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TBH I don't like this gif, it looks weird.
Everyone knew that truly living and truly dying had changed a lot since the apocalypse. How could it not? When you died you came back and feasted upon the living. And the living had to kill their family, their friends, their lovers. No one truly survived the apocalypse.
"Go ask Samantha to come, we could use the help," Carol suggested to Daryl. He gave her a long look that showed he was hesitant. "She listens to you." Daryl knew what Carol was trying to do. And he hated it.
Samantha had just killed someone she cared for and here was Carol trying to help mend Daryl and Samantha's relationship. He walked up to where she sat on the stairs to the church. "Come on," he said with little enthusiasm. She shook her head, not bothering to face him. "We need your help," he then put his hand out.
She stared at it, debating on whether accepting it was a good idea. What if I kill them too? She asked herself. She focused on his hand and as the seconds past the more she begged to feel his warm touch. Her gaze slid up his body until she met his beautiful sky blue gaze. She grabbed his hand and he pulled her to her feet.
He let go of her cold touch and started walking back toward Carol. He felt triumphant that he could get her to come with them. Because that meant she still felt some sort of attachment to him.
She walked a few steps behind them, letting their conversation flow without her interruption. While they conversed she listened to the hallucinations that walked beside her. "You should speak up," Lori peered over Amelia to look at Samantha. "Is that really a good idea, the last time she spoke to someone she threw a dagger at their throat," Jay said appearing on the other side of Samantha. "You aren't exactly helping, Jay," Amelia spoke.
Something that caused Samantha much discomfort was how Amelia's hallucinations were extremely different from the real person. Amelia would never argue with Jay, she would never speak up against their father. The hallucination acted so differently because Samantha hadn't been innocent she was 5. She grew up faster, she adapted to what her sister needed.
Samantha wasn't blind to the different roles her hallucinations took. Lori was the grounded voice, she gave up the logical choice. Amelia was the peacekeeper more or less. She stood up for Samantha since Samantha usually couldn't participate in the conversations due to the people who constantly surrounded her.
"She's shutting people out, it's not healthy." Lori's voice held worry and a motherly care only Lori had shown her. "She killed someone she cared for, what's next will she start eating humans?" And Jay spoke about her worries. The things she didn't want to admit.
"Did you travel with anyone?" She finally asked. They all stopped, they stood in the middle of the forest. The sound of birds surrounded them. And the ambiance was calm yet the question hung in the air, a thick layer of tension surrounding it. "No."
