the porch. We all rushed in. My ears rang as everyone was moving to help Carl. I felt like my world has just been torn apart. Tears trickled down my face as I watched Denise work on Carl immediately. I slowly made my way over to Rick, he stared at Carl with a pained expression. I pulled his blood stained bed sheet off of him. He made no move to look towards me. Carl was his everything and now he was on death's doorstep. 

I placed a hand softly on Rick's cheek, he glanced down towards me.

"Don't shut down on us -- on him, Rick. He's still alive... That boy is still alive," I mumbled, sniffling every so often. He didn't reply, he raised his arm to his face, rubbing it nervously. He turned around, towards the door. Fuck.

He turned back to look at Carl. He slowly shook his head made his way to the door again. There was a curtain, blocking the window. He moved it and peered out at the walkers. His hand moved towards his axe.

"No! Rick! Carl needs you!" I yelled, rushing towards him. He ignored me, swinging the door open, slamming it behind it.

"Shit!" I cursed, turning around and storming up to Carl and Denise.

Michonne was helping Denise with the procedure. 

"You have to save him," I pleaded whilst looking at the boy who now called me his Mom.

"Please.. You have to.. Please," I pleaded, sobbing. If he died, that'd be on me. It'd ruin everything. Rick would never look at me in the same way. I'd just be a woman carrying his child. He wouldn't want it anymore. My hands shook beside me with nerves and panic.

"Just one more suture," Denise explained, working on Carl's eye.

"But he's out there!" Michonne exclaimed, referring to Rick.

"This is his son. Give me a second," Denise replied, looking up at us both. She was so calm, I trusted that she knew what she was doing.

"We have to go get him," Heath informs Aaron and Spencer.

Spencer screwed his face up, "what?"

I turned towards him, pulling my gun out at him, "what do you mean, what?" I growled, glaring at Deanna's son.

"Jordan, not now!" Aaron yelled out, pushing Spencer away from me. I holstered my gun, turning back towards Carl.

"Okay, got it!" Denise yelled out. I pressed my lips to Carl's forehead before rushing off to pick up the machete beside the sink. I remembered that someone had put it there just in case. I ran outside with everyone following me, minus Denise and obviously, Carl. I kicked a walker away from the doorway, so that everyone could get out.

Another one growled and staggered towards me, I swung the machete straight into it's head, silencing it. It fell to the ground lifelessly.

I saw Rick up ahead, killing a walker. We rushed over to him, helping him.

This is it.

I swung at a walker that was about to sneak up on Rick. It sighed as I killed it. Naturally, the group of us went into a formation -- a circle. We killed every walker that came near us. We were quick and efficient. We could win this.

"Knock 'em away, drive 'em down," Rick yelled out to all us. I knew being pregnant, I shouldn't be out here, but I was doing this for Carl.

"We can beat 'em!" Rick encouraged, looking around at us all. I noticed more and more of us started joining our group, killing the walkers. We could do it. This is it.

"We can beat them!" someone echoed, encouraging everyone.

Rosita, Tara, Morgan and Eugene all rushed out of a house, starting to help us.

We still have hope.

Faintly, I could hear guns going off. There were more of us... We were going to do this. I kicked back a walker, shoving my machete into it's head. I swung it into another's. That's what we all did. Kill after kill after kill. We were going to win --  for Carl, for Deanna, for Judith, for Jessie, for all the good people who have died here and all the ones that didn't come back.

I stabbed my machete into another walker's eye socket. I looked back at everyone killing the grey sea of the dead. My eyes drifted to wear the lake was as a massive fire lit up over the water. The walkers turned to it, distracted by the pretty light.

Someone thought to burn most of them. Smart.

"Move it! Back up!" Rick yelled out to us all. We all were near the wall, killing the walkers that were not distracted by the light.

"Alright, that's it! Don't let up!" he encouraged as he swung his axe into a walker.

A walker stumbled straight into my machete, I kicked it back onto the ground.

That was for the fallen.

I shoved my machete into a female walker's brain, kicking the walker back to free my weapon. 

That was for Deanna.

I swung at two walkers, killing them both simultaneously. 

That was Carl and Judith.

I kicked a walker, making it fall to the ground. I stepped on it's chest and forced my machete into it's head.

That was for Denise.

I sliced a walker's head off.

That was for Rick.

I forcefully stabbed the last walker in the head, ending it's misery.

and that was for our baby and it's future.

›››‹‹‹ {next morning}

It was over. Grey smoke hung in the air over Alexandria. Everyone was outside. I was standing in the doorway of Carl's room with Judith. He was still unconscious. He had lost his right eye. Rick was sitting beside Carl, talking to him.

"--When I was out there with them when it was over when I knew we had this place again I had this feeling. It took me awhile to remember what it was because I haven't felt it since before I woke up in that hospital bed," he spoke, he took a hold of Carl's hand.

