Muted // A Daryl Dixon Fanfiction

•Chapter One Hundred & Eighteen•

M U T E D
Season 9

Daryl's Point of View:
Rick and I look around, tryin to find a way out. "Those roots...they're the only way we're getting out." Rick says.

"Too high tho, though." I claim. Rick jumps and reached up for a root. He grabs the root but it detaches from the dirt, makin Rick fall.

"God, damn it!" He yells, throwing the piece of root. "You set that up, too?" He questions. I roll my eyes and look up.

"Man, you really layin this on me?" I ask. "You're the one that had to go chasin after her. Couldn't just let things be, huh?"

"You know what keepin Negan alive means to us." He says.

"Ah." I growl. "I know what seein him dead means to her." I glance at him.

"Daryl, I get why she can't accept it, I do."

"Do you?"

"Her never comin to Alexandria, her hangin Gregory the way she did? I know. I'm not blind."

"Well, you sure as hell been actin like it." I growl. Rick holds a glare with me. "Man, your ass wouldn't even be alive if it wasn't for Glenn. You wouldn't have found Lori, you wouldn't have found Carl. And you sure as fuck wouldn't have found any of us!" I point at him. "He did that. Or did you forget?"

"Of course not. I think about it every damn day. And Maggie, I hate what I did to her, what I took from her, but it's what I had to do."

"She's doing what she has to do."

"What? You're okay with that?"

"Why the hell wouldn't I be?!"

"You spared Dwight. After Denise, after what he did to you." I scoff.

"What do you mean? Lockin me in a damn closet? Paradin me so I couldn't say nothin? Man, you got that guy sitting in a cell like a damn symbol to all them assholes who can't wait to see things go back to the way they were!"

"Keepin him alive is how we make sure it won't!"

"No. Keepin him alive is givin 'em hope that it will."

"Michonne talked to her. She came to the camp. She was comin around."

"Yeah, well, she was tryin. Truth is, she just couldn't live with it. Just like Oceanside." Rick turns to me lookin dumbfounded.

"Oceanside?" He asks. "You sayin Oceanside killed those Saviors? Arat?"

"I'm sayin they got what they deserved."

"You knew and you didn't say anything?" Hearin those words brought me back to Bobbie. I said the same exact thing when she told me she figured it out.

"Bobbie did too. Hell, she was the first one to figure it out. Back at the tent when you were orderin us to pair up and go lookin for Arat. Cyndie? She figured it out way before any of us did. She didn't say nothin either." Rick's eyes drift the side. "Truth is, I couldn't live with it, either."