Jordan Taylor › Rick Grimes F.F

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

› {a week later}

Rick grunted as the car slowed to a stop. I turned and raised an eyebrow. He glanced over to me with a frown.

"Knew we gonna run out of gas," he rubbed his temples briefly before stepped out of the car. I sighed while picking up my backpack that contained a few cans of food and some water. I pushed open the car door and stepped out into the fresh air. It was boiling hot. I scrunched up my eyebrows and looked to Carl who was waiting for me.

"Why does it have to be so hot?" I complained to Rick's son. He cracked a smile and chuckled.

"At least it isn't snowing, that would make life hell," he commented. I nodded in agreement.

"Good point."

We strode over to the rest of the group who were talking about finding gas and staying the night here. I mentally rolled my eyes. We were in the middle of nowhere. Literally. We were travelling up on the side road to pass these rolled over cars. We weren't even far from Washington DC and closer we got, more nervous I got. I didn't particularly want the world to go back to normal. I didn't fit in before, why would I fit in if everything went to the way it was. 

"Jordan? Coming with?" Rick's voice startled me out of my thoughts, he was with Daryl. I guess we were going hunting. I nodded and trudged over to them.

"Why so down?" Rick questioned as I neared him and Daryl. I shrugged.

"I don't think I want the world to go back to normal. I don't want Eugene to fix it," I answered, looking away slightly. He probably thinks I've gone insane.

"I get what ye mean," Daryl mumbled with a nod. I gave him a short smile before looking over to Rick. He was looking towards the ground.

"To go from one world where you don't fit in and then get thrown into this world where you actually have to try and survive and then for it to all go back to normal? I can't do that," I explained. Rick looked up at me with an unreadable expression.

"Then why are you wearing your uniform?" he asked harshly. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. I didn't know nor did I know why he was pissed off.

"Do you have a death wish?" he asked again, in the same tone.

"No, I-"

"You can be safe in the world before, not in this walker infested one," he snapped. He glared at me.

"You can be safe here! We were at the prison for awhile. We just have to find a place again!" I answered. I wish he never asked.

"No -- that's where you are wrong. You're never safe in this world. I doubt that you could survive without this group and without me," he carried on. I frowned at him angrily. He had no faith in me whatsoever.

I glanced to Daryl for help but his stare didn't move up from the ground.

"What the fuck are you on about? Do you not have any faith in me? I can survive perfectly fine, I did before I met you," I said in a confident manner.

"If you're so sure you can, go then. Go try and survive while we go to Washington and bring the world back!" Rick turned his back to me. Even Daryl looked up in surprise at what he just said.

"Rick," Daryl spoke.

"You're being ridiculous! I don't have to go prove myself to you. Especially to you..." I commented.