"I want to show you the new world, Carl. I want to make it a reality for you. Please, Carl, let me show you," Rick sobbed. I watched their one-sided exchange from afar. My eyes drifted to Carl's hand. It slowly closed around Rick's. Rick looked at their hands in confusion, he looked up at me with the same look. I offered a small smile, reassuring him that he wasn't dreaming. Rick turned to look at Carl, a smile playing on his lips.

I decided to leave them be, I walked into the infirmary's main room. I instantly noticed Daryl sitting down getting his shoulder checked out. My eyes lit up at the sight of him. I hadn't had the chance to see who had come back or not. I rushed over to him with Judith in my arms. He looked up at me and rolled his eyes.

"You should at least act like you are happy to see me," I scoffed, glaring at him. He smirked at me. Without squashing Judith, I wrapped one arm around him -- without getting in Denise's way.

"I thought you were gone," I commented as I pulled away from him. He shook his, grimacing as Denise started stitching his shoulder up.

"Jus' ran inta trouble out there," he replied while frowning, "how's Carl?"

I smiled at the mentioning of him, "he'll be fine." My smile faltered slightly as I thought about him being shot. 

"What?" Daryl questioned, noticing my sudden mood swing.

"I was supposed to be shot, not him," I whispered so only he could hear. 

"All done, try avoid moving your shoulder for a week or two," Denise said, butting in. I waited until she had left to speak.

"Ron was aiming at me, not him. I shouldn't of killed his Dad, Daryl.. He wouldn't have lost his eye," I explained. I suddenly felt panicked. I shouldn't be allowed around him or Judith. I turned Judith around in my arms so that she was facing me. Her bright eyes gazed up, full of curiosity.

"Jordan, ye shouldn't blame yerself for that. I know what happened, if ye didn't kill 'im, Rick would've," Daryl said, making a point. I frowned at the bundle of joy in my arms.

"I don't want to hurt them.. or my own," I whispered. Judy reached up to grab my hair, playing with it.

"Ye won't. Rick knows that, everyone here does," he replied, shifting in his seat to look at me properly.

"I'm so glad you're here, Daryl," I grinned at him. He smirked his typical Dixon smirk. I turned away from him, stopping midway. I turned back to face him. He raised an eyebrow.

"I need to do something outside of these walls, are you coming or not?" I decided on saying without actually mentioning anything in particular.

Daryl glared at me, "after everythin' that jus' happened?"

I nodded, "I have to do this."

He eventually agreed to coming with me. I was going to need help.

I turned away from him and made my way back to where Rick was, this time, fully entering the room. Rick looked away from Carl and up at me.

"Can you look after Judith for awhile?" I asked in a quiet voice. Rick nodded, taking her gently out of my arms. After settling her, he looked back up at me.

"You're leaving, aren't you?" he questioned, narrowing his eyes at me. 

"I have to do something," I replied, avoiding his gaze. Carl looked peaceful, lying on the bed. His face had more colour to it now, that was a good sign.

"You're just going to leave Carl?" he questioned. I could sense he was angry with me. Probably for a lot of reasons.

"I have to do this," I answered, still not looking at him. I had to bring my Dad home. His body was out there somewhere. He should be properly buried.

"You don't have to do anything!" Rick snapped. I gulped, trying to remain calm. I was so stressed out from everything, I just wanted to do this one thing. He had to be put to rest. He deserved that after travelling from New York just to find myself and Hudson.

"Daryl and I are going out to bring my Dad home," I spoke quietly, my voice faltered slightly. It was still so foreign to me -- the word 'Dad.'

"Oh.. Jords, I'm so sorry.. I'll come with you," he decided, standing up. My eyes snapped from Carl to him as he stood up.

I put a hand on his shoulder, stopping him. He frowned at me with confusion.

"No, you have to be here for Carl if he wakes up. You have to be the one that he sees first. Not anyone else," I said firmly, remembering when I got shot at the the prison. Rick furrowed his eyebrows, looking towards the ground.

"Are you leaving now?" he questioned after a short period of silence. His blue eyes sparkled from the sunlight pouring in through the window. They were the perfect shade of blue.

"Yeah, we won't be long. Hopefully back in an hour or two," I answered, "can I borrow your gun, I'm outta ammo?" I added.

He nodded and unholstered his colt python. He held it out to me. I wrapped my fingers around taking it. It had been a little while since I used one of these.

"I'll take good care of it, Sheriff!" I said playfully, trying to lighten the mood a little. He chuckled, shaking his head. He became serious again.

"I'm sorry for snapping at you... I understand you're just as stressed out as me -- if not not more. Can you do one thing for me?" he apologised, tilting his head slightly.

I raised an eyebrow, as if telling him to go on.

"Once you get back, you're going to sleep and I'll wake you up for dinner," he said, before adding, "when was the last time you slept properly?"

I smirked, "that'd be the last time you slept by my side."

Rick's cheeks turned a pale pink, he was blushing. I chuckled and went on my tippy toes to kiss his cheek.

"I'll be back before you know it. Stay by his side," I said, walking backwards to the door, pointing towards Carl. Rick grinned -- a proper grin, with his perfect teeth showing. He suddenly didn't look as tired. It was as if everything would be okay...

This was the beginning of the new world.

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