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IT'S BEEN SIX MONTHS, AND SAMANTHA AND DARYL HAVE GOTTEN CLOSER WHETHER OR NOT THEY NOTICED. He noticed when she would stop to catch her breath or try to control her thoughts. Or when she would whimper in her sleep. Although he never woke her up, he would just listen to her be put through mental torture.
He regretted it, but he didn't want to get close to her.
They noticed a clearing with a house in it. Samantha and Daryl went in first, Rick and Carl followed close behind. Samantha didn't like how much he was growing, he was already allowed to hold a gun. He had shot it multiple times each time he lost a little bit more of his innocence. Carl took the kitchen, Rick took a closet and Samantha took the bedrooms while Daryl took the living room.
She heard a gunshot go off and prayed it was Rick. She had no luck in the bedrooms, she wanted to let her anger out. She heard floorboards creaking and guested T-Dog and Daryl went upstairs. There weren't many in the downstairs bedrooms. She kept looking and was successful in finding some.
She may have overdone it, but she felt angry. She felt angry with herself.
She heard a whistle and took that as a sign the coast was clear. She avoided the main hallway, she didn't want to be forced to look at Carol. Carol would carry her bag when it came time to check a house or building. She headed to the kitchen. "Hey little man," She said to Carl.
"Hi Sam," He said looking at the can in his hands. She didn't like his answer, there was no emotion in his voice. "I, um, how are you doing? You ready to be a big brother?" She asked. "Lori will give birth sometime soon, aren't you excited?" He didn't answer. She sighed, Carol entered the kitchen she took that as her cue to leave.
She headed outside and noticed T-dog out there too. "Hey," He turned her way, all he did was nod. He wasn't particularly fond of her. He thought she was impulsive, self-centered, and had major anger issues. Nothing would change his view on her and she knew that. She was aware of how he viewed her. And something in her change, a switch was flipped.
"I know you hate me, have you ever just wanted to punch me until I was unconscious?" Her question caught him off guard. "What?" He wanted clarification that she asked that. "Have you ever wanted to punch me until I'm unconscious?" He looked at her for a long moment. "Yes," She smirked, she undid the latches of the swords holders and they fell to the floor.
"Why?" She asked, she wanted to trigger him. She didn't know him well enough to do it so she started with the basics. "You are impulsive, self-centered, you pity yourself, you can't control your anger. And we know the least about you, we know nothing."
"I could say the same for you, we know nothing about you," She scoffed, "Yeah because everyone knows I'm not one to lose control." She nodded, "But you are, I know what you did on the roof. What you said to Daryl, called him a redneck and white trash. I'm shocked you haven't called me that." She laughed. Her accent was more obvious than Daryls.
