Sam has a free spirit, painting everything she sees in the middle of the apocalypse.
Arriving in Alexandria, Rick Grimes's group meets her and discovers an engaging and refreshing personality.
As the challenges arise, Sam is forced to reconnect wi...
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Seven months ago :
"Please take a sit Sam," Deanna said.
Sam couldn't help but look around, her arms wrapped around the sleeping baby. She felt terribly uncomfortable in the middle of this neat and tidy living room while her hair was unclean, messy and her skin was dirty. Her breath was short and she felt a fear in her chest that she couldn't explain.
She looked down at the calm face asleep in the middle of the heavy blanket. The difference between her and Caleb was representative of what her priorities had been out there, the child had been fed, cared for and she had made his survival the sole reason for hers. Sam was too thin, weak and completely scared. Normally she would never have risked confronting Caleb with strangers, but the winter had taken its toll on her last reserves and she had seen herself decline from day to day before meeting Aaron and Eric. So she had resigned herself to walking through the doors of the community. And there she was, sat in that comfortable and expensive chair.
Deanna seemed strict but had a certain benevolence about her, and her gaze forced Sam to focus.
"So tell me, what did you do before all this ?" Deanna asked after turning the camera on.
And then followed a series of questions that Sam felt to answer automatically, almost robotically. Talking about her former life seemed so futile, she had continued to paint and draw as much as she could after the dead started walking but along the way her priorities had changed. Thinking about the lightness of before felt out of place, so much so that Sam was unaware of the warmth that awoke within her when Deanna mentioned dusty, unused art supplies stored in a cubbyhole in one of the many houses. She still couldn't see past the next minute and didn't expect to find a semblance of normality, a possible life for her and her mentee within these walls.
"Welcome to Alexandria, both of you."
Sam often thought about her first moments in Alexandria. That feeling of being safe but not knowing how to handle it. Having to trust and accept that she was no longer forced to constantly be suspicious. So many things that make this acclimatization long and complex.
These memories came back to her naturally as she finished preparing for tonight's meeting, the first time the community would be discussing the eviction of one of its members. After recent events, Pete had finally been separated from his family and Jessie had seemed to accept that she was finally free of her husband's grip. But to Sam's dismay, Deanna's main problem seemed to be Rick and she knew full well that if he was forced to leave the rest of the group would follow. For them this would mean a return to a life they thought they had left behind.
Sam finished dressing, the collar of her sweater brushed against her cheekbone, reviving the pain. Her cheek was still marked and a swelling had formed. Luckily the blow had fallen high enough and had not hit her with full force, her teeth had not been damaged and it would quickly turn into an bruise.
