Jordan Taylor › Rick Grimes F.F

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Chapter Eleven // {jordan's pov}

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"Jords, you can tell me. It's okay," Rick assured me.

Someone told me that last time.

When I tried to explain that Brodie was a bad person. They laughed at me. Called me a liar. I had never felt so weak in my entire life.

I was afraid that it would happen again..

"I can't. Not now," I sighed, looking up at him, hoping he'd understand. He moved his hand from my wrist to my hand. He squeezed it.

"Tell me when you can," Rick replied with a reassuring smile. He quickly let go and his smile disappeared. He turned to Daryl.

"Lock him up, I left him in the guard tower."

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I walked quickly to where I told Carl to go with Judith. I was happier now that Brodie was locked away, but I was still on edge. He could get out and escape. He could hurt my family and friends. I frowned at the thought before pushing it away. I needed to calm myself down.

I stood outside the Warden's office. I took a deep breath and knocked on the door eight times. Carl would know it was me if he was in there. We discussed this awhile ago if we had to do this.

The door opened revealing Carl with a large knife in hand. I smiled at him.

"Oh, thank god it was you," he sighed before opening the door up fully, allowing me inside. I walked straight to Judith and picked her up. She giggled a little.

"I'm sorry for making you panic earlier," I apologised.

"It's all good, I can tell why," he replied. He didn't even look pitiful towards me. He has matured so much, it saddens me a little. I give him a weak smile. Judith kept making gurgling noises.

"I want you to be always with Judith. You don't know what this man could do to her. Please, can you do this?" I almost begged. If something happened to Judy, I probably wouldn't be able to forgive myself, yet alone even live. She was a bundle of joy, born in the apocalypse. She would grow into a strong person, like her dad and brother.

Carl nodded, "alright, as long as you get me some comics."

I winked at him, "of course!"

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I sat next to Daryl at dinner. Rick was nowhere to be seen. Actually I haven't seen him since he locked up Brodie.

I stabbed my fork into the squirrel that Daryl had caught and pushed it around my plate. I wasn't really hungry after today. Daryl nudged me, causing me to glance up at him.

"Ye have ta eat," he mumbled, not really looking at anything in particular. I shrugged.

"Not hungry."

"Tell that ta Rick. C'mon Jordan, he doesn't wanna see ye like this," he explained. He took his fork and ate some of his squirrel.

"Tastes good," he said giving me the usual Dixon smirk.

I took the meat on my fork and ate it. It needed gravy. But I'm it's the end of the world and there are a lot of things that I need more than gravy.

Daryl patted me on the back before turning his focus back to eating the rest of his own squirrel.

Loud footsteps from behind me meant that Rick was most likely here. I didn't turn to look at him or whoever it was though. The person sat down beside me and held my hand that was resting by my side.

"He's going to be guarded all around the clock. He won't escape. I noticed that you've told Carl to stay with Judith," Rick said glancing over at Carl who was feeding Judith something green and mushy.

"You don't understand," I stated clearly, dropping my fork loudly onto the plate. A few people looked at me, cringing slightly. I tore my gaze away from them and looked at Rick. I also noticed that Daryl had left and no one was sitting at our table now.

"Then make me understand!" he begged. His eyes were silently pleading for me to help him understand.

"H-he touched me. He touched minors. He was known to be the good guy in our camp. He told me he'd give me a blanket and a new tent because mine had been wrecked in a storm. He lied to me and he.. um did stuff. I tried getting away. I really did! He decided to beat me until I wasn't able to escape. I told the camp's leader. He laughed... He laughed at me... I felt like a child. Weak. Stupid..." I trailed off, tears running down my face. Rick's eyes visibly hardened. For a moment, I thought that he thought that I was lying.

"I'll kill him." Rick announced to me before standing abruptly and walking away at a fast pace. I stood up and ran to catch him, leaving my meal half-eaten.

"Rick, stop!" I yelled trying to gain his attention. He wasn't think straight. Rick stopped and turned around to look at me.

"He fucking touched you and you want him alive?" he questioned frowning at me.

"No, just stop! You're not thinking straight. I don't want you to do something that you regret. Please, now isn't the time!" I pleaded. His face seemed to soften. He didn't look so mad. I could tell he was though. He was beyond mad, he was furious.

"I'm sorry..." he mumbled. I grabbed his hands and rubbed them soothingly, trying to make him less angry.

"Don't apologise. I want him dead as much as you do but not now. Not like this."

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