Disclaimer: I do not own the Walking Dead! I only own Samantha.
I hope everyone is enjoying this story! I'm really enjoying writing it! This chapter is based off of season two, episode five, "Chupacabra." Enjoy!
I had stuck by Daryl's side all evening since he made it back to the farm, and I had actually fell asleep in his tent that night. When I woke up the next morning, one of my legs was in between both of Daryl's, and his arm was slung lazily around my waist. I sighed contently, knowing that once he woke up, the moment would be over.
"Sam?" Damn it. His voice was rough and heavy with sleep.
"Mornin' Daryl." I said, turning my head slightly so I could see his face. He looked shocked now that he was finally waking up. His cheeks turned a light shade of pink, and I grinned. "Look how cute you are when you blush." I teased, touching his cheek lightly.
He reached up and grabbed my wrist, pulling my hand away from his face. He held my wrist gently in his large hand, and I felt my heart pound in my chest as we held eye contact. "Yer a pervert. Sleepin' in my bed, touchin' me without my consent." He said, his voice rough, but this time it wasn't with sleep.
I felt my eyes widen a fraction at his words, but then he gave me a little smirk. "I'm jus' screwin' with ya, Sam." He said, dropping my wrist. My face was burning with embarrassment and I scrambled to stand up and make my way out of the tent. I heard the faint sound of his chuckles as I ran the other way.
Lori and Carol were at the clothes line, hanging up the wet laundry. "Oh no! I forgot it was laundry day." I apologized to the two women, and they both smiled at me.
"I just woke up myself." Lori said, shrugging her shoulders.
"I can manage. I had an idea to run by the two of you. Their big kitchen got me thinking, I'd love to cook in a real kitchen again. Maybe we can all pitch in and cook for Hershel and his family tonight." Carol explained, and I grinned.
"That would be fun! It would be good for everyone. A little bit of normalcy." Lori agreed with me.
"It's the least we could do, after everything they've done for us."
"Could you extend the invitation?" Carol asked Lori, and she wondered why. "Well, you're Rick's wife. Kind of makes you the unofficial First Lady." Lori grinned at that. I blushed as Daryl came walking by me, and Lori and Carol both seemed to have noticed. I felt his shoulder brush mine when he passed, and I watched him walk away.
They were huddled around the truck, planning trails to go look for Sophia. The two women were still staring at me, and I bent down, picking up and armful of wet clothes to hang up. "I actually saw you run out of his tent this morning, looking pretty flustered." Lori pointed out, and I flung a wet shirt at her.
"I was so happy that he was back last night that I didn't want to leave him. So, I was in there last night and we were just talking, and I probably just fell asleep in there and he didn't want to wake me up." Carol giggled and Lori gave me a look.
"You were talking? Daryl Dixon does not seem like the type of person that would 'just talk.' He seems more like the type of guy that wants action." Lori said, and I shook my head.
"He's never tried anything with me." I said, my voice slightly bitter. The girls gave me sympathetic looks, and I shrugged it off. "His loss, right?"
Daryl and the group left not too long after that. I did busy work with Lori and Carol, enjoying their company. I waved at Glenn as he approached Lori and me, and he marched straight up to Lori. "You're pregnant." I gasped. Lori stared at him with hard eyes.
"Don't you dare tell anyone." She demanded, turning around and looking at Shane and Rick walking down the road.
"I just had a long talk with Shane." Rick said.
"I don't mean to interrupt, but this isn't my business. Lori, I'll see you in a little bit, I'll go see what all they have in the kitchen for dinner." She smiled at me and Rick gave me a respectful nod.
Daryl groaned as he woke up, his body and head aching profusely. He heard footsteps approaching. "This is it." He muttered, thinking it was a walker.
"Why don't yah pull the arrow out, dummy? Yah could bind that wound better." Daryl gave a little grin when he realized who the voice belonged to.
"Merle. Sam would kill to hear yah right about now." He whispered, thinking of how excited the pretty little girl would react.
Merle gave a big grin, remembering his best friend. "What's goin on here? Yah taking a siesta or somethin'?"
