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Chapter Sixty // {jordan's pov -- later that day}

a/n: not sure when I'll split this into a second book but SIXTY CHAPTERS OML SINCE WHEN!? Thank you everyone for the support recently! This will be a shorter chapter, the next one will be longer! Love you all! x

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I woke to someone gently shaking me. I groaned and sat up, opening my eyes. Michonne stood there, bloody, but alive. She smiled at me. I teared up and wrapped my arms around her.

"Is everyone back?" I questioned excitedly. Michonne's smile dropped. She sat down beside me on the bed.

"Only myself and a few others have come back.. The walkers are heading this way because of that stupid truck's horn," she muttered, clearly pissed off.

"No one from our group has come back so far, besides you?" I asked. My stomach filled with butterflies, anxiety set in.

"That's as of now, we all had to split up. Some of us had to take a longer route than others. Mine was the most straightforward. Hey, don't worry about Rick or your Dad, Rick is the most capable out of all us! Your Dad was fine when I saw him," she explained, noticing my discomfort. I stared at her blankly before glancing down at my hands.

"How bad is it?" I questioned after taking a deep breath. Michonne bit her lip.

"We won't be able to get out once they come. There's too many of them," she answered honestly.

"Fuck," I cursed, closing my eyes for a second.

"They'll be back," Michonne insisted, "Maggie and Beth made us all dinner, come down when you're ready." She smiled and patted my knee, before leaving to go downstairs.

I took a deep breath in and out. Here I was sitting in my room worrying, whilst I should be comforting Rick's son and daughter. I was already a horrible mother. My Dad would be fine, he made his way from New York to here. I pushed myself up off of the bed and slowly crept downstairs. Everyone was in the dining room, sitting down. I took my place beside Carl. He looked up and grinned at me.

"Hey, buddy," I greeted, messing up his hair with my left hand. He grumbled at my way of greeting him.

"Can you just not touch the hair?" he questioned, flicking his hair. I chuckled, smiling at him. Judith sat in her high chair beside him. She was playing with her food. Maggie came out of kitchen with a bowl of a soup of some sort. It smelt delicious. 

"It looks lovely, thank you," I thanked the sisters for their hard work. Maggie blushed at my compliment.

"I used to never be able to cook before all of this. I suppose anything these days is good," she replied, scooping some soup out and into everyone's bowls. I noticed the extra amount she put in my bowl, making me think of how Rick would be telling me how important it is to eat. I internally rolled my eyes.

I grabbed my spoon and tried the soup. It tasted as good as it smelt.

"It is delicious!" I exclaimed, digging into it. It had to be one of the better meals we've had in awhile.

"We didn't have much to work with, it does taste good, if I do say so myself," she said sheepishly, smirking at Beth who sat beside her, concentrating on her food. 

"Where is Tara, Rosita and the rest of them?" Michonne questioned, raising an eyebrow.

"They took residence up in the other house next door, figured we can somewhat settle in a little more, despite what happened today," Beth answered before taking a sip of water.

"Only Alexandrians died today, right?" I double-checked. I'd be heartbroken if any of us died. Maggie nodded, confirming my thoughts. I sighed. Not that it was a good thing that they died, they were learning to become stronger. These 'W' people took that away from them. Their attack was so unexpected. We didn't know them at all.

All of us ate our food in silence from then on. Every so often, Judith would make a baby noise. I'm so glad that both Carl and Enid managed to keep her safe. I would've never forgiven myself for leaving them if any of them died -- especially Judith. She can't defend herself, not yet. But when she is older, she will be able to. I would ensure that she can.

I finished my meal and offered to clean up for everyone. I collected everyone's dishes and took them to the kitchen. I placed them beside the sink and I turned the tap on. I grabbed the dishwashing liquid and a bowl. I squeezed some dishwashing liquid into the bowl and used to sponge to start cleaning it.

I let my mind wander I scrubbed the bowls clean. Surprisingly, I was so used to my Dad not being in my life, I kept on forgetting that he was here and I feel horrible for that.. but when you haven't seen him for over half of the years that you've been alive for, it's hard. I knew he'd be okay. How could he not be? He somehow survived making it from New York to Virginia. 

Daryl... he'd survive. He was created for this world. This was his world. He had his bike, he had his crossbow, he'd be fine. He had to be fine. He is my best friend and I needed him to be fine. 

Glenn was also out there. Glenn was fast, he could probably out run any problems he'd encounter. He is so strong and positive. He had to be okay for Maggie. He had to come home for her. He would. He would be missing an arm and a leg and he'd still come home for Maggie. He's just that kind of guy.

Then there was Rick. He would be fine. That had to be why he didn't wake me this morning because he knew he'd be fine. He promised.

By time I finished cleaning the bowls, my hands were stinging from the amount of effort I put into it. I quickly dried them and put them away in their designated spot. I jogged upstairs to go to sleep -- like everyone else in Alexandria.

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a/n: that gif though. *-*