The Undead Secret (A Walking Dead Fan Fiction)

Desperate Times

Jaime sat on the porch for hours, ignoring any offers to go inside the house and shower, or eat. Or even just to see Carl.

Maggie, the girl with brown hair had come outside and wrapped a blanket around her to keep her warm as the sun had began setting, and kept her company until Hershel needed her again. She had began tugging at the blood soaked spot on her calf, her pants digging into her few days old wound that was just starting to scab over. Maggie had seen and asked about it, bringing some bandages out for her. It was much more comfortable with a dry bandage.

Her hip was aching and it hurt to move, she wasn't sure how she didn't feel herself be shot. As soon as Maggie pointed it out it hurt like a bitch.

Her stomach hurt and her body ached and she could tell how badly she smelled but she couldn't bare the thought of going inside. She had a bottle of water sitting by her feet and she hadn't even touched it yet.

From Maggie's words, she was in shock and hadn't processed what happened that day. She had watched countless mice and rabbits scurry through the grass on the property, having no care in the world about them.

The front door slammed open, scaring the hell out of Jaime as she turned around. "Jaime! He needs blood."

Maggie motioned for Jaime to follow her, as she did so.
She could hear Carl screaming as they walked inside.
"Jaime, what blood type are you?" "I'm O negative, universal donor or something. I used to donate before all this happened." She spoke quietly, watching as Otis held Carls little body down as Hershel worked on him.

Jaime held her hand out, letting Hershel's wife sanitize the crook of her elbow as she watched Carl practically be tortured as Hershel dug around his wound for fragments of the bullet. Carl opened his eyes for a moment, catching sight of Jaime even through all his terror and screaming. "Jaime!"

"I know, I know, Carl!"

Tears welled up in Jaime's eyes and she wasn't sure if it was from the needle being pushed into her arm or from the ghostly sight that was Carls pale, bloodied and sweaty body.

"H-hey, why'd he stop? Why'd he stop crying!" Jaime raised her voice, afraid of the quietness.

"He just passed out. His bodies doing what it's supposed to do."

Jaime nodded, as Hershel's wife pulled up a chair for her, and she sat down, watching as she placed a needle for the blood transfusion in Carls elbow too.

Jaime sat through the entire thing, eventually being forced to start eating and drinking from a very concerned Maggie who repeatedly told her she would pass out if she didn't on top of the blood loss from giving so much to Carl.

"I'll make you whatever you want alright? Do you want some tea? Water? What about soup? Pasta? What do you want?"

"Whatever's easiest for you, I really don't want to be a burden we're already using up so much of your supplies." "I've got just the thing, don't you worry."

She talked to Hershel about her future plans, or what they would have been, and talked about how it all happened. Before she knew it Hershel cleared his throat and announced that he was done. "Can I stay with him?" "Well you're still giving him blood." He smiled. "I-I know, I mean-" "You give your brother as much company as you can. He'll be thankful for it when he wakes up."

He started bandaging Carls abdomen, just as Maggie came back in from the kitchen. She was carrying a bowl and a mug. "Chicken soup, and raspberry honey ginger tea. Piping hot right off the stove."

"Thank you."

"Give it some time to cool off, I'll leave it right here." She placed it on a small table right behind Jaime as she helped Hershel clean up, gathering all the blood soiled linens into a bag and wiping anything else down.

"I'll be back in a little bit to check on him. Give you two some privacy, shout if you need anything."

"C-Can I sit with him?" "Carefully, very carefully." Hershel put a fresh pair of gloves on as he took the needle out of Jaime's arm and wrapped it up tight, doing the same with Carl.

Jaime laid down on the bed with him, putting her head down on the pillow with him. She made sure to lay on the opposite side as his injury, holding his hand as she talked to him quietly.

"I'll be your sister." She whispered, "I'll always be here I promise you that." He had asked her the question in the woods just hours before. "I'm sorry this had to happen Carl, I wish it was me instead."

She stayed next to him for hours, accidentally falling asleep without touching the food Maggie has brought her and sleeping straight through Hershel's check ins.