› Jordan Taylor...... a Rick Grimes fan-fiction ‹
Jordan Aubrey Taylor, 31 years old, works as a police officer for the Atlanta Police Department. Jordan's life was all about her job. Nothing really mattered to her. She didn't want kids. She didn't...
"Wanna come with me later t' hunt?" Daryl asked as I shoved my sharpened knife into a walker's head.
"Yeah, sure, it's good to get out of here once in awhile," I replied before cleaning the blood off of my knife. I looked up at Daryl, watching his technique. I've been on fence duty all day, apparently, I'm good at it. So, they kept me here. I don't mind, I get to be with Daryl all day and I can relate to him the most. I watched as he stopped killing the walkers.
"Jordan, ye do like it 'ere, righ'?" he asked for the third time today. I huffed in annoyance.
"Far out, how many times do I have to tell you, yes, I really do," I confirmed. Daryl opened and closed his mouth a few times before figuring out what to say.
"Jus' never really had a friend like ye, don't want ye to leave," he finally decided on. I knew it was hard for him to show any kind of affection, so I just nodded and got back to being on fence duty.
It was amazing how over just a few days, it was like I was always here. All the people here are so welcoming, they've become my family in a matter of days.
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The fence is officially pretty much cleared, there are like four or five stragglers left. I dragged myself back to the prison, heading towards my cell. I was exhausted from the work, however, I'm pretty sure I got stronger in my upper body from it which made it worth it.
As I entered C block, I bumped into Carol. I smiled at her.
"Jesus, you've been out all day, haven't you? You haven't even had lunch!" she scowled. I shrugged. Carol was a somewhat motherly figure. Her age although, wasn't much older than my own, myself being 31 and her being 43.
"Yeah, yeah. I'll eat later," I brushed her off as I started walking back to my cell... that was until someone grabbed my hand and made me turn around. Rick. Of course it had to be him.
"Good afternoon, Sheriff, what can I do for you?" I addressed sarcastically. He wasn't amused, whatsoever.
"Grab something to eat," he said sternly. I sighed.
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"I'm going to clean up, take a nap and then, I'll eat with the rest of y'all," I insisted. Rick frowned, obviously disagreeing with what I've said. I turned to look at Carol and practically begged her to help me with my eyes. She shook her head. Now, it's my turn to frown.
"You aren't the boss of me, I'm going to clean myself up," I hissed immaturely before trying to stomp away like a child, getting fed up of this.
"Jords, please, just don't argue with me on this," he grumbled before walking off to who knows where. Carol looked at me with a shocked face.
