Muted // A Daryl Dixon Fanfiction

•Chapter One Hundred & Thirty Four•

M U T E D

Season 10

Bobbie's Point of View:
I stared at my shaken hands as Daryl began CPR on Emmalee. The only thing I remember was a whisperer coming at me. We began fighting and I locked my arms around their throat. It wasn't until everything was over and I saw Daryl, Michonne and everyone else standing around. I saw red...and then everything went black.

A sudden gunshot fires into the night and everyone perks up.

"That had to have been Carol." Michonne says.

"Then we gotta go and see what happened." Daryl says, standing up and jogging a little ways before Michonne stops him.

"Daryl! What about Emmalee?" She asks. Daryl let's out a sigh before picking up his crossbow and shooting an arrow into Emmalee's head. He glanced at me before he turns away and runs off. Everyone else then runs off and follows after Daryl.

We find Carol on her knees, he gun pointed in every direction.

"What happened?" Daryl asks.

"Whisperers. Three of them." Carol says breathlessly.

"Walkies on. Split up...north, west. We'll take East. Capture! Do not kill." Michonne orders. Daryl grabs me by the wrist and drags me along with him. We searched hour what felt like hours on end. Eventually, we find a building and Michonne declared that we stay here for the night and rest up. The parties that had split, Michonne radioed for them to meet us at the building. Everyone is now here.

"We stay quiet. We stay together. Got it?" Michonne orders. Daryl walks into the room where we all met.

"No sign of 'em anywhere. No traces, no tracks, nothin." He says. Michonne turns to Carol.

"You sure you saw three?" She asks.

"Yeah, I'm sure." Carol says determined. Carol digs in her pocket and she pulls out the familiar pill bottle. I dug my hand into my pocket, debating whether I should take one. I really don't want to sleep tonight.

"Carol..." Michonne softly calls. "How long have you been taking those?" She asks.

"Since I got back." Carol shrugs. The look everyone gave her was exactly the look I wanted to avoid. They all seem worried and concerned, as if Carol was doing drugs or addicted or something. "It's fine. They're like coffee." Carol growls.

"Michonne..." Alan approaches us. "we were thinking...about Emmalee. What are we gonna tell her father?" He asks. Michonne let's put a sigh.

"We're not telling him what happened." She says. Alan's eyes grow dark.

"She killed Emmalee. Emmalee was just a kid." He frowns at her.

"She didn't realize what she was doin." Daryl steps in.

"Oh, really? Like she didn't know what she was doing at Hilltop or Oceanside?" Alan questions. "She freaks out 24/7, passes out, has the look on her face like she's seen a ghost. Not to mention, probably pops the same damn pills Carol takes." Michonne and Daryl turn to me. I give them both a challenging look.

"Empty your pockets." Daryl lightly demands. I frown at his words, shaking my head. "B...empty your pockets." He repeats him. I tilt my head to the side, keeping myself frozen like a statue.

"She's refusing." Alan calls. "I've seen her take them myself."

"B, just give 'em to me." Daryl says, holding his hand out. Alan pushes between Michonne and Daryl and he grabs my arm, shoving his hand down my pocket. He yanks the pill bottle from my pocket holds it up for display.