The Next Day
Sam slowly opened her eyes, and felt arms wrapped around her. She moved her head carefully and saw she had fallen asleep on the sofa, with Ellie.
She carefully removed Ellie's arms from around her, surprisingly Ellie didn't move.
Sam walked outside and sighed happily as the sun hit her skin, making her feel warm. She looked up at the sky and saw no clouds. Today was going to be a hot day.
She heard shouting coming from the barn so she made her way over. As she got closer she heard the cries of pain from a young man, and his begs to stop.
"How many are in yer group?!" She heard Daryl growl.
"I-I...I don't know. Maybe around th-th-Thirty." He stammered.
She heard a fist connecting with something and she peered inside to see a young man tied up and Daryl with bloody hands.
"Tell me about 'em." He orders stepping back.
"They have guns, lots of guns. If they find you..They're going to kill all of your men...And you're women...Gonna wish they were dead...Ya see...We hit this camp one time...A nice family. A husband and wife and two kids...Well..Teens..Girls. They were nice looking. The men they..They beat the man up and made him watch as some of the other men..They..They..But I didn't touch them I swear."
Daryl quickly connects his fist with the man's stomach.
Sam barged in and Daryl quickly looked over. When he saw it was Sam he looked pissed.
"Get out." He growled pointing to the door. She shook her head and walked to the man tied up.
"What's your name?" She asks gently.
"I..Ain't..Telling..You..Shit.." He says inbetween breaths from when Daryl had hit him.
Sam sighs and notices the big wound on his leg.
"You..You know when you have a scab and you start to pick at it...You start real slow...But sooner or later.." She says pressing her hand on to it. "You just gotta rip it off." She growls pressing harder on to it. He cries put in pain.
"Randall, it's Randall." He shouts.
Sam steps back and looks at Daryl who just rolls his eyes.
"Get out now." He tells her.
She shakes her head and storms out of the barn. She walks to the stables, this is now the place she goes to cool down. The horses make her feel calm, she used to go horse riding with...An old friend and everytime she had been hit she would go to the nearest stable and just sit with the horses.
It wasn't a strangers stable of course. It was her friends. She knew about the abuse, but Sam told her to keep quiet.
Once Sam has reached the stables, a brown horse, called Nelly catches her attention. Sam smiles and runs her hand through her mane.
She sits down in the centre of the stable and just stares at the horse, feeling herself become calm, that is until a voice speaks.
"Can we talk?"
Sam stands up and winces in pain as she feels a dull pain in her shoulder. She turns around and notices a bandage wrapped around wrist.
"No."
"Please Sam." Beth begs.
"No Beth! There is nothing to talk about!" Sam snaps.
"Yes there is! I'm sorry I hurt myself, but I just wanted it to end!"
"I told you that you didn't have to cope with all of this, on your own. But no you still go and decide to do something stupid."
"Andrea told me that if I wanted to, that if it was what I wanted then I should do it. I shouldn't let people choose my decisions for me."
"I don't give a fuck what Andrea said! She's a bitch! She blames me for the death of her sister!!! It wasn't my fault!!! I loved Amy!! I admit it! I loved her. But I never got to tell her because she got taken away from me!" Sam yells, finally opening up to Beth.
"You're afraid, that's why you pushed me away. Why you were horrible to my family when you arrived here, because you're afraid."
"I'm not afraid of anything."
"Yes you are. You're afraid of losing people. God forbid anybody gets too close."
"Of course I don't want people getting too close anymore! After what happend with Amy, it's just a matter of time before everyone ends up like her dead. Everyone I love and care about leaves. Weather they walk out of my life. Or if they die. Just welcome to my life Beth, because that's all it consists of. People acting like they do care about me only to leave me."
"You wanna know what that is? That's bullshit." Beth snaps.
Sam walks closer to Beth and shakes her head.
"No. That's the truth. Wanna know what is bullshit though? That I went through all the pain and loss. More pain and lost many more people than you did and guess what? I didn't go cutting my wrists looking for attention." Sam growls making a cutting motion on her wrist with her hand.
"We've only known eachother what? A week? Two weeks? And we've already been through so much. You act like that, it doesn't matter to you. It matters to me. You saved me. More than once."
"Because it was the right thing to do."
"Sam...I'm sorry for what I did." Beth sighs.
Sam feels herself getting angry. She hates the fact that Beth cut herself. What if she cut too deep and she couldn't be saved? Sam didn't want to admit it but she cared about Beth. Alot.
Sam reaches for a saddle and throws it across the stable in fustration. She cries out on pain and falls to her knees clutching her shoulder. Beth rushes to her side but Sam puts her arm up.
"I'm fine." She snaps.
Beth ignores her and helps her stand up.
Sam loses her balances but Beth steadies her. Their faces are inches apart and Sam notices the tears in Beths eyes. She brings her hand up and gently wipes the tears with her thumb.
"I'm sorry." Beth whispers.
Sam pulls her into a hug and sighs.
"I know. I am too."
They stay in a hug for a few minutes until they hear fighting. They walk out of the barn, Sam has her arm around Beth protectivly and when they exit the barn they see Daryl and Ellie arguing.
Guess we're not the only ones having problems. Sam thinks to herself as she sees Daryl going to walk away but Ellie grabs his arm.
"We were a mistake!" She hears Daryl yell and then he walks off, leaving Ellie alone.
"We should do something." Beth whispers.
Sam nods her head and looks at Beth.
"You talk to Ellie, I'll talk to Daryl."
Beth nods her head and they walk off in the opposite direction of eachother.
"Damnit Dixon. What have you done now?" Sam mumbles to herself.
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The Dixons And Me - The Walking Dead FanFiction
FanfictionThe Walking Dead FanFiction In a world where the undead live, a young sixteen year old who goes by the name of Sam is trying her hardest to survive in this cruel world. She has nobody. She watched her family get ripped apart by those monsters, her f...