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In the morning Rick and Jameson speak about the upcoming dinner. Rick insists Jameson make it. He still wants her to give him an opinion on the two men. Daryl tells him about the guy looking at her and giving her a bad vibe. Rick tells him it's probably been a long time since the guy's been around an attractive woman and to give him a chance. Daryl grumbles something about 'gouging his eyes out if he looks at her wrong'.
In the afternoon Daryl goes with Glenn on a run to find gas. They will need extra for the recruiting trip. Jameson is patrolling with Tara this afternoon because Jack is pulled to the construction site to help Abraham. Jameson assures him she will be fine and to not worry. He goes reluctantly because he knows Daryl is going to be upset when he gets back but he trusts his sister.
Tara and Jameson haven't seen each other much since Tara started doing supply runs and Jameson's been trapped indoors since her injury.
"How've you been? Don't see you much now." Jameson asks Tara.
Tara shrugs, "Been ok. I guess" then smirks.
Jameson sees her smirk and smiles, "You got laid didn't you?"
"Pffft. I don't know what you're talking about." Tara says while blushing and looking away.
"Riiiiiight. So what's her name?" Jameson asks, stepping over a downed tree.
Tara smirks and says, "Jennifer. She works in the gardens."
"That's great Tara. She cute?" Jameson asks.
Tara laughs "It's funny that a straight chick is asking me that."
"Hey I can think girls are cute, I'm just not gonna bang 'em." Jameson explains with a grin as she scans their surroundings.
Tara shakes her head in disbelief, "Ya she's cute. She's got short black hair, gorgeous blue eyes. She's taller than me but not creepy tall. Nice rack." She giggles and turns pink again.
James cracks up. "That's awesome. I'm happy for you Tara."
They come up to a clearing and see a walker shuffling towards them. He was probably a body builder at one time. He has large shoulders with giant chunks torn off. He's wearing sweatpants and running shoes. His once blonde hair is blackened with tar like blood. He is snapping his jaws and grinding his teeth.
"I got it," Tara says and walks forward, aims and fires one round to the walker's head. He falls with a loud thump.
"Not movin that big fucker," Jameson says with a chuckle. "They'll have to pick him up here."
"The guy's a..." Tara starts to say while walking back over to Jameson but is interrupted when she trips over a tree root. The fall is so sudden she doesn't have time to catch herself. She falls, hitting her temple on a rock. She's unconscious as soon as she hits the ground.
"Holy shit Tara?!" Jameson shouts and jogs over, feeling for a pulse and can tell Tara's fine but knocked out. Her breathing is even and steady. Jameson turns when she hears another body coming towards them. Standing Jameson sees two more walkers and doesn't fool around with her knives this time. Shooting them in two quick successive shots. Then she tries to wake Tara but it's not working, slapping her cheeks lightly. "Come on girly wake up," Jameson growls and decides she's going to have to figure out how to get her back.
"Why don't I have a fuckin' walkie?" She mutters under her breath.
Slinging both their rifles across her front, placing the straps on her back, she bends down and grabs Tara's arms. Pulling Tara into a sitting position, while squatting in front of her, she grabs around her waist slowly leverages Tara over her shoulder. Once Tara is draped over her shoulder she slowly stands up locking her knees to keep from toppling over. It is way too much weight for Jameson to carry but she doesn't have the choice. Having two rifles and an average sized woman weighing Jameson down she can feel her recently healed leg burning.
"Grrrrrrrrfuckkkkkk." Jameson growls through clenched teeth as she takes a few steps, breathing hard already. Begin with staggered steps, she moves slowly towards the south entrance. Trying to keep herself from tripping also. It's a couple hundred yards away so it's going to take her a while going at such a slow rate.
"No walkers , no walkers, no walkers." Jameson mumbles as she stumbles along.
"Tara ya owe my a fuckin' beer, goddamnit." She growls as every step strains her thigh, damaging the tender muscle.
Jameson stops a moment when thinking she hears a sound to her left. Her breathing coming out in loud pants, Jameson tries to not drop the woman draped over her shoulder. Her fingers digging into the back of Tara's thighs, steadying her body. When nothing appears Jameson begins walking again, trying to speed up but the weight is too much. Jameson has sweat pouring off her forehead and down her neck. The exertion is hurting her more with every step. She's more than half way there when she hears the noise again.