"I'm having a shitty day, bro." Daryl replied. It hadn't been all bad though. He woke up all tangled up with Samantha. Merle got smart, asking if he wanted a pillow or a foot massage. "Screw yah."
"Screw me? Yah sure that I would be yer first choice? I'm surprised yah didn't pick our little princess, she's quite a catch." Merle retorted, and Daryl was silent. "I knew yah had a thing for her, I could jus tell. Yah hated when we would get too close, when I made her laugh too hard. It wasn't a secret, Darylina. Yah need to get yer shit together man, and get back to her. She can't live without both of us." Daryl took a deep breath before pushing himself off the ground. For Samantha.
I stood in the kitchen with Patricia, Beth, Lori, and Carol. I was peeling potatoes over the trash can. "I love this kitchen." I told Patricia, who smiled at me in thanks.
"Thank you again for letting us use it." Carol said. I saw Hershel in the dining room talking to Maggie, and he didn't look too happy. I shook my head. He was so uncomfortable with us here.
I kept glancing out the window, looking for Daryl. He still wasn't back yet. I didn't want him to be out in the dark. Andrea was sitting on top of the RV, keeping a look out. I saw a figure appear from the woods, and I dropped my potato. I sprinted out of the kitchen, ignoring the calls of the other women.
Daryl was limping through the fields. Andrea cocked her gun and took aim. She pulled the trigger. "Andrea, goddammit!" I screamed at her as I sprinted past. "That was Daryl!" Tears were streaming down my face as I ran.
Daryl was lying on his back, covered in blood and dirt and grime. "Daryl." I said, wiping the tears away.
"I was kidding." He said, touching the spot where the bullet brushed his skin. Andrea came running to us as they helped Daryl stand up, and that's when he lost consciousness.
"Is he dead?" She asked, and I glared.
"You're gonna wish he was." She gave me an exasperated look.
"I didn't know it was him." T-Dog held up a doll.
"Isn't this Sophia's?" I grinned at Daryl's body.
"You son of a bitch."
They laid him in a bed upstairs so Hershel could look him over and he could rest. I sat in the kitchen anxiously. Hershel had asked me to step out. My foot tapped on the floor and my whole body shook slightly.
"He'll be fine." Carol assured me, kissing the top of my head. She had Sophia's dirt covered doll in her hand. I sniffed and nodded. Rick came into the kitchen. "He's okay, you can go see him." I sighed with relief.
Hershel was standing outside of the door, and I placed my hand on his shoulder. "Thank you, sir. I know that you're probably tired of us and tired of taking care of us, but I appreciate this more than anything. You have no idea how important that man is to me. And I will be eternally grateful for this." He nodded solemnly at me.
I opened the door quietly and he was lying down on his side, holding an ice pack against his head. "Can't a guy get some rest? Sam." He said, realizing it was me.
"Hi Daryl." I sat down beside him on the bed, gently taking hold of the ice pack so he could lay his arm down. "You're an idiot." I continued, and he snorted but didn't say anything. "Are you okay? Seriously?" I asked, leaning down to look at his head.
"I'm fine. I gotta .. I gotta tell you somethin'. When I was out there, I was really messed up. Thought I was done. But then, Merle was there. He was there, givin' me shit about being weak and how I needed to get back here. For you." I let go off the ice pack and walked to the other side of the bed, gently crawling beside him.
I placed my back against his chest and he carefully wrapped an arm around me. "I'm glad you made it back for me." I told him quietly, picking up his hand and kissing it. I laid there for a while, until his breathing started to slow. I planned on getting up and going back downstairs, but I didn't want to leave his arms. I closed my eyes and tried to match my breathing with his, until I heard the door open. He jumped awake and released his grasp on me.
"I brought you both some dinner." The voice belonged to Carol. I stayed quiet as I listened to their conversation, and smiled as Daryl put his arm back around my waist when Carol left.
"We'll eat in a little bit." He said, and I nodded in agreement.
"I'm not in a hurry."
