The Next Day
Sam's POV
When I woke up, it wasn't because I wanted to. I was having the best sleep I had, had in a long time and some asshole was knocking on the door.
I groaned and slowly got out of bed and shuffled to the door, yawning and stretching.
Opening the door I looked at the person in confusion.
"Michonne?"
"Can I come in?" She asks as she adjusts something on her back.
I nod my head and open the door wider and step to the side and she walks in. I close the door and walk towards her.
"So..."
"I don't trust this place. I've tried talking to Andrea but she's too loved up with...Him. I'm leaving. Are you coming with me?" She asks standing tall.
I sit down slowly and think this through...If I leave with her then I might never get back to the prison..If I stay I might never get back to the prison...I don't trust this place either...But if we both leave then who will save Andrea when this place goes to shit? We may have had our differences and she might hate me a little but I won't leave her.
"Michonne...I...Andrea..." I pause and sigh. Might as well just say it the way it is. "I'm staying."
She looks down a little and nods her head a little.
"Alright."
She turns to walk away and she opens the door but I stop her from leaving.
"Michonne..."
She turns around and I give her a small smile.
"If..If you ever come across a prison..And see a man with a crossbow tell him I'm okay...And stay safe."
She nods her head before leaving through the door.
I decide to catch a few more hours of sleep and so I head back to my bed and as soon as my head hits the pillow again, I'm out like a light.
A Few Hours Later
This time when I wake up, it's nearly dark outside outside...How long have I been asleep for? Shit I must have been tired...And now I can't fall back asleep.
I decide to go for a walk so I get dressed and put my leather jacket on and grab my knife and put it in my boot...Just in case.
I walk out of my place and just wander the streets of Woodbury.
I hear commotion coming from behind a few buildings and I walk around. I notice a huge crowd and The Govoner shouting.
I push my way through and see The Govoner with a bandage over his eye and a man knelt down with a bag on his head and Merle standing in the centre of it all..Walkers tied up on posts...Snapping and growling.
"You wanted your brother." The Govoner says turning to Merle.
And a man, who I believe is called Martinez walks up to the man knelt down and lifts him up, quickly taking the bag off his head. I gasp.
Daryl.
"Well, you got him. Show us where your loyalty lie." The Govoner smirks as Daryl is untied and pushed forward towards Merle who looks shocked.
I look towards him and he looks to me and gives me a wink, I give him a confused look and Daryl turns his head in my direction and his eyes go wide.
"I'LL SHOW YE WHERE MA LOYALTY LIES. IT LIES RIGHT HERE." Merle yells as he runs over to Daryl and punches him in the stomach.
"NO!" I shout over the chorus of cheers.
I nearly scream as Merle pulls Daryl over to a walker and just as the walker is about to take a bite, Merle pulls him away and throws another punch sending Daryl to the ground.
Daryl gets up and goes to swing a punch at Merle, but he ducks and goes flying face first into the ground.
I go to walk over but someone stops me. I struggle against them and watch as Merle punches and kicks Daryl. Tears fall from my eyes but through my blurry vision, I see Merle whispers something to Daryl and Daryl jumps up and they stand back to back.
Suddenly smoke is surrounding me and I can't see shit. I hear screams and gun fire.
I fall to the ground and cover my head with my arms, until I feel someone pull me to my feet.
I push the person away but the person grabs me again.
"It's me." Daryl says over the commotion and I sigh in relief.
He pulls me along, and we run and we run until we reach the edge of Woodbury and slip through the fence, Merle following close behind.
We run again deep into the woods and when we stop a smile crosses my face, Rick, Glenn, Maggie Gavin and Riley are there.
But as Glenn looks up I gasp.
His face...It's looks horrible..Cuts. Bruises. A fat lip.
What the fuck happend?
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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...