1 | 𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐈𝐄 ➪ 𝔇.𝔇𝔦𝔵𝔬𝔫

F O R T Y - T W O

She was finally able to tear her eyes from his. She didn't blush like she should've, instead her urge to kill him grew. And one thought finally occurred, she was finally realizing the obvious. 'I'm a serial killer.' It hadn't clicked until this moment that she realized the most terrifying truth. 'I enjoy it.' A thought that caused her blood to run cold. 

Whereas Carol had a proud smile. Because she was right. 

But no one could be more naive to the inner working of the two. 

They continued down the long road, thankfully not running into any walkers. "Remember that time Pookie fell down that hill?" Carol asked. Samantha didn't like the name, she actually hated it. It felt like an inside joke she wasn't a part of. No one spoke and "Was it something I said?" She questioned wondering why the two were so silent. 

Neither answered and Carol sighed letting them fall into silence. Their footsteps seemed to get louder and louder as they walked in complete and utter silence. "Can I carry one, Daryl?" She asked knowing Carol would say no. He handed her the one on her side. She held it in the other hand as they walked. 

The sun started to set slowly casting a beautiful glow on all of them. Samantha wondered what Daryl's tan skin would look like. She liked his hair, she had told him to grow it out, but she could never see his face from the side. 

Despite that fact, she looked up at him. Her hand grazed against him causing him to tense. And his shoulders soon slumped as he relaxed with the thought of her. He didn't want to meet her gaze because he knew, he knew that he would never look away. 

And if he never looked away, she would either kill him or kill herself. 

She kept looking at him before looking down. Their hands kept brushing, each brush sending an electrifying shock through her body. 

She took a chance and grabbed his hand, interlacing their fingers together. He gave her hand a squeeze causing her to smile softly. She had missed his warm touch for ages and was glad she had some sort of resemblance to her best friend. 

"Thank you, Carol," Samantha spoke, almost afraid to. "For what?" Carol asked peering at her. "Saving us, you did it, all by yourself." Samantha looked at the road. "You're all my family, who would I be if I let my family die?" She asked rhetorically. "Me, you would be me." She said barely loud enough for her to hear. 

Samantha had left the prison when shit hit the fan. She ran like her father told her to, she did the cowardly move. She ran and then she blamed Daryl. 

She let go of his hand and seconds later he let go of her. They soon approached an intersection, with a car crashed into one of the rusted signs. "I got this," Samantha picked up a jog before either could argue with her. She approached the car checking inside for any undead; before setting the jug down and opening the car door. 

She left it open as she searched through it looking for anything valuable. She opened the glove department shuffling through it, her hands latched onto something thin and plastic. With piqued interest, she pulled it out.

It was an Evanescence CD, reminding her of the present Daryl got her that she never got to enjoy. Her other hand went to her neck pulling up the fox necklace he had given her. She rested her head on the headrest, taking a deep breath. She let it out realizing her worries. 

When she opened her eyes she put the necklace back under her shirt so he couldn't see it. She saw the key in the ignition and tried starting the car but it just stuttered before going quiet. She turned the key once again, giving the car another chance. It once again stuttered and groaned before falling silent.