Swallowed By Fear

Chapter twenty

Btw in this story Shane is not a complete a**hole.

- (September 14th 2014)

"Carl, you kay?" Samantha asked, she looked down at his blue shirt and noticed blood. They were back at Alexandria now, Sam hadn't quite healed from her injuries just yet.

Carl nodded
"Yeah I'm okay, don't worry, just fell down," Carl explained, full on lying to his baby sister, but she didn't need to know the truth.

          "Do you wan a pwincess banaid?" Sammy asked, she pointed down at the bandage she had placed on her bruise the other day. Carl smiled despite the clear discomfort and pain he was in, he nodded.

"I would love one," Samantha shrieked excitedly, she gently pushed over to the toilet so he could sit down.

"W-wait Sam, I can do it myself, and I need more than just a bandaid," Carl protested, not wanting his baby sister to see how big his wound actually was.

"Sammy, you're only three, let me do it," Samantha shook her head, she climbed up on the sink and opened up the mirror cabinet. Sam stood up on her tippy toes and reached for the bandaids.

"Sa-Sammy you're gonna fall," Carl quickly stood up, his hand leaving his side, he grabbed Samantha just as her foot slipped off of the counter. Sam grabbed the princess bandaids just as she slipped and Carl pulled her away from the counter.

"Are you okay?" Carl asked, his heart racing slightly, along with a throbbing pain in his side.
"I got da bandaids," Sammy said quite proudly, she held up the princess bandaids and showed Carl.

"Okay.. you'll also need these when patching up big wounds," Carl shifted Samantha to his non hurt side and grabbed some gauze.

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"Thewe awl bettew", Sam said as she finished putting a Cinderella bandaid on top of the gauze that Carl had put on. Carl smiled, he looked down at his side, Sammy had put four different princess bandaids around Carl's gauze, keeping it in place.

"Wow, thank you, I think you should become a doctor one day, Dr. Samantha," Sam giggled, she nodded her head. Carl quickly pulled his shirt over his head when he heard footsteps getting closer to the bathroom they were in.

"Hey Carl do you know where Sa- oh, I see, what are you two trouble makers up to?" Michonne asked, a smirk plastered on her face. Carl eyed his little sister, afraid she would say something.

"Why are the bandaids out?" Michonne asked, getting a little worried about both of her children. Sam pulled up her shirt, showing off her stitches on her stomach, two princess stickers on either side of the stitches.

"Um uh yeah Sammy ripped her stitches by accident and she wanted to fix them, so I helped her," Carl stuttered out, Michonne nodded, she turned to walk away but stopped in her tracks.

"You okay Carl? Got blood on your shirt," Michonne asked, stepping closer to her children.
"Ye-yeah it's just Samantha's blood," Carl answered avoid eye contact.
Michonne nodded, she knelt down in front of Sam.

"You feel okay sweetheart? Maybe we should go see the doctor, have him check you out," Carl nodded agreeing, Sammy did rip her stitches which Carl only discovered after he saved her from falling off of the counter.

Michonne picked up Samantha, holding her like a baby so her stitches wouldn't get ripped even more.
          "I-I'll um get dinner started, so it'll be ready when you guys come back," Michonne nodded, she leaned over and kissed Carl on the head.

          "Change your shirt too, don't need your father freaking out over the both of you again," Carl nodded, a slight smile appearing on his face before it completely wiped away when he remembered that he was hurt.

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"Carl! Carl! I got a wowipop!" Sam shouted, as Michonne carried her into the house, setting her down on the couch.
          "What! You got a lollipop? Good job Sammy," Carl sat down next to his sister, he lifted up his hand to give her a high five.

Samantha smiled, she leaned over and connected her hand with Carl's.
          "Spaghetti? Smells good," Michonne complemented, she got out five big bowls and a smaller one for Sam. Carl glanced at her confused.

"Daryl joining us?" Carl asked, noticing the two extra plates, one most likely being for Shane. Michonne nodded.
          "Yeah, asked me if it was okay that he joined us," Michonne responded. She heard the sound of the front door opening and looked up.

Rick entered looking somewhat anxious and pissed off at the same time. Michonne walked over to him, she grabbed his hand and held it.
"Hey.. you okay?" Rick nodded, he glanced over at his daughter who was sitting on the couch, focused on trying to open the lollipop.

"Oh um Sammy ripped her stitches earlier, she's fine now, it happened when she was with Carl so if you find blood on one of his shirts don't freak out," Michonne explained, trying not to freak out her boyfriend.

Rick sighed, he knelt down next to Samantha and gave her a kiss on the forehead.
"Something smells good," Rick commented, he stood up and grabbed Michonne's hand again before entering the kitchen.
"Carl made spaghetti for us, oh and Daryl's joining us for dinner," Michonne spoke.

The front door opened again this time Shane walked through with Daryl in tow. Sam looked up at the noise, she gasped excitedly.
"Hey Sammy," Shane leaned over and ruffled the girls hair. Daryl reached down, his hand open for Samantha to take.

Sam dropped her lollipop down onto the couch and grabbed Daryl's open hand.
          "Cawl made pasketti," Sammy said, looking up at Daryl and Shane. The men both chuckled at Samantha's pronunciation.

          "Spaghetti, Carl made spaghetti," Shane corrected, he followed behind Daryl and Sam into the kitchen.
          "Pasketti," the little girl mumbled to herself.