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FOR A MOMENT Daryl felt confused, his surroundings were unfamiliar and his senses slowly kicking back in.
And then it all came hurling back. Daryl turned to his side, the absence of Samantha Walsh making any drowsiness completely vanish and his eyes darted everywhere around the room.
"You drool in your sleep."
His head snapped towards the voice. Samantha leaned against the threshold that led into the bathroom, arms crossed over her chest.
Daryl scoffed, but he still lifted his hand to swipe the saliva from his chin.
"How long was I out?" He asked gruffly, ignoring the dry strain in his throat.
"Not that long," She responded, managing to avoid his gaze as she rubbed her head. "Walkers still don't know we're in here though."
Daryl grunted, getting up and heading towards the window. He muttered a rebuke at the walkers that still stalked around the cabin, but something else caught his attention.
The silence.
It was the type of silence that made you shift awkwardly and look at anything but each other, trying to not linger on one another for too long. It was too uncharacteristic, especially for Samantha. She was too quiet.
Daryl Dixon was too stubborn to admit it openly, but deep down he felt like he was the cause of this.
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Maggie Greene was by herself in the kitchen, inside her head and not noticing Nathan's entrance. Her head was leaning against her hand, staring at the glass of water with stress behind her light eyes, clearly far off into another world that isn't this one.
It was obvious why Glenn fell for her. Maggie had this country beauty that anyone could see in her facial structure and the greenish blue of her eyes.
She would've been someone Nathan messed with in high school, but that was high school. He has (hopefully) matured since then.
"You'll get wrinkles." He spoke, trying to muster up a small smile.
She looked up at him with a forced one. "Teenagers can do that to you."
Nathan sat down at the table across from her. Up close, the anger was still fresh and directed towards a certain blonde - and he couldn't blame her. Andrea had no right.