'Goddamnit either be somethin or fuck off. Don't have time for this shit' she rants in her head.
She turns around scanning the trees and sees a deer thirty feet away. It's frozen staring at her. "Fuck you deer. Ya wanna help or just stare, dumb-fucker?" She snaps and keeps walking.
Arriving at the gate ten minutes later and pounds quickly on the metal, returning her hand to hold Tara.
The guard walks up looking surprised. "Is she bit?" The man asks while looking at the two warily.
"No. Open the gate before I drop her." Jameson growls through grinding teeth.
The gates slide open and Jameson staggers through. Derrick is nearby working on some irrigation line when he sees the woman carrying the body inside. He jogs over and helps her slide Tara off her shoulder to the ground. Jameson collapses to her knees growling at the burning pain shooting through her thigh. "Godfuckindamnit," she groans under breath while panting hard, grasping her leg.
She tells the guard, "Get 'er a doc. She hit her head, she's knocked out."
"Are you ok?" Derrick asks placing his hand on her shoulder. She slaps his hand away. "Fuckin fine. Gimme your shirt," She snaps and holds her hand out.
He pulls his flannel off and hands it too her. Jameson slides the rifles off her back and lays them down while adjusting herself to sit by Tara's head.
"Come on girly wake up," she says quietly.
Ricks sees Jameson kneeling by the south gate and jogs over.
"What happened?" he asks wide-eyed as he sees Jameson pained expression.
"Tara hit her head. Carried her in." She says while holding the shirt Derrick gave her to the wound on her temple.
"You carried her?" he asks shocked. He sees that she has both rifles next to her. "Jesus, Jameson your leg ok?"
"NO! Now get Philip!" Jameson snaps at him, not wanting to talk about her fucking leg and how she's probably ruined her chances of making it on a trip with Daryl. She's pissed off and needs to get away from everyone before flipping her shit or sobs like a baby. The pain is throbbing through her thigh muscle and her calves are cramping.
Philip comes running up with a small medical bag. Jameson gives him the run down of what happened. He checks Tara's vitals and wound. He asks Derrick to carry her to the clinic with him. He looks at Jameson and asks, "You hurt yourself?"
"I'm fine. Take care of her. I'll check in with you later." She mumbles while slowly pulling herself to stand. Rick reaches out to help her but she slaps his hands away. "Fuck off Rick. I'm serious." snapping while slowly rising to her feet, Jameson doesn't want to be mean but she's pissed that her leg is hurting.
Rick puts his hands up in front of him, "Just tryin to help James." He mumbles and starts to turn away.
"Fuck Rick, I'm sorry ok. I'm hurting and I'm pissed off that I'm hurting'" she apologizes. "Just let me calm down." He nods and stands back, staying close enough to help her if she needs it. She walks slowly and reaches for the rifles.
"Let me at least carry them, " Rick says quietly while picking them up. Jameson nods and slowly starts moving towards the clinic. She has a significant limp and her back muscles are screaming from carrying so much weight.
"Daryl is going to be soooo pissed, " she mutters after a few minutes of walking while rolling her shoulder to loosen the muscles.
Rick laughs and says, "Yep he's not gonna be happy but your ok and you saved Tara out there."
"I didn't save her, I was stupid for not bringing a walkie for rounds." She says while bending and unbending her leg trying to ease the strained feeling.
Rick shakes his head and replies, "Ya can never take a compliment or accept the credit for what you do around here. Daryl and you are two peas in a pod."
Jameson laughs and says, "Well I take credit if I deserve it. I just carried her is all."
"Ya carried 150 pounds on your shoulders with a healing leg," Rick says while shaking his head in disbelief and asks, "How far out were you?"
"Couple hundred yards from the gate. Not that far." She says while limping and massaging her leg. "I hope I didn't damaged this thing. Just started feeling normal."
"You'll be fine. Probably strained it. We can delay the trip a couple days if you need it." Rick says while patting her on her back. Jameson is getting calmer about the situation. "You'll be fine and I'll handle Daryl if he gets worked up."
They arrive at the clinic and walk into the lobby. Derrick is standing at the door leading to the exam room Tara is in. He turns and sees Jameson hobbling in with Rick. "Ya ok?" he asks with an eyebrow raised.
