Never Make A Promise (TWD/ Daryl Dixon FanFic)

Risks Worth Taking

"so let me see if I got this straight..... she's here because ye little boy wanted to touch a deer?!" I started to get louder as I spoke.

"no Daryl, she's here because she tried to save my little boy's life" Rick said softly making me scoff. "I can't believe she got shot" I calmed down looking her over. She was pale, well paler than usual and around her eyes were dark. I sighed "where's Carl?" "In the next bedroom next door, Patricia is looking him over" I frowned "who?" "Otis' wife" Oh yeah, I heard of this Otis. He shot Jamie. Every time I think of Jamie being shot it makes me mad.

"what if she turns?" I asked, I didn't even know if Rick was still behind me "she's not bit" I nodded, agreeing.

20 minutes later that old guy, I learned his name was Hershel, told me I had to give more blood. Rick left to see Carl and Shane was pacing in the hall.

I layed my arm on the bed as more blood got transferred from me to Jamie. "is she gonna be alright?" I asked, more worry evident in my voice than I intended. Hershel nodded "Honestly?... She's losing more blood than we're giving her" my heart dropped at that point.

I was about to stand up when the bed under my arm shifted. I looked up and saw Jamie's blue eyes open. "J-Jamie?" I stood up to look over her properly. She smiled brightly, I ran my thumb over her cheek and she leaned into it but then she froze and her eyes rolled back into her head as she started to shake violently.

"wha-what's going on?" I started to panic "she's have a ceaser" Hershel informed me before turning her on her side. I watched in horror as her shaking subsided and she fell unconscious again.

"we need to patch up the wound but I don't have the antibiotics" I frowned "I'll go on a run" I volunteered eagerly. "no, if she wakes up we need more blood" Hershel said firmly. I dropped my head in defeat, exiting the bedroom.

Once in the living room I sat on the couch exhausted "she's gonna be ok" that farm girl from before said, putting a hand on my shoulder. I stood up quickly at the touch, spinning around to face her.

She had a stubborn look on her face that I had to frown at. I just wasn't use to other people touching me.

I looked up at Rick and he gave me a slight nod telling me its 'ok' so I relaxed and sat back down. "Carl needs medical supplies and...." "I'll go" Shane volunteered after he stopped pacing. Rick stopped biting his nails and looked up at Shane.

He stood up and walked over to Shane, bringing him into a hug. "thank you brother" I heard him whisper. Hershel walked back in the living room "Hershel, Shane's going on the run" Rick informed the man.

Hershel didn't argue he just nodded his head "I'll draw you a map" he was about to walk away when a big man next to a skinny oldish women stood up "no need. I'll take you" the women stood up after him.

"Otis no, its suicide" she panicked. "I have too, its my fault those kids are in there" I looked down, I felt so bad that I can't go. Wait.... I feel bad? I shrugged it off as Otis, Hershel and the women stopped arguing "I'll write down everything you need"

What felt like hours of sitting the sound of roaring engines filled the air. Me and Rick went outside to see the R.V pulling up followed by the other vehicles, I watched as one by one everyone poured out of the cars. Glenn walked up to us and gave us a small smile. "how are they?" "they're fine, just fine" Rick answered Glenn's question. I glared at them before turning around and walking back inside.

Another short chapter..... I had writers block on this one and I sort of write these in school.... But anyway who's ready for a fact?!

Andrew Lincoln (Rick): Thinks he got the part on The Walking Dead because his son was only born a couple days before he auditioned and he looked like 'he had just walked out of the apocalypse'. Andrew is also British! (so am I) he went to a popular book store in London to read all The Walking Dead comics.