The Dixons And Me - The Walking Dead FanFiction

Chapter Seventy Seven

Sam's POV

I could feel my energy slowly begin to decrease as we walked down the long empty road. It reminds me of the time just before I met Daryl...Except I have Glenn...And this bitch Tara. I hate her. She was with him. She was with The Governor. He did this. He killed Lori. Hershel. He made me lose the rest of my family. Daryl...Merle...Ellie...Ava...Beth.

I shake my head, trying to shake off the tiredness, but it's no use. I feel my eyes slowly close but I force them open. Again and again.

"Are you okay?" Tara asks turning her head to face me.

I nod my head and carry on walking. I feel someone put their hand on my shoulder. I look to see Tara and I quickly push her away and raise my crossbow at her. Her eyes widen and she raises her hands up.

"Don't touch me. You touch me and you will lose a hand." I warn.

"God damnit Sam." Glenn sighs and walks up beside me and lowers my arms and shakes his head. "It wasn't her fault."

"She was with him Glenn! The man who hurt my family. The man who hurt me! She was a part of this." I pause and glare at her. "She's the reason you are seperated from your wife."

"Enough. Sam, enough. She didn't fire her gun. It wasn't her fault." Glenn replies calmly and I shake my head.

"She was on his side still." I say before walking ahead. I hear them talking but I ignore them.

All I can think about right now is Beth. Did she watch the moment her father died? I feel like such a prick for not being there...For not being awake. Maybe if I was there I could have done something. Maybe if I was awake I could have shot that asshole and we'd all be safe in the prison. As a family. Together. It's all my fault.

Lori, Judith and Hershel are dead because of me.

The anger rushes through me. I feel it going through my body...The anger making me feel more awake.

"MOTHER FUCKER!" I yell dropping my crossbow on the ground as I begin to punch a tree that's close to the road.

I punch it over and over again as the tears stream down my face, but not from the pain, but from anger and loss.

I feel someone pull me away from the tree, they gently turn me around and wrap their arms around me in a tight hug.

"Yer all righ' Sam. I got ye."

I look up and see Daryl looking down at me. I rest my head against his chest and I cry harder. I clutch on to him tighter.

"Shh. It's alright Sam."

I look up again but instead of Daryl, it's Glenn.

I pull away and wipe my eyes, I look over to see Tara stood there concerned. I let out a shaky breath and pick my crossbow up and carry on walking. Tara and Glenn not far behind.

"Wait." Glenn calls and I stop in my tracks and turn around.

He removes his bag from his back and opens it, rummaging around.

"Come here." I walk over to him slowly and he gently takes my bloody hand and bandages it.

"Thanks." I whisper and he nods his head.

Suddenly, five walkers appear out of nowhere. I grab my knife and stab one in the head, cringing as some of it's blood drips down on to my hand.

"GLENN!" Tara shouts and I turn around quickly to see Glenn fall to the  floor as two walkers surround him.

I run over and stab one in the head as Tara stabs the other.

I pull the walkers away and kneel down beside Glenn and tap his cheek gently.

"Glenn? Glenn can you hear me?" I ask my voice cracking slightly.

"I think he just passed out." Tara says gently and I look at her and nod my head.

More growls from the dead can be heard and I quickly stand up and watch as about ten slowly limp towards us.

"Shit." Tara hisses and walks next to me clutching her knife tight.

I look towards her and see a walker slowly limping towards her, from behind.

"Watch out!" I say and quickly pull her away, we lose our balance and we fall to the ground.

"Fuck." She hisses as she rubs her ankle gently.

I grab my crossbow and begin to fire arrows at walkers getting too close, I don't have time to reload as another walker gets too close to comfort. I plunge my knife deep into it's skull, thankfully that was the last walker.

I slowly walk around collecting my arrows also trying to catch my breath.

"Well. That was pretty fucking amazing." A stranger says walking in front of his truck.

Where the fuck did he come from?!

"Fuck you asshole." Tara snaps as she slowly stands up, limping slightly.

A woman and another man appar next to him and I shake my head.

I feel myself become tired again, that took a lot of energy out of me.

"You alright chica?" The girl asks walking forward.

"So tired." I say quietly, I feel myself falling but someone manages to catch me.

I don't have the energy to look around so I watch the man with ginger hair walk towards me and gently pick me up.

"You're gonna be alright darling. I ain't gonna hurt ya. You just close your eyes and get some shut eye." He says gently.

I want to fight but it's just impossible. I lost the battle against sleep..I just hope this is all a nightmare and when I wake up I will be next to my girl.

Beth Greene...My girl.