Jameson sits down in a chair, stretching her leg out and starts massaging it again.
"Ya," she says without looking at him. She knows she should apologize for slapping his hands away and being a bitch but she can't find in in herself yet.
"She awake yet?" she asks instead and glances up.
"No not yet." He replies and moves away from the door. He takes a seat next to her. Rick walks to the exam room and peeks his head in, asking Philip if she's doing ok. Jameson can hear Philip saying she's ok but probably has a concussion. Jameson begins doing the stretches Philip told her to do to keep the muscles from cramping. She rotates her ankle and bends her leg several times while holding her thigh.
"You have an old injury or something?" Derrick asks while watching her rub her leg.
"Ya." She responds without providing any details.
"Not much of a talker huh?" he asks with a smirk.
"Look I'm a bitch when I'm hurting so just stop or I'm liable to bite your head off ok," she says flatly while glancing at him "Just saving ya from getting hurt feelin's"
Derrick chuckles and says, "Alrighty."
Jameson doesn't understand why he is still here. She doesn't think he knows Tara and he sure doesn't know her. Rick comes out and tells Jameson what the doctor said. She nods and then stands up to walk out the cramps now making their way into her muscles. Jameson rubs the shoulder that had Tara on it and rolls her neck.
"She owes me backrubs for a year for that stunt." She mutters while Rick chuckles and says "I'm sure she'll be fine with that."
Derrick is watching her pace wondering if the two women are together and that's why she will be fine giving Jameson a massage.
"So you two are a couple?" he asks Jameson.
Jameson stops walking and looks at him. Rick turns towards him also and asks, "Who? me and her?" he asks while pointing between himself and Jameson. Jameson smirks at Rick and he shakes his head.
"No the girl and you." Derrick says while pointing Jameson. Jameson laughs loudly and shakes her head. "No, just friends. She plays for that team but not me." She says with a chuckle. When she looks back at him she realizes maybe she should have just lied instead. He smirks while nodding, "Good ta know."
Rick is watching the man and sees why Daryl was getting so pissed off. The guy is obviously interested in Jameson, not that he doesn't see the appeal. Jameson is a good-looking, smart, funny and strong woman.
"Jameson is with Daryl. You met him the first day. Remember? Big guy, likes to shoot shit with arrows." Rick says with a raised eyebrow. Jameson snorts and turns her head away. She thinks its hilarious that now Rick is stepping in to mark Daryl's territory. She doesn't mind, she's perfectly happy to let the men work their shit out. It means less testosterone for her to deal with.
"Ahh yeah I remember him." Derrick nods but still smiles in Jameson's direction. He thinks to himself, 'A boyfriend has never stopped me before. '
Jameson clears her throat and announces, "I'm going to check on Tara." She walks away from the two men and enters the exam room Tara is lying in. When she rounds the curtain she sees Tara's eyes are open.
"Hey girly, have a nice nap?" Jameson says while smirking.
"Fuck what happened?" Tara mumbles while touching her head.
"Ya knocked your noggin' then forced me to carry your ass back in. You owe me a beer and a back rub lady." Jameson says while sliding into the chair by the bed.
"Shit you hurt yourself?" Tara asks while seeing Jameson rubbing her leg.
"Don't worry about me. I'm fine. How's your head, your vision blurry at all?" Jameson asks. She's had plenty of concussions. She knows they can be brutally disorienting.
"A little dizzy. Visions ok. My head hurts like a bitch," Tara says while squinting her eyes.
"You want me to find Jennifer for you?" Jameson asks remembering that Tara just started seeing her.
"Actually would you mind?" Tara answers, "I don't want her to worry if she hears from someone else."
"No problem. Derrick is out there. He knows her right?" Jameson asks thinking it's the perfect way to get the guy away from her. Tara nods while closing her eyes.
"Ok I'll ask him to get her." Jameson says and walks out of the room. Derrick is still sitting in the lobby with Rick. "She ok?" Rick asks while standing up.
"Yeah she's good. Derrick can you go get Jennifer from the gardens? Tell her Tara's ok but wants to see her." Jameson explains.
Derrick stands and nods, "No problem. Be right back." Jameson wants to tell him to not bother coming back because she doesn't need him hanging around her. If Daryl sees him doing it, he'll see red.
