Muted // A Daryl Dixon Fanfiction

•Chapter One Hundred & Two•

M U T E D

Season 7

Bobbie's Point of View:
I woke up to the sound of little plastic things tapping together every few seconds. I pull myself up and see Judith playing with her toys on the bed beside me. I lift my hand up and stroked her hair a little.

Rick and Michonne left a couple days ago to go find more guns for the trash people. They wanted guns, Rick went out to find them, so they could help us fight the fight with Negan and the Saviors. I have a feeling, we'll win this. We'll be okay one day.

Rick wanted me to go with him and Michonne, but I told him I'd rather spend some time with Judith for a while and keep an eye on Carl. Everyone here seems somewhat normal. Tara stays the night with me to help out watch Judith. I can handle taking care of Judith myself, but I did enjoy the company she gave me.

I hear two knocks at the door and I turn my head to see the door opening. "Hey, you're up." Tara smiles. Judith let's put a cooe and she holds up her toys to show Tara.

"You're up and early, Judith." Tara smiles and picks her up. "So, I was thinking, we could make some pancakes." Tara tells me. I smiled and nodded my head, agreeing with her idea. "Great! So, I'll go ahead and start making breakfast, you can go wake up Carl?" I nodded my head and climbed out of bed. Tara disappears with Judith and shuts the door behind her. I began dressing myself and prepared for the day. Since Rick was gone, I've been sleeping in his bed with Judith. Obviously, Rick doesn't mind at all, we have a tight relationship, so it's nothing weird or one of those obsessive things where I sleep in his bed because it smells like him, no. If I were a kid and my parents were leaving for a couple days, I'd want to stay in the comfort of my own home. My parents might've been gone, but I was still home and feeling safe here. Judith has her own room, but lately she's been wanting to sleep with me. She's not a crazy sleeper honestly, she just stays in one spot all night.

I opened the door to Carl's room and I see him snoring away in bed. I slowly approach him and placed my hand on his back, shaking him lightly. His eye pops open and he looks up at me.

"Oh, hey, Bobbie." He yawns. "Time to get up?" He asks. I nod my head and he thanks me for waking him up. I left him alone and shut the door behind me. Once I made it to the kitchen, Tara already had Judith in the high chair eating some fruits.

"Maybe after we get done eating, we could take a stroll through the place? Gets some fresh air?" Tara asks.

"Yeah, sounds good to me." I tell her. Tara nods and flips one of the pancakes. We then hear footsteps coming down the stairs and see Carl walking in.

"Morning." Tara smiles.

"Morning." Carl chuckles. He walks over to his sister and kisses her on the head.

"So? Any plans?" Tara asks Carl.

"No, why would I have plans?" He asks.

"I don't know. Anything could happen." Tara shrugs. 

"With the threat of Negan coming here while my dad is gone, I mean, that's something to plan." Carl shrugs.

"We're getting guns and we're gonna fight. There's not much we should have to worry about." Tara shrugs.

"My dad told me you told him some places where not to look while he's out. Is there anything else he should know? You didn't meet anyone out there? What about Heath?" Carl asks.