Muted // A Daryl Dixon Fanfiction

•Chapter One Hundred & Six•

M U T E D

Season 8

Bobbie's Point of View:

Siddiq, Carl and I walk through the woods. Carl mentioned he wanted to honor Siddiq's mother. He didn't say it to Siddiq, but he whispered it to me.

Eventually, we run into a small herd of walkers. The growls fills our ears and we all pull out our weapons. Carl hands Siddiq a stick and he holds onto it before releasing it.

"Okay. For your mom." Carl tells Siddiq. Siddiq shows a small smile and we all finally began fighting the walkers. In just a matter of seconds, everything seemed to fall apart for a moment. Siddiq struggles to hold back two, as I fought three, and Carl struggles to pull one of the walkers away from Siddiq. I found myself pinned against a tree and a walker throws it's arm through the tree, holding me back against it. I throw my leg up, holding back the two other walkers with my knee.

"Just go! You don't have to do this!" Siddiq shouts. I pull my knife up and jab the blade into the two walkers skulls. I turn my head and see Carl falling back as two other walkers joined Siddiq. Carl struggles to fight back the walker and I finally break the arm of the walker that kept me against the tree. I spin around, lean between the trees and jabbed my blade into the walkers skull. I finally turn around and see Siddiq helping Carl up. I run up to him, caressing his cheeks and making sure he wasn't bitten or scratched.

"I'm okay. I promise." He assured me. I let out a sigh of relief and wrapped my arms around him.

"You okay?" Siddiq asks.

"Yeah." Carl nods.

"You could've left." Siddiq says. Carl scoffs and shakes his head. "Carl." Siddiq frowns.

"I'm responsible for you now. That's how it works." Carl says.

"I don't want to make any trouble. Your dad didn't want anything to do with me." Siddiq says.

"He didn't, but..." Carl sighs. "sometimes kids have to find their own way to show their parents the way." Carl's words cause the corners of my mouth to lift up. He's right. I'm no mother, but he's right. I get it. Before all this, I didn't want him running out here by himself. I didn't want him getting hurt or killed. But I came out here to keep an eye on him. I promised Rick I would, what I'm doing right now, I'm keeping that promised. But...watching Carl now, he's right. Maybe we should give people a chance. Maybe if we want to let people into our home, we ask questions, the three questions. We do it the way we did it before. The way Rick had always did.

I look at Carl and see some blood on his face. I licked my thumb and wiped the blood away, then drying his face.

"Bobbie, I'm fine. I'm okay." He chuckles. I take a step back and smile at him.

"I'm just making sure you're okay." I tell him.

"And I've told, I'm perfectly fine. If I was bit or even scratched, I would tell you." He says.

"Don't mock me, Carl. I promised your dad I would look after you." I tell him.

"Yeah, cause my dad asked you to." Carl smirks.