Call 911

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You had been a part of The Walking Dead cast since Season 2, coming into the show as Rick's younger sister. You had grown close to the cast over the years, especially Norman Reedus and after six years of working together onset, you two finally got together in real life.

You were currently filming a fight scene with Jeffrey Dean Morgan after your character, George, managed to run Negan off the road.

The only other actor rostered on for today was Norman. The director wanted to focus on the highway chase scene between Daryl, George and Negan later today since you had good weather for once.

You were in the middle of a hand-to-hand combat scene with Jeffrey. It was a full on fight scene since your character had just found out about Carl's death and was blaming Negan for it.

You and Jeffrey had practiced this scene for hours when you and Norman came over at his farm a few weeks ago.

So, you felt fairly confident that the two of you could do it without the need of stunt doubles, but as soon as you took a wrong step backwards trying to dodge Lucille, you knew you were screwed.

You would have been better off just taking the hit from Lucille since it was a foam prop, but instead you took a step backwards tripping over the stairs.

You didn't even get a chance to try and stop yourself before you tumbled down the staircase, your forehead slamming against the bottom cement step as you reached the ground.

For a second you thought you were going to pass out as black spots began clouding your vision, but you quickly blinked them away.

"Y/N!" Norman's voice yelled as he raced over to you, his hands instantly cupping your face as he took in the bruise already forming on your forehead.

"Shit, baby. Are you okay?" He asked as he slowly helped you into a sitting position before Jeffrey appeared beside you.

"I'm good. Sorry I screwed that take up Jeff." You groaned resting your hand against your forehead in pain.

"That doesn't matter, maybe we should have used stunt doubles, huh?" Jeffrey responded as you chuckled with a small nod despite the pain in your head.

"Move out the way guys, we need to take a look at her." The medic suddenly called out ushering Norman and Jeffrey to the side as they began asking you questioned and doing small tests on you to make sure you didn't have concussion or something.

"She'll be fine, but maybe take the rest of the day off." The head medic suggested as he handed you an ice pack which you immediately pressed against your forehead.

"Just give me an hour and a couple pain killers and we can continue shooting." You argued as Norman held his hand out, helping you to your feet with a concerned look on his face.

"You sure you're up for it? That was a big fall. Nobody expects you to keep working." Norman replied as he slowly walked you back to the chairs set up behind all the cameras as Jeffrey followed.

"I told you, I'm fine. Plus, George is wearing a motorcycle helmet during our next scene so the bruise won't matter." You simply replied before one of the assistants handed you a bottle of water. It was just a small bruise, you have had worse injuries during filming.

"You're one tough chick, Y/N." Jeffrey commented patting your shoulder as he took a seat on the high chair beside you.

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*Two hours later*

You were sitting on top of George's motorcycle, Norman standing beside Daryl's motorcycle waiting for everyone to get in place for the scene while Jeffrey started up the Jeep that Negan was driving away in.