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Samantha and Daryl had gone on a run to get supplies. They had more people in the prison and were going through supplies quickly. They had gone into a store to get canned food. They went their separate ways when Daryl heard her, "Daryl!" She yelled scared and he followed the voice. He saw a walker going towards her, she didn't seem to have her swords.
The walker had its back to him. "Hey!" He shouted and the walker turned around. "Merle?" Daryl asked but just got a growl. Merle turned around and attacked Samantha. Biting into her neck blood spraying everywhere. The blood had splattered on his face.
Daryl shot out of bed sitting straight as he awoke from his dream. He brought his hands across his face and saw no blood. "Thank God," he looked around the cell. He noticed a foot hanging off the top bunk.
He stood up and saw Samantha sleeping, he didn't know why she was in here. He guessed she had a nightmare like him. She turned towards him, he liked how when she slept she looked peaceful. She started to move her face tightening up. He softly shook her until she woke up.
"I'm sorry to wake you, I thought sleeping in here would help." She confessed not looking at him. "You didn't wake me," she nodded. It was awkward. "Why are you up?" She looked at him her eyes looking innocent and doe-like. She propped herself up using her elbow to keep her up and her hand to support her head.
"Nightmare," he whispered, "Me too." They were silent for a long moment. "Can I sleep down there, with you?" She pleaded and he nodded. "Thank you," he stepped aside and she jumped down. She was scared to ask him that, but she wanted a good sleep. He got in and she got in next to him. She looked at him, she kissed his cheek "Thanks," He nodded.
She could feel the blanket at the end of the bed, it was cheap but it was warm. Daryl sat up grabbing the blanket pulling it over her. It was warmer under it. His head rested on one side of the pillow hers on the other, inches between them. "You should keep it," his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Her hand came to his cheek her fingers softly moving over the hair on his face.
"This, the long hair and beard. Maybe one day you'll get someone as beautiful as Beth to want you." Her smile was genuine and a little sarcastic. Her eyes watched her finger as it went up and down his jawline. "I don't want Beth," they were talking quiet enough no one could hear them. "Why not? She's innocent, selfless, sweet, blonde and blue eyes, no mental illness I know of, probably a virgin, why wouldn't you want her?" "I don't want, sweet, innocent, blonde, or selfless." She sighed, she paid attention to her finger as it moved along his cheek.
"What do you want?" Her eyes flicked to his before looking back at his cheek. "To live." It wasn't the right answer it wasn't the one he wanted to say. But the right answer was one he was confused about, one he couldn't admit.
She tried to cover him with the blanket but it didn't seem to cover both of them. His finger hooked onto one of her belt loops pulling her closer so their chests were pressed together. A short squeal came from her mouth shocked at the movement. "I can um, turn around?" He just shrugged not caring, she turned around her hands going under her head.
