Jessamine Dixon lives in the apocalypse

Cherokee Rose

I opened my eyes and everything was a faded creme color. I couldn't see anything and I couldn't remember anything. I blinked a few times, trying to see anything. It all started to slowly come back, the surgery, the blood loss, Glenn drooling on my arm. Ew! Glenn was drooling on my arm.

I looked at the left side of the bed. My hand was near the edge, Glenn was sitting in a chair leaned over on the bed, grasping my hand. He was asleep, but his grip made it seem like he was awake.

My throat felt like the Sahara desert and that was when I saw the orange juice sitting on the table next to Glenn. 

"Hey!" I tried my best to be loud enough but it came out hoarser than I thought it would. I started to wiggle my fingers around and hoped it would work.

"Sleepy head, why don't you grab me the orange juice?" The whisper was a little louder than the last. But Glenn's head jolted at me and he looked as if he was just seeing me for the first time in years. 

"Oh, my god!" He started to yell, but then he lowered his voice. At least we were both whispering at this point. 

"I thought you were gonna go in a coma." Glenn was fast to jump and wrap his arms around me. 

"I love you, oh my god, thank you for not going to the light."Glenn then jumped to sprint to the door.

"Glenn! My orange juice." He ran back to the table and helped me get a sip before running off again. He managed to at least close the door.

Lori walked in a few minutes later and sat where Glenn had. 

"Is he okay?" I asked her. Oh, please lord, tell me he's okay. 

"He is, thanks to you." I felt like a thousand pounds had been lifted off of my shoulders. This is what was supposed to happen, we were both meant to be okay. 

"I wouldn't say that." I told her. All I did was give the blood during the surgery.

"You saved my son's life. This isn't the first time. But it's one of the most critical. You were willing to die for him, and you didn't even tell us. God you are so brave. I could thank you a thousand times and it would never be enough. It's almost like it was yesterday that you wound up on our doorstep, so scared, but look at you now, how far you've come." I reached my arms out and Lori pulled me up to her chest.

She kissed me on the forehead and left to go back to Carl. 

I laid on the bed for a while before I heard more engines in the distance. But one of them was more familiar than the rest. Oh, lord, oh god, oh god. 

I closed my eyes until I heard the door slam against the wall. I slowly opened my eyes and the angry man was walking to the foot of the bed. All I did was look at him and smile, but he was looking at me with flames in his eyes. Then he started to shake his head at me. 

"What is wrong with you?" He asked me, honestly I was a little bit taken aback, but at the same time a small piece of me saw it coming. My smile fell from my face and Daryl dropped to his knees and put his head on the bed frame. 

"They told me everything. God, what have you become-" I glared at him, that definitely was not part of the plan. 

"-you didn't become jerks like the rest of us Dixon's. No, you save people even if it means putting your life on the line. First ever Dixon to ever do that, I'm sure of that." I tried to speak but he didn't like that idea at all.

"No! Do not talk, you need to rest." I looked at him like he was crazy. But they Daryl Dixon came and sat next to me while holding the orange juice. He just sat there. Was this even my brother anymore?