Jessica's POV
When I woke up, it was dark outside, not completely dark, but dark enough to where it could be difficult to see.
"Oh shit." I mumbled sitting up.
"Ouch." I hissed and grabbed at my side.
"Let me help you." Rick said from the chair beside me.
"You scared me." I breathed.
He put my arm around neck and wrapped his arm around my waist.
He helped me out of the house and to the fire everyone was sitting around.
"Here." Dale said standing up and offering his chair to me.
"It's okay dale. You don't have to..."
"No I insist." He offered.
I smiled and rick sat me down in the chair.
"So she's back." Glenn said lifting up his bottle of water.
"Glenn please don't." I begged, but everyone else raised their drinks too.
I put my head in my hands and sighed.
"Oh lighten up." Daryl mumbled, putting a bottle of whiskey on my lap.
"Where'd you get this?" I asked opening the cap.
"Found it on a run." He answered smirking.
Rick took the bottle away and put the cap back on it.
"Oh c'mon rick. Loosen up." Shane told rick.
"Remember the last time she drank?" Rick growled, looking straight at Shane.
"Then don't leave this time." I said, snatching the bottle from his hands.
He sighed and sat down next to my chair.
About half an hour later I already had two thirds of the bottle down me.
"Jessica!" Hershel scolded, walking up behind me.
"What?" I asked, slurring a little.
"You have mass amounts of medicine in you, none of which should mixed with alcohol." He crossed his arms.
Rick rolled his eyes and helped me stand.
"You know Hershel. You're sexy when You're mad." I mumbled.
Glenn, Shane, merle, Amy, carol and Daryl fell back laughing.
Rick, Lori, and Carl gave me a little chuckle.
"Let's get you back inside." Hershel mumbled, helping rick he me inside.
..time lapse.. Next morning..
I opened my eyes and groaned.
"Morning to you to." Rick said from next to me.
"What did I do last night?" I asked, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.
"You drank almost a whole bottle of whiskey, and ten told Hershel he was sexy." Rick chuckled a little at the end.
"No.. I didn't." I said unsure.
"Oh yes you did." I groaned again and buried my face into the pillow.
How could I do that? Why do these people keep letting me drink?
"But Hershel said if you weren't dieing of a headache in the morning, that you could go outside for a little bit." He grabbed my chin and made me look at him.
God, I love the way his blue eyes sparkle right after he wakes up.
"You're staring." He informed me.
"No, I'm admiring." I corrected smiling.
He pressed his lips to mine, he pulled away after a moment.
"As much as I would love to just lay in bed with you all day, you smell like whiskey, and I have things to do." He pressed his lips to mine again briefly then exited the room.
I sighed and sat up. After I placed my boots on I strapped my knife to my thigh.
"Knock knock." Shane said as he opened the door.
"I could have been changing." I mumbled, turning around to look at him.
"I wouldn't complain." He smiled and started walking over to me.
I rolled my eyes and started to stand up.
Pain shot through my side and I fell back onto the bed.
"Dammit." I hissed, trying to get up again.
"Let me help you." Shane offered
"I got it." I told him, but I failed again and almost fell onto the floor.
I felt a hand on my side and an arm wrap around me.
"Thanks." I mumbled as Shane helped me out the door.
"Feeling better?" Hershel asked as he walked over to us.
"Yeah. And I wanted to apologize for last night." I explained.
"You don't have to apologize, I am quite stunning." He chuckled as he finished checking my pulse.
"Don't be outside for too long. And make sure you stay hydrated."
"Yes sir." Shane helped me out to the porch, then sat next to me on the bench.
"You smell like whiskey." He said, looking over at me.
"So I've been told." I mumbled.
"It's not a bad thing." He replied.
Glenn and rick walked onto the porch.
"What?" I asked.
"We came to take you, we need you for something." Rick informed me.
"I have a right to just sit here." I said, crossing my arms.
Glenn and Rick gave each other a look then started walking towards me.
"Oh no." I murmured as they pick me up.
"Usually I prefer a horse drawn carriage, but this will do I guess." I said, looking up at Glenn as he smiled.
They set me on the back of Daryl's truck then left.
"What the hell?" I yelled after them.