Beth was knocked back a few feet by an archer, all in a frenzy. His bow was clutched in his hands as he sped past her and out into the courtyard with his bag. She wondered where he was off too in such a hurry. Daryl watched him as he exited the prison gates to cool off, replaying the kiss over in his mind again. It was like a moment he'd never forget, something he was so confused about yet he couldn't help thinking he kind of liked it. About ten minutes passed and he hadn't returned yet no one was worried, convinced that the worst of the attack had passed.
In a far away RV that was not too far away The Governor stared at Hershel, Michonne and Sam trapped under his mercy.
"Son of a-"
"Sam!" Hershel reprimanded, his voice quivering and Sam shot the older man a glare.
"I refuse to be helpless anymore damn it! I always get fuckin' captured!" He yelled. He noticed that he had people with him, women and a child that looked innocent and Sam began to formulate a plan. The Governor went on to explain that those at the prison were evil, not to be trusted and the ones who took his eye from him and Sam thought that while his back was turned, it'd be a great time to spring an attack. He put all the strength he had into one hit, smashing the one-eyed man around the back of the head and causing him to stumble. The Governor stumbled forwards, his head throbbing and his eye wide in shock. This was a complete personality change from the helpless tortured man at Woodbury. Michonne and Hershel yelled out for him to leave them and he made a break for it, grabbing his bow and quiver and a 9mm glock 19 pistol that used to belong to Hershel. He ran, past the innocent that stared at him in both horror and awe as the Governor came yelling angrily after him, swaying with blood dripping down his temple. The Governor's eyes blazed in anger as he readied the tank, he was heavily armed and moving in. Sam arrived at the gates soon, able to avoid walkers as he was let in by those at the gate, thankful he was with everyone even if he knew that it wasn't safe.
"What happened?" Rick asked, seeing the blood on Sam's hands and shirt. Sam panted, his eyes filled with a fear that was not normal.
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"Calm down ok, just breathe and talk to us" Rick gestured to Tyreese and Daryl behind him and Sam's eyes darted to where the noise of a tank was, the vehicle loomed over the hill, the growling and signifying the end like bells in a church yard. The governor, looking worse for wear, called Rick down for negotiation and he went, leaving Daryl to silently handed out all weapon in preparation for a war. Sam handed the hunter his 9mm pistol without looking him in the eye and Daryl felt a horrible feeling bubble up inside of him, one of despondency. It was then, in the thick of an attack, that he realised he really felt something for Sam, something indescribable. He'd never been one for clichés and yet this seemed so strangely predictable that he couldn't help but laugh. The group of survivors watched from the safety of the fence as The governor held Michonne's Katana up to Hershel's neck, his eye twitching in fury and mouth forming words they couldn't hear, the knew this was the end for the old man, though never did they think he'd die such an awful death.
"I've fought him before and after, we took in his old friends. They've become leaders in what we have here. Now, you put down your weapons, walk through those gates, and you're one of us. We let go of all of it, and nobody dies. Everyone who's alive right now. Everyone who's made it this far. We've all done the worst kinds of things just to stay alive, but we can still come back. We're not too far gone.", Rick said. Hershel smiled as Rick's speech carried over to the survivors, his words inspiring them all.
It all happened within a matter of seconds.
Hershel crawled, the Katana was brought down on his neck, his head was severed, gunfire sounded. Rick was caught, taking a bullet to the thigh yet escaping still, Michonne rolled to safety as Sam emptied round after round into those threatening his family, his pistol more effective than arrows at this point. All innocents were evacuated as Sam pushed Daryl narrowly out of the path of a volley of bullets, landing harshly on top of him. They sprang up, now trapped in a corner by the advancing tank. They were attacked, walkers poured through the gaping holes in the fence, their eyes burned from the dust, grenades fired at the militia to stop it. The two men succeeded and found Beth, her arms tightly wound around Judith who cried, wails loud butnot heard amidst the guns. Sam found himself searching for them all and stopped, pulling Daryl in for a short yet passionate kiss again.
"Sam! Don't ya dare! SAM!" Daryl yelled, tugged away by Beth as the other Hunter ran back into the thrall, a reassuring smile on his face. Daryl's eyes watered, his throat constricted and his fists clenched so hard he drew blood yet he ran, determined to keep Beth safe.
A few hours later, overcome by his decision, Sam walked alone down the dusty track that paved his way to a new start yet again, his feet dragged beneath him yet his face was set, devoid of emotion. He hoped Daryl had lived, Beth too and the others. He sat and made fire, his bow beside him ready to pick up at any moment an his senses heightened. He wished he'd just gone with Daryl but it was worth it, he got to save Carl and Rick who then disappeared on him too, their footprints etched upon the dirt he'd previously been walking on. As he tied himself high in a tree that night, petrified of what was to come he thought about Daryl, his confusion had faded.
He knew now that he loved Daryl Dixon.
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Same Love
RomanceHe had always been introverted, growing up in Georgia, his family was religious and hated him for being Gay. when the apocalypse occurs and the dead start walking the earth he learns that there is more to love than they once said, than procreation...
