The Dixons And Me - The Walking Dead FanFiction

Chapter Twenty Two

Sam narrows her eyes at Beth and releases her grip on her. She looks around, she feels eyes on her and Beth is still looking at her.

"What do you want blondie?" Sam snaps.

"I'm surprised you're awake and talking. You've been out for only two days. Shoulda been longer, considering you got shot." Beth tells her.

Sam tries to sit up but hisses in pain and Beth is by her side in an instant, helping her lay back down.

"I don't need your help." Sam mumbles.

Beth backs away and nods her head slowly.

"Okay, I'll just get my Dad to come and  help you."

As Beth walks out of the room, Sam turns her head and sees her leather jacket hung over a chair, she narrows her eyes and sees patches of blood on it.

"Fucksake." She growls.

"I'd appreciate if you didn't use that language in my home." An old man says walking over to Sam.

"I'd appreciate you not telling me what to do. You ain't my Dad." Sam growls.

"Don't talk to him like that missy." A different woman with short brown hair warned.

"Or what? You can shut up too."

"SAM! Respect. Now." Shane snapped as he entered the room.

She glared at him and shook her head no.

"Respect is earned. Not given."

"Yeah? Well I think these people have earned our respect, because if it wasn't for them you'd be dead!"

Sam sighed and looked at the old man and the brunette.

"I'm sorry."

"That's quite all right. Now let me check your wound." The old man smiled.

He gently lifted Sam's shirt up and took the gauze off and inspected the wound.

"That's healing as well as I'd hoped for, but I have to change the bandage, would you like me to get one of your group to do it? Or one of my daughters? Or would you like me to?" He asked.

"I'll do it. She might not be comfortable with you doing it, because you're a man. You know what teenage girls are like." Beth spoke up.

"Oh really? Maybe I'm not comfortable with a total stranger doing it either. Just let your Daddy do it." Sam rolled her eyes.

"Sam..." Shane warned.

"Sorry."

"It's okay." Beth smiles walking out of the room.

I could kill her puppy in front of her and she'd still be smiling. Sam thinks to herself.

"My name is Hershel by the way. This woman here." He says looking up at the brunette. "Is my eldest daughter. Maggie. The one who has just left is my youngest. Beth." Hershel says as he gently places the fresh gauze on Sam's wound.

"Maggie could you help her up please?" Hershel asks Maggie as he gently holds onto Sam's right arm. Maggie nods her head and gently grabs her left.

"Now we need you to lift yourself up, it will be painful, but it's just so we can wrap the fresh bandage around the gauze."

Sam nods her head and with all her strength, she sits up and moves to the edge of the bed, she takes a moment to gather herself and ignores the pain as she pushes herself up into the standing position.

Maggie holds her steady as Hershel wraps the bandage around her. It's not long before he's finished and Sam is laying back in bed.

"Are you hungry?" Maggie asks.

"Where's Daryl?" Sam asks a question of her own, ignoring Maggie's.

"Daryl?"

"The one with the crossbow."

"Oh him! He went out with a girl...Ellie I think her name is. He should be back soon." Maggie smiles.

There's a knock on the door and Beth is standing there with a tray with food on it and a glass of orange juice. Sam groans and rolls her eyes.

"You don't have to eat it all, but please eat some. You need to get your strength back." Beth says walking over to the bed and placing the tray on the bedside table. Sam looked at the tray and was surprised at what she saw.

Bacon, eggs, toast and tomatoes.

"If you need anything else, just let me know." Beth says.

"I need you to shut the fuck up and and leave me alone." Sam mumbles to herself and starts to laugh...Which leads to a coughing fit.

Sam struggles for breath. Maggie helps her sit up as Beth grabs the glass of OJ and helps Sam drink it.

"Thanks." She mumbles.

"What was so funny?" Maggie asks raising her eyebrows.

"Nothing...Just remembering something that happend before the world went to sh-Hell."

Maggie nods her head slowly and walks out of the room followed by Beth.

Sam settles lays back down and happily sighs at the soft pillows, until loud footsteps can be heard and someone opens the door.

"What now?" Sam growls.

"Holy shit...Yer awake...."

Daryl was back, and as soon as Sam heard his voice a huge smile appeared on her face.

"Hey Daryl."

She opened her eyes when she heard him getting closer, he wasn't smiling or had a happy expression, which was unusual when he was around her...He looked mad....But why?