A kid on its own in the middle of a herd. Ricks group takes it upon themselves to take care of it . Which soon proves to have some challenges in store for them.
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Ford and Samantha...
With a soft groan Sam sits up in bed after a surprising dreamless sleep.
As sleep slowly drained away and her clouded mind takes in where she is she ends up confused as to how she got here and also what she was doing on top of the bed instead of under.
"Good, yer up." A gruff voice belonging to none other than Daryl pulls her out of her confusion.
"Huh?" is the only thing she manages to let out, having a hard time catching up on things.
She's used to order and control. Well, her order. She is always aware of herself and makes sure to fall asleep when she is convinced it's safe to do so, in a safe spot with a weapon preferably in immediate reach.
But not only does she not remember falling asleep nor does she have a conception of doing so on top of the bed out in the open.
"I took ya up here. Ya fell asleep with the grimes boy."Daryl helps her to make sense of all the Question-marks but one. How did she not wake up as soon he touched her?
She frowns and looks down on her lap.
"We're heading out. Wanted to give ya this before." Daryl steps in her cell and holds something in front of her face.
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"A Bucktail?" Sams eyes widen.
"It's from the one ya took down. Take it." Daryl urges her.
Sam steps off her bed and takes it. She holds it up turning it left and right to inspect it. All the while her eyes are sparkling.
She looks up at Daryl who is chewing on his nail and awkwardly smiles.
"It's awesome, thanks." She says looking down and hooks it to the belt hoop of her pants and lets her fingers gingerly stroke the piece of fur.
Daryl nods to himself and heads out Leaving the girl to her new possession.
Noticing Daryl leaving, Sam scurries after him.
"Today's the day?" Sam asks rhetorically after catching up to him.
Daryl answers in a low throaty grunt.
"When will y'all be back?" She asks.
"Not sure." He replies shortly, and they stomp down the metal stairs after one another.
"When are ya heading out?" Sam Asks squeezing past Daryl to take the last three steps down faster so she can turn and look at him.
"Now." He tells her and she lets out a small "oh..."
"It'll be fine kid. Keep an eye on ol' Merle for me will ya?" He grumbles as he too reaches the bottom of the stairs and shortly rubs/pats his palm on her head while passing. Sam follows while running her hands over the top of her head to get the hair out if her face that Daryl messed up.