"That guy is definitely interested in ya." Rick says while rubbing the back of his neck.
"No shit. Well I'm sure Daryl will mark his territory tonight. Hopefully the guy gets the point. I really don't feel like dealing with that shit. I'm sure there's some other chick he can sniff around." Jameson says.
Rick smiles and says, "Not someone like you, there isn't."
"Shuddup. I'm nothin' special. He's just seen I have ink and is probably into it on chicks. Used to happen all the time back when I bartended." She explains.
Rick chuckles and says, "It's kinda funny, I don't even see them anymore when I look at ya." Jameson smiles and nods, "Good. That's the way it should be."
The clinic door opens and a tall dark haired woman runs in. "Where is she?" she practically shouts.
James smiles and points to the exam room. "She's in there, she's ok. Just hit her head. She's awake but just speak quietly. She's got a headache." The woman nods and rushes into the room.
Jameson turns around and sees that Derrick came back. She groans internally.
'Come on fucker. Please don't be a problem.' She thinks.
"Ok well Derrick, let's get back to work. Jameson let me know what Philip says about your leg. We'll delay the trip if need be." Rick says while directing Derrick to leave the building. Jameson smiles at Rick as he winks at her. She mouths 'Thank You' to him. "Will do," she says and turns around walking down the hallway to find Philip.
Jameson is walking up to her house and sees Daryl on the porch gutting a possum. "Mmmmmmm delish babe," she says with a grin. Daryl looks up and sees Jameson's favoring her good leg.
"What happen?" he asks instantly standing up.
"Nothin, whatcha talkin about?" she says while looking away.
"Woman, what happen?" he growls while approaching her.
"Tara hit her head. I just strained my leg a little bringing her back. It feels better already. Philip gave me some anti inflammatory and a heat cream to put on it." She says while climbing the steps carefully.
"Wait. Why were you with Tara? Yer supposed ta be with yer brother." He asks while scowling at her.
"Jack got pulled to construction today. I told him to go. I went with Tara. We were fine. Well until she tripped and hit her head. But I'm fine. So it's all good in the hood yo." she says jokingly trying to lessen his anger.
"I'm gonna kick his fuckin ass. Yer supposed ta be with me or him. No one else." He growls while balling his fists.
Jameson shakes her head and places her hand on Daryl's arm.
"Don't be mad at him. I told him I'd be fine. I made him go." She says trying to keep her brother and Daryl from fighting. She doesn't want the two men in her life to be at each other's throats.
Daryl shakes her hand off and backs up. He glowers down at her and snaps, "Ya got a death wish?! I tol' ya ta stay with him or me. No one else. Ya stupid now or sumthin?!"
Jameson glares up at him and says, "Well NO as a matter of fact I'm not STUPID Daryl. I fucking dealt with the situation. I'm fine and Tara is fine. Now back the fuck off." By the end of the sentence she is growling the words through clenched teeth. Her fists are balled up as she gets more pissed at his shitty attitude.
"Well ya actin' stupid and yer not fine. Ya fucked up yer leg. Tara's got a head injury. Ya can't be trusted out there." He exclaims while pointing and angry finger at her face.
"Daryl stop fuckin' shouting at me. I'm fine. I strained it." she growls feeling her anger reach a boiling point, "I can't fuckin believe you can say I can't be trusted. That's bullshit Daryl." She's handled his control issues fine lately but he's getting too worked up about this and his comments are getting hurtful.
"Yer not goin' with me on this trip. Yer leg's fucked and yer gonna get yerself or me killed." He says flatly while going back to his possum.
"You've got to be kidding me. You're saying you don't trust me to have you back?" she says feeling shocked at how much it hurts for him to say that to her.
"Nope. Yer stayin'. Don' trust ya to make it back in one piece." He says while he skins the creature.
"Well you know what Daryl? Fuck You. I made it back and I got Tara back. I carried her and two fucking rifles a few hundreds yards. I did it because I had to. I didn't give up and I didn't have any fucking help. If you don't trust me to have your back then you can go fuck yourself. You're a Fuckin' ASSssHOLE!" she shouts and stomps inside, slamming the door behind her.
