The Best Bad Luck

Chapter 24

Jessica's POV
I woke up with a pounding in my head.

"Here, take these." Rick ordered as I opened my eyes.

"What happened last night?" I asked as I took the little pills from rick.

"You drunk a bunch of whiskey, then at about two in the morning. Shane brought you back to the tent." He answered.

"Oh no." I said putting my head in my hands, realizing what probably happened.

"I'm not going to hold it against you though." He told me after a moment.

"What? Why not?" I asked confused.

"Because I know you were drunk. And I know you don't like Shane." He replied.

I sat there for a moment, trying to remember what happened.

"I love you." He said, pulling my from my thoughts.

"I love you too." I responded.

He kissed me briefly on the lips before standing up.

"You taste like alcohol." He said, changing his shirt.

"Jeez. I wonder why." I said sarcastically.

I put a pair of shorts on and a T-shirt.

We both went and sat by the fire.

"Morning princess." Merle said smirking.

I just nodded my head in his direction.

"Morning." Shane said sitting down next to me.

I turned my head away from him and he scoffed.

"You couldn't get your eyes off of me last night." He bragged.

"Shane." Rick warned.

"What? She the one who started it." Shane said innocently.

Rick stood up quickly, obviously to go fight Shane. But I put myself in between them.

"Stop it." I barked at them.

"You know Jess. Last night, that's the opposite of what you were saying. Don't stop Shane, don't stop." He imitated my voice for the last part.

"Mother fucker!" Rick jumped on top of Shane and started hitting him.

Daryl, Glenn and t-dog had to pull them apart.

"I'll fucking kill you." Rick growled, trying to escape Daryl's grasp.

"You won't touch me." Shane breathed, walking towards his tent.

Daryl let go of rick and went back to where he was away from everyone.

"I'm going hunting." Daryl grunted, standing up.

"I'll go too." I said, standing up and walking over to him.

Maybe this will give me the chance to explain to Daryl whats going on.

"Then I'll go as well." Rick cleared his throat.

Oh great.

"Can I go?" Carl asked, looking up at me.

Why doesn't the whole camp go then?

"It's not up to me, you have to ask your father." I responded, ruffling his hair.

He sprinted over to rick.

"I was hoping it was just going to be us." Daryl admitted, pulling a gun from a pouch on his motorcycle.

"Me too." I confessed, I'll just have to talk to him another time.

"Here, take this." Daryl said, heading me a knife and pouch.