Muted // A Daryl Dixon Fanfiction

•Chapter One Hundred & Eight•

M U T E D

Season 8

Bobbie's Point of View:
Rick and I make it to the Hilltop. The doors open up for us and I look around for Daryl. He was able to spot me before I did by grabbing my arm and pulling me in his arms. 

"You guys okay?" He asks.

"Fine. Judith?" Rick asks.

"Inside." Daryl says. Rick doesn't say another word and walks into the Barrington House.

"Anything happen?" Daryl asks. I shake my head as I furrow my brows at him. "Okay." He nods and we walk over to Barrington House. Rick comes out free of Judith.

"Judith?" Daryl asks.

"She's sleepin. I didn't want to wake her." He says.
I look at Daryl who stared at me. I show him a small smile and he returns the gesture.

I sat quietly as Saddiq used an ear equipment with a light and checks in my ear, Daryl standing silently next to me. Saddiq pulls on my ear a little before he lets out a sigh and pulls away.

"You said it was caused by an explosion last night?" Saddiq asks me, I nod. "It looks busted from what I can see. Who knows if you'll regain full function." He says.

"So what's her function now?" Daryl asks.

"The right seems like 95%. And the left...I'd say about 45%." Siddiq answers. Daryl sighs.

"So she's potentially deaf in one ear." He nods.

"It...it seems like it. Yeah." Saddiq nods.

"So what can we do? You say the left looks more busted." Daryl says.

"If it's just a simple busted ear drum, antibiotics should do the trick, it's inflamed, swollen, bloody. Maybe the drugs could help it, time should help it heal. But after a while and no change occurs, then yes, she'll be deaf." Saddiq nods. "I'm sorry. I wish I had better knew."

Daryl and I walk outside after visiting Saddiq. It's weird. I'd be down about me possibly going deaf. But to me, it just feels like it's another...thing that just happens to me? I'm not exactly lucky, so I guess I'm not even disappointed. I got my voice taken away, I got it back, it was taken away again. Possibly losing my hearing? Well, aren't I just a lucky freakin charm?

"If you fill the crates with food or phonograph records, I will gladly exchange them for a key to your future." Maggie reads the note. Rosita and Maggie found a crate outside in the cornfield and they brought it in. "It lists coordinates to our meeting spot."

"This isn't the saviors. They'd blow through the gates, make a big show." Rosita says.

"This isn't that." Maggie says. "It wouldn't put nothin past them."

"Well, if it is a trap, it's kind of obvious." Michonne says.

"Which is what could make it a trap." Maggie says.

"What if...what if it's actually someone who wants to help?" Michonne asks.

"If it's someone who wants to help and we miss out, we miss out. If it's somebody who wants to kill us, we die." Maggie says.