Daryl keeps working on the dead possum. He's fuming. He knows he trusts her to have his back but he doesn't want her to go. She's going to get hurt again and he's going to lose her. 'Its better for her to stay here.' He thinks while he hacks through the animal's limbs, pulling the meat free from the body. "She's gonna have ta just get used ta being behind walls." He mutters under his breath.
Jameson is in the bathroom showering, getting all the sweat off her and the heat will relax her thigh muscle. She is so pissed that Daryl is being such a dickhead about this situation. It's not like she's the one who fell and got hurt. Jameson strained her leg but she did it while saving Tara. If she left her out there to get help she would've been eaten. She couldn't wait to see if Tara was going to wake up. She could've been hurt worse than she was.
'Fucking controlling ass.' Jameson grumbles to herself while rubbing her leg with body wash, massaging the muscle. It is actually feeling ok. It's going to be sore but it isn't burning or throbbing any longer. Philip is sure its fine and that she just strained it by carrying so much weight.
Jameson gets out of the shower and dries off, brushing out her hair out and braids it quickly to the side. After pulling on the new black jeans she found Jameson grabs a gray thermal top. It's a little warm for it so she pushes up the sleeves. Once she leaves the bathroom and goes into her bedroom, Jameson stretches out on the couch, deciding to take a nap hoping Daryl will cool off before she sees him for dinner.
Daryl is finishing up with his possum when Jack strolls up.
"Hey man how's it goin'?" Jack asks with his ever-present smile.
"Be better if ya did what ya said ya'd do." Daryl snaps. "Ya left 'er and now her leg's fucked. She coulda died."
Jack's smile slides off his face and he looks horrified now.
"What happen, she ok?" He exclaims while he jogs up the steps. Daryl stands up and shoves him away from the door.
"Ya shoulda been with 'er" Daryl growls while pushing against Jack's chest again.
Jack pushes his arm away. "Step back bro. I'm gonna see my sister."
He tries to move around Daryl but Daryl pushes him again.
"Not happenin'" he says through clenched teeth, white knuckled fists at his sides.
Jack locks his huge shoulders and flexes his arms, clenching his fists. He's the same height as Daryl but bulkier. He takes after his father's large intimidating presence.
He's not one to back down from a brawl but he doesn't want to fight with Daryl right now.
"Move. Now. I don't want to do this but I will." He says lowly while leaning towards Daryl.
"Ya Bes' step back." Daryl says in a rough voice while squinting at Jack. "Or Yer gonna get hurt."
Jacks snaps, his anger uncoils and he grabs a fistful of Daryl's shirt slamming him against the wall of the house. The two struggle, wrestling against each other. Daryl pushes Jack off the porch and down the stairs.
"Stupid fuck, Couldn't even take care of 'er for a week. Left'er like before!" Daryl growls while pulling his arm back slamming it into Jack's face while straddling him.
Jack growls, throwing a knee into Daryl's ribs. Pushing him off.
"I didn't leave her. She had back up. She said she was fine!" Jack yells into Daryl's face.
"What the fuck are you two doing?!" Jameson shouts while jogging down the stairs. She woke up to yelling in the front yard. She ran out expecting walkers and found her two over grown children tussling in the yard. She grabs Jack trying to pull him off Daryl but is failing.
"STOP. NOW!" She screams, yanking on Jack's collar again but can't get him to let got. Daryl is trying to push Jack off while Jack pulls his arm back to punch Daryl in the face. Jack's elbow slams into Jameson's face knocking her back on her ass.
"Ow. fuck." She yelps out while holding a hand to her eye. Both men freeze when they see her fall. Jack jumps off Daryl, "Shit Jamesie!"
He reaches for her but she pushes his hands away. Daryl tries to help her up but she slaps his hands away too.
"Are you two assholes done measuring your dicks!?" She growls while standing up. "Stop fighting like fucking children!"
She walks back inside going straight into the kitchen. She grabs a towel and drops some ice in it, holding it to her swelling eye.
'Thank god we have ice again,' she thinks while gently pressing it to her cheek.
Jack and Daryl stand in the doorway watching. They both have scrapes and bruises. Daryl's lip is bleeding and Jack's shirt is torn.
"James I'm sorry, is it bad?" Jack asks quietly while flexing his fists, trying to keep himself from grabbing her to see her face. Daryl is shuffling his feet and biting his thumb. They both are acting like kids caught misbehaving, waiting for Mom's punishment phase.
