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"What are you doing?" Glenn asked.
"Digging their graves." I answered, pushing the shovel into the ground.
"Why?" He inquired.
"They were a part of this place. Even if Jessie was a bitch, Ron was a bastard, and Sam was annoying." I replied.
"Rick told me to come out here and make you stop." Glenn replied.
"He's pissed at me, I know. I should've thought before I killed her." I stated.
"But Ron was intending to kill Carl. You did what you had to do." He replied, taking the shovel from my hand.
I pulled Sam's body over to the hole after stepping into it, and pulled him in with Glenn's help.
"Go inside, right now." Glenn ordered.
"Fine." I replied.
I walked into the kitchen, watching Carol mix up some kind of dough.
I poured a glass of water before everything began getting blurry.
"Samantha?" Carol asked.
"Yeah?" I asked, closing my eyes for a brief moment.
"Are you okay?" She inquired, her hand wrapping around my arm.
I opened my eyes before everything went black and I fell to the floor.
CAROL's POV
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"Denise!" I yelled.
Daryl and Maggie ran into the kitchen, finding Samantha lying on the ground, unconscious.
"What happened?" Maggie asked, kneeling down by Sam who was still on the floor.
Denise came running down the stairs while Daryl picked Sam up.
"Get her on the couch. What happened?" Denise asked.
"I don't know, she just stumbled around and passed out." I answered.
"Her blood pressure is too high, way too high. Get some water, a pillow, a wet washcloth, and just try to make everything relaxing for her." Denise ordered.
"What happened?" Sam asked, her eyes opening.
"You passed out." I answered, Maggie coming back into the room with a glass of water and a pillow.
"Take this. It'll calm you down." Denise ordered, handing her a Xanax.
"How's Carl?" She asked after taking the pill.
"He's doing good, but you aren't. If you don't calm down, there's a possibility that you lose the baby. You have to take care of yourself." Denise replied.
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BACK TO SAMANTHA's POV
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"Good news, it's a boy," Denise stated, smiling as she pointed to the screen, "Bad news," She mumbled, her smile fading.
I smiled, taking the pictures from her hands.
"What's the bad news?" I asked.
"I can't hear a heart beat." Denise mumbled, watching the screen as she moved the tool around on top of my belly bump.
"What?" I asked, my heart sinking.
"It can happen to anyone. We can do another ultrasound tomorrow. I want you to stop worrying, get more rest, and stop stressing over things you can't help." She answered.
"Is my baby going to be okay?" I inquired.
"I don't know.." She mumbled.
I blinked back the tears as she wiped the cold substance off of my stomach.
"Don't tell Rick. I'll tell him." I replied.
"Hey, congratulations on your baby boy." She replied as I left the room.
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"How is he?" I asked Rick, walking into Carl's room.
"He's good, he was up earlier." Rick replied.
"We need to talk later." I mumbled.
"Yeah." Rick replied.
I looked down at Carl asleep on the bed, happy he was alive and doing well.
"How are you feeling?" Rick asked.
"Better." I mumbled.
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"I know you're mad at me, and the last thing you want to do is talk to me, but we need to talk," I replied, sitting down on the bed in front of him.
I pulled the ultrasound pictures out of my back pocket before throwing them into Rick's lap.
"We're having a boy?" He asked, his lips twitching into a smile.
My heart broke seeing him so happy, and knowing I was about to ruin everything with the news I was about to tell him.
"Denise couldn't hear a heartbeat today." I mumbled, looking down at my hands.
"But that happens a lot, right?" He asked.
"It's normal at five and six weeks." I replied.
I finally looked back up at him, his eyebrows furrowed as he looked back down at the photos.
"I'm scared." I whispered, tears pooling around my eyes.
"It's gonna be alright." Rick replied, scooting closer to me.
"No it's not, I did this. I made myself too stressed out." I replied, a couple of tears falling from my eyes.
"Stop crying." He ordered, one of his hands moving to my right cheek.
I closed my eyes, tears streaming down my cheeks.
He wrapped his arms around me and I cried even harder.
"I'm sorry," I sobbed, his hand rubbing my back.
"Look at me." He ordered.
I pulled away from our embrace, tears still sliding down my cheeks.
"I'm not mad at you." He replied, putting his index finger under my chin.
"It's my fault, Rick. What if I killed our baby?" I asked, tears blocking my vision before I blinked.
"You didn't intentionally do it." He replied, wiping the tears off my cheeks with a tissue.
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I looked up from the soup I was making, Rick doing what I call his "cocky walk."
"What is this?" He asked, slamming the letter I wrote him down on the kitchen island.
"An apology. Did you not read it?" I fired back.
"I read it and it's all bullshit," He replied, ripping it into shreds.
"It would be best for the both of us." I replied.
He circled the island and pressed me up against it.
"You and I both know the best thing for the both of us is being together. That's when we're the happiest. We bring the best out in each other and you know it." He replied.
I moved away, and walked into the living room.
"You always say its best for the both of us if we break up, but is it really?" He inquired.
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I've been so swarmed with homework holy crap
idk what to do with myself since twd is off for season break
I love youuuuuuuah