His name's Jesus (The walking dead)

Chapter 1

Charlie POV

I've gotten pretty sick within the last year. Dr. Carson doesn't have the technology to figure out what it is so I've just had to deal with the pain. Ever since I got sick Jesus has been doing whatever I want. I can tell he's scared. Every time I sneeze or cough he looks at me like I'm going to collapse and die right then and there. Jesus will no longer let me do anything on my own because he's always worried I'm going to harm myself. I have tried to tell him over and over again I'm fine, but he never listens. I guess if it were the other way around I'd act the same way. I mean he's all I have and I guess I'm the only thing he has. It's just I've never had anyone take care of me except for Daryl and my brother, but they couldn't do much they're only a couple years older than me. I've tried to pretend I'm fine with everything, but I'm not. I hate the world for making me die of whatever I have instead of letting me go down fighting. I'm angry because this thing is going to take me away from Jesus. I've never told Jesus about these feelings instead I fake a smile and joke around just like I usually would. We have spent every waking moment of the last six years together. He's been my person for what feels like forever and I can't even tell him I'm scared. All of that tells you why it was so, hard for me to convince Jesus to let me go on a run with him.

We've been looking for weapons mostly, some music and battery operated radio. we are pretty far away from Hilltop now. We decided to go to this old strip mall that is literally in the middle of nowhere. I mean seriously there are farms and then out of nowhere a strip mall then down the road from that is a small gas station. Jesus finally decided to leave me alone for five seconds. I'm in an old hardware store that has already been cleared of course. I take the duffel bag we grabbed to put stuff in and started stuffing hammers and axes into it. I put about five of each in the bag then make my way to the hunting section of the store to get guns. I always grab silent weapons too because they're a lot safer than guns. One I get to the back I see around display case with at least five guns in it. I walk over to it and try to find the opening. I see a keyhole at the back of the display and groan rather dramatically. I hate keyholes because you can never find the key and then you have to break things causing a loud noise. I start opening some drawer behind the desk in the hope of finally finding the key. surprisingly enough I didn't find the key. Whatever, it's not worth dying.

"Charlie!" I hear Jesus shout from the store to my left. I run out of my store and into the one where I heard him. I look in the store and see movies and CDs lined up in the middle and other random stuff along the edges. Jesus is standing there in the middle of the store smirking proudly. "Oh yeah. Let's bring on the music." I say making Jesus laugh.

I start walking through the movies just to see if I've watched any. I laugh when I see the movie Love Actually. Jesus looks up from what he was looking at. I hold up the movie and laugh again. This movie was a classic, my favorite storyline was the guy who went to his best friends house and hit on his wife using posters. I loved that one because he didn't get the girl and also kind of screwed his friend over. I mean the guy had a camera at the wedding and didn't take any pictures of his friend, he was toxic.

"Remember this movie? The scene where the guy stands outside the house with the posters is so cheesy I love it." I say while shaking my head. Jesus laughs at my random memories.

"You have the most random thoughts." He tells me and I giggle slightly.

I keep tracing the movies with my finger as I walk. I reach the music section and start to look through the music. "What do you like? The 80s, 90s, yes Christmas!" I ask Jesus until I find an old Christmas album. Jesus looks me like I'm a misbehaving child.

"Christmas music? I thought you wanted AC/DC or Led Zepplin." Jesus says while walking over to me. I look at him and smile. I see a smile creep up on Jesus' face. That's the first time I've seen him genuinely smile in a while.

"Some of my best memories are around Christmas. Like one time my older brother and I kidnapped Daryl. We forced him to come with us to this soup kitchen in our town. It was amazing until... Until we hit the patch of ice." I say and Jesus pats my shoulder. I hiss in pain. Jesus immediately takes his hand away and starts to freak out again.

"Charlie, you have to tell me if you're not feeling well," Jesus says worriedly and also slightly annoyed.

I shake my head at him and hold my side. For some reason that made pain shoot to my side. It's been doing that a lot lately I'm not really sure why. It's life if there is any sudden pressure anywhere on my body I get a shooting pain in my right side. Then for the next few seconds after the shooting pain, my vision goes blurry.

"I'm fine," I tell him and he rolls his eyes. I can tell he's getting aggravated. He gets into his sassy pose and stares at me.

"Yeah, you're fine. You only look death and you keep coughing up blood, but yeah your fine." Jesus says and I can tell he's about to go on a full rant.

I walk over the wall and slide down it slowly in an attempt to not hurt my side. I get almost halfway down when I yelp in pain. Jesus rushes over and helps me sit down. He sits down next to me and leans against the wall like me.

"I'm sorry, I don't mean to be an ass. I'm just worried." He tells me and grabs my hand.

"I know. That's why I'm trying to fake being okay." I say and we both laugh slightly. I look at him and begin to cry. I'm not sure why I'm crying. Maybe it's the pain or maybe it's because I don't want to die just yet. Jesus looks shocked but doesn't say a word instead gently pulls me into his arms.

"I don't want to die." I sob into his arms and I feel his arms tighten around me. I cry for a few minutes. Then I remember the most random thing from when I was sixteen and start laughing. Jesus pushes me off him slightly so he can see my face.

"What's so funny?" He asked looking concerned for my sanity. I laugh some more and he keeps looking like I'm insane.

"When I was sixteen I told Daryl all I wanted to do was die, but I couldn't. Now I'm dying, but I don't want to." I told him and laughed some more. After a few seconds, Jesus starts laughing with me. Oh, Life you mysterious little bitch.

"You know when I was younger all I wanted was for the world to end. I wanted to be able to kill whoever I wanted and do whatever I wanted without any consequences." I tell Jesus and he nods.

"I know what you mean. Then you see now we're here and all those things we thought wouldn't have consequences, do. Like killing someone you still have the nightmares and going to get supplies could cost you your life." He said and I smiled.

"Oh, how stupidly naive we were," I said and Jesus nods in agreement. I lean on Jesus' shoulder and close my eyes. I take a deep breath trying to remember every detail about him before I sleep. I know this might be one of the last times I see him so, I might as well get as much out of it as possible. Jesus shuffles a little under me telling me he's going to leave while I'm sleeping. I usually would yell at him, but I have no energy left to do anything. Soon I drift off into a deep sleep.