"Nothing I haven't had before." She mumbles and turns towards them, still holding the ice pack over her face.
"Now why the fuck are two idiots fighting?" she asks.
They both start talking at once.
"He wouldn't let me see you." "He shouldn't have fuckin left ya."
Jameson holds up her free hand, "STOP. Daryl I told him I was fine and could handle it, which I did. Jack I'm fine. Tara got hurt, I carried her back and strained my leg. I was feeling better by the way but hey now I have a FUCKING BLACKEYE so there's that!"
She pulls the ice pack away so Daryl and Jack can see their handy work. They both wince. "So thanks for this, fucktards." She snarks while pointing at her face.
"Shit. Fuck Jameson I'm sorry. I didn't mean to." Jack stammers out
"Fuckin' idiot look wha' ya did ta her eye!" Daryl snaps while posturing towards Jack. "Daryl shut the fuck up. If you hadn't gotten out of control, blaming him for shit that wasn't his fault, this wouldn't have happened. Now can you two hug or shake or whatever two cavemen do when they've fucked up and get out of my way. I have a headache the size of Texas and want to lay down." She says flatly while walking towards them. They step aside while she brushes past them.
She doesn't wait to hear them make up. She goes into her room, shuts and locks the door. "Everyone can screw off tonight," she mumbles to herself while she lies down, pulling the comforter over her head. "Fuckin' man-babies." she growls.
Daryl and Jack stand in the kitchen staring at each other for a minute. Daryl is scowling and Jack's eyes are burning holes into Daryl's face.. Sasha walks in and stops instantly. "Ummmm What's going on?" she says while looking back and forth between the two fuming men.
"Nothin'" they both snap. She raises an eyebrow and says, "Ok well get out of here I need lunch. Out!"
Daryl walks outside and lights a cigarette, sucking deeply. Jack comes outside and stands next to him. Daryl holds out the pack. Jack takes one, lights it and takes a deep pull on the Marlboro. They make eye contact for a moment, nod to each other and call a truce. Men.
Someone is knocking on Jameson's bedroom door. "Go Away!" she hollers from under her blanket.
"Jameson ya gotta come to dinner. Rick is asking for you." Maggie says loudly from the other side of the door. Jameson growls and yanks the blankets away. Her face is throbbing and her leg is sore. She stands up and walks over to the door flinging it open. Maggie gasps at her sudden appearance and the giant shiner she has.
"Holy Shit what happen to your eye?" she says while turning Jameson's face to the side.
"I got in the middle of two apes fighting and took an elbow." She answers and asks, "How bad is it?"
Maggie pauses and then answers, "Wellllll it's not the worst black eye I've seen on you." She chuckles. "So Daryl and Jack? That explains their bruises and bad attitudes. Why were they fighting?"
"Daryl's pissed I went on patrol with Tara and not Jack. Jacks pissed because Daryl blamed him. They were acting like children. I stupidly tried to stop them from maiming each other and then this happened." She says while she goes back into her bedroom to pull shoes on.
"Why are guys such idiots? Seriously they find anything to fight over." Maggie says while shaking her head. "Come on, you get a beer or an extra cookie tonight."
Jameson follows Maggie over to the house next door. When they arrive she sees that everyone else is there already. They all turn to look at her. Jack is talking to Rick by the fireplace and they turn and look when she walks in. Jack frowns and looks down, obviously feeling really guilty.
"What the?" Rick shouts and comes forward. "How'd that happen?"
"I don't know what you're talking about Rick? Can you be more specific?" she says sarcastically while she slumps down in a spot on the couch. Daryl is leaning near the front window, arms crossed watching her. He sees that her eye is swollen and almost black but she can still open it.
"How did you get a black eye?" Rick asks and then looks at Daryl and Jack again. He hadn't' noticed the two men are both a bit roughed up. He is squinting and processing the information with his cop brain. "They fought, you got in the middle?" he asks with an eyebrow raised.
"Good job Sherlock," Jameson says with a smirk. Glenn laughs.
Carol calls out from the kitchen that dinner's ready. She's made roasted rabbit, rice and beans. Once everyone has plates they sit in the kitchen and in the living room. Derrick and Jonesy are sitting on the couch with Rick. Abraham is asking Jonesy questions about his past life as a farmer. Derrick is looking at Jameson out of the corner of his eye. She can feel him staring but is ignoring it. Daryl is watching the guy check his woman out but doesn't know if he should do anything about it. He fucked up today and he's not sure she even wants to be with him any longer.
