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"DARYL?" They hadn't moved from the stairs yet, and the others hadn't come out. "Mmmh?" She looked at him wanting him to know she meant what she said. "Thank you, it feels better letting it out. I know we aren't friends and I am fine with that I'm sure you are too. But," she stopped and he looked at her waiting for her to continue. She leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on his lips, it was just a peck. "My gratitude, I don't let men touch me, not willingly. Thank you," she gave him a smile before walking down the stairs.
She was happy Daryl had opened up, he had heard a lot about her. He had given her a new perspective on the situation between her and Amelia. And Samantha realized something, that once Samantha could she stopped Amelia from experiencing it, she had realized she would do anything for this group.
She had been to hell and back, so whatever this group needed would be done. If she had to kill she would, if she had to hunt she would if she had to sacrifice herself she would.
Everyone would busy themselves and after a while, Samantha would head inside to find people there, her swords came out the tips grazing against the throats of the people at the ends. They all looked shocked, they stared at her in fear. "Todays, not the day to lie to me, so we are gonna play right answers only. Understand?" They all nodded except for the ones with swords at their necks.
"Just in case you can get away, I've been stuck in a crowd of 15 walkers and survive with all limbs. And slit a guy's throat cause he put my family at risk. So you try and escape I kill you, you try and lie I slit your throat, you try and fight me I'll let you get eaten alive by walkers. So what are you doing here?" They were silent.
"I didn't know we had dogs here, SPEAK!" She yelled, "We were running from a herd and our friend got hurt." The girl explained. "And you lead them here, I should kill you for doing that." Carl walked in. "Carl go back outside," she said sternly. "But-" "Carl, you are gonna give Judith to Beth and bring Daryl back." Carl nodded knowing not to disobey.
"Daryl's like a chihuahua, angry and uptight and snappy, but all in a little package. I thought pigs would fly when I met a man like that but when I looked up there were only clear skies." One of the men looked at the sword. "Oh honey, I can hold these up for hours, if you keep staring I'll carve your eyes out." She snapped to a girl.
"I know you," she muttered. "Doubt it,"
"No you were on the t.v," Samantha chuckled. "Yeah, I'm not putting these down." Daryl came in. "We got company," she looked over her shoulder one of them tried to move. "No no, what did I say. Now, you are gonna leave, I'm not asking, I'm telling. I've gone through too much shit to get this place safe to have you ruin it." She snapped. "Samantha," Daryl said and her head snapped towards him. "Don't be rash," she scoffed.
One of them tried moving towards her. Samantha stepped back flipping her sword into the air grabbing the sharp end and bringing the handle up causing the person to fall back. Her blood dripped onto the floor. "What did I say? I said don't move."