"How's the leg?" Derrick asks Jameson. She stops mid bite and says, "Its fine. Thanks"
Daryl scowls and glares at the two. He's going to need all his strength to not pummel the guy. He's already fought over her once today though and he is pretty sure Jameson will never talk to him if he does it again.
"What did Philip say?" Rick asks. "You still good to go?"
"Oh yeah I would be good to go but I don't think it's happening. I can take over training if that works for you Rick." She says while shoving more food in her mouth. She really doesn't want to talk about this in front of everyone.
"What do you mean its not happening?" he asks while looking between her and Daryl.
"It's just not happening. So I while stay here train people and patrol. If that cool." She says while chewing more rabbit. Rick is looking between the two still and says flatly, "We will talk more about this later." Jameson nods while Daryl looks away.
"How long have you been getting work done?" Derrick asks Jameson while looking at the artwork on her forearms.
"Umm. Like 14 years." She says, chewing slowly.
"Jesus. You get your first one at 12?" he says while laughing.
"No. I was 20. " She replies while wiping her mouth with a napkin. "Hey Carol dinner was amazing. Thank you." She smiles.
"Thanks hun. They started growing thyme. I'm obsessed," Carol says with a chuckle.
"There's no way your 34." Derrick says while tilting his head looking at her more closely. "Well thanks but I am. " she says with a chuckle. Jameson wants to roll her eyes at the obvious flirting. 'What no, Do you come here often or What's your sign?' she thinks to herself.
Daryl is glaring harder. He's trying to hold in his anger but it's slipping. The guy keeps looking at her and she's talking to him.
Jameson can feel Daryl's eyes burning into the side of her face. Part of Jameson is laughing manically at the thought of irking him. He has pissed her off so badly today that him feeling jealous is a little bit of a revenge for her. He said some hurtful things and she isn't going to forget them anytime soon.
Derrick is watching her talk to Glenn. He likes that she has a sense of humor and the fact that she is not embarrassed or self-conscious of the giant black eye she has.
"How the hell did you carry Tara and two rifles?" Glenn asks while chewing.
"Brute strength and 'roids Glenn." Jameson says with a smirk.
Glenn smirks, "I knew it. The chin stubble totally gave you away."
"Shuddup Glenn or you're shavin' my back." She says while throwing a pillow at him.
"I saw her carrying Tara. It was impressive for a girl." Derrick tells Glen with a smirk. Jameson scoffs while Glenn laughs and says, "Dude you have no idea who you're talking about. Jameson is a badass."
Derrick raises an eyebrow and says, "Oh really how badass?"
Jameson is cringing thinking 'Stupid Glenn and his friendly ways.'
"Glenn shuddup." Jameson says with a grin, "No one likes a bragger. I need deserve a beer after today." Jameson stands up and walks into the kitchen, having to get out of the living room. One guy flirting, another guy burning holes in her is giving her a killer headache. Grabbing a beer out of the fridge, she leans against the counter next to Carol who's pulling cookies out of the oven. "You look like you could use a cookie." She says with a small smile. Jameson chuckles and shakes her head. "I'm good, I just need booze."
Daryl walks into the kitchen and stares at Jameson. She raises an eyebrow at him and asks, "Yes Dixon, what can I do for you?"
Daryl doesn't answer; he just stares while leaning against the wall. She shakes her head and says, "Carol thanks for dinner. I'll see you later." Jameson walks past Daryl into the living room. "Rick I'll talk to you tomorrow about my new jobs ok? I need to lay down." Jameson says while walking out of the house, not say goodnight to anyone else. She is over the day and wants to close her eyes. She feels someone following her and assumes its Daryl but sees Derrick standing a few feet away. She growls inwardly.
"Hey you didn't say goodnight." He says while shoving his hands in his pockets.
"Look Derrick. I'm not interested ok? I'm with someone." She tells him. He furrows his brow and says, "I was just worried. You looked upset. Just trying to be a friend."
"Mmmhmm. Ok well thanks. Goodnight." Jameson answers sounding unconvinced, she turns and walks into her house, closing the door.
Daryl watches the interaction from Rick's porch. As soon as Jameson is inside he stalks over to the guy. "Lis'en Derrick. Ya need ta back off. She tol ya she ain't interested. So if ya know what's good fer ya you'll move on." Daryl says calmly. He's trying to extinguish his anger but still wants to destroy something.
"She can talk to whoever she likes. You don't need to be so controlling. I suppose you're the one who gave her a black eye?" Derrick asks clearly egging Daryl on. Daryl squints at him as his anger burns inside his chest. He's not sure he can stop himself from hitting this guy anymore.
Luckily Jack walks out and steps between them. "Go home Derrick. I already told you to back off my sister. This is her boyfriend. You know this. Move on. Go home. Don't pursue this any longer." Jack says while walking towards Derrick forcing him to step back. Derrick huffs and turns on his heel walking away. Jack stands in front of Daryl for another minute.
"I'm going to go apologize and then you should too." He says without turning around.
Jameson is sitting on the couch finishing her beer. When there's a knock she hollers 'Come in'. Jack peeks his head in. "Hey can I come in?" he asks, looking sheepishly.
Jameson nods but doesn't say anything. Jack walks in and sits down next to her.
"I am so fucking sorry I hit you. It was an accident but that doesn't excuse my actions. I shouldn't have been fighting with Daryl. He wouldn't let me see you and it pissed me off. I shouldn't have let you go out there with Tara. Will you forgive me?" he says seriously with a small frown.
Jameson rolls her eyes and says, "Look I don't need babysitters. Daryl's worried, I get it but it's too much. I was fine. I got Tara home safe and sound. Next time he is pulling that shit walk away and let him cool down, fighting with each other doesn't help anything. I have to contribute around here and I have the skills to do stuff beyond the walls. Its selfish of me to not do what I can and put less experienced people out there and yes you're forgiven ok."
Jack smiles and puts an arm around her shoulders. "Thanks sis. I feel really bad. Does it hurt?" he asks
"Like a bitch." She says with a smile. "It looks badass though so…winning!"
Jack chuckles and kisses her forehead. "Daryl should be in soon to kiss your ass….er gross I mean apologize. Ugh." He mutters and leaves the bedroom.
Jameson pulls her clothes off and climbs in bed. She's not going to wait around for him. She will be surprised if he even comes to bed. He hates talking about things and really doesn't apologize.
Jameson is dozing when the bedroom door opens. She rolls over and sees Daryl undressing. He crawls in bed and pulls the blankets up to his neck. He lies there quietly for a few minutes.
"Ya awake? He whispers.
"Yes Daryl." She says quietly.
"I'm sorry you got hurt today." He says while brushing her arms with his hand. She squints at him even though its dark.
"What you said to me hurt more than getting socked in the eye. I'd prefer a few dozen black eyes over you saying hurtful things to me." She says
Daryl sighs and rolls on his back. He's quiet for a few more minutes. Jameson is almost convinced he's done talking. She rolls over putting her back to him. She wants to stand up and walk out but she's tired.
"I didn't mean it." He says quietly
"What that you're sorry?" she snaps.
"What? No I didn't mean it when I said I didn' trust ya." He answers. Jameson huffs an agitated breath and says, "Yeah well you said it so you've thought it. There's got to be some truth to it."
"There isn't. I said it ta make ya stay here." He says sadly. "It was wrong 'n I'm sorry."
Jameson sighs. "If you don't want me to go with I won't go but the world is a dangerous place anywhere. I understand you're worried but not anymore than I worry about you. I will stay here if its what you want but I'm not sitting on my ass. I will be training people on patrols and runs. I will be helping Glenn with runs and Rick with security. Think about it, I need to sleep I'm exhausted and sore and headachy." Daryl nods even though she can't see him.
"Okay…..James?" he whispers.
"huh?" she mumbles.
"I'm sorry I hurt ya." He says.
Jameson sighs again. "G'night Daryl." She is not forgiving him so soon. He said things that he shouldn't have and he started a fight with her brother. She's going to let him suffer a little.
Daryl's been a bad boy. Derrick is still being skevy. Jameson has yet another injury. Tara's got a GF and Carols baking cookies! Hope you enjoyed, please Fav Follow and Review. Share with friends!