Muted // A Daryl Dixon Fanfiction

•Chapter One Hundred & Thirty Seven•

M U T E D

Season 10

Daryl's Point of View:
After getting stitches and cleaning up, I made my way to the radio to get in contact with Michonne. I wanted to talk to her about everything that's been happening. Negan and Lydia. B finally waking up. Me gettin attacked by Alan. He's still alive, as much as I hated it, but we can't just ignore what's happened and let him off with a warning. I wanna know what Michonne thinks. Even so, he's murdered Jacob, Emmalee's father. B told us that he didn't like the fact Jacob tried talking him out of killing B, so he killed him. We can't let a murderer live within these walls.

I tried once more getting in contact with Michonne. For the past hour, she hasn't responded back. No one has. I let out a sigh, rubbing my tired eyes. I lean into the radio, pressing down on the button.

"Alexandria to Hilltop, come in Hilltop. This is Daryl. I need to talk with Michonne. Anyone there?" I call again. The radio is silent for a minute before I hear Michonne's voice.

"Daryl? This is Michonne." A smile forms across my face.

"Everythin alright? I've been tryin to reach ya." I say.

"Rough day, but things are looking up." She responds. "What's going on?" She asks.

"Something happened." I start. "Lydia was attacked. Negan stepped in to save her...but Margo is dead. He said he pushed her off, she fell and hit her head."

"Do you believe him?" She asks.

"I believe Lydia. Negan's on the right side this time." I say. "I don't know if that's gonna make a difference though." I shrug.

"Is that all? Nothing else?" She asks. I bite down on my tongue, tryin to decide whether the Alan situation should wait til she gets back or not. "Daryl?" She calls. I let out a sigh.

"There's something else." I say.

"What is it? Tell me." She says.

"Alan. He...killed Emmalee's father." I say.

"Jacob? He killed Jacob?" She asks.

"Yeah. Then he went over to my home, tied B to the bed, waited for me to get home to he couldn't kill me, too. He said it in the meeting hall- eye for an eye. He wanted B to feel the same pain he felt...for losin Emmalee." I explain.

"B's awake? How is she?" She asks.

"Oh, she's good. She's okay. She looks better. A lot better. Those days sleepin, she needed it." I say.

"Should I come home?" She asks.

"No, not if Hilltop needs you." I frown.

"How's Lydia?" She asks.

"Not good." I sigh.

"Daryl, you have to protect her."

"Yeah, well, I'm tryin."

"No. You have to protect her for all of us. When we went to the border, we went there to de-escalate the conflict and buy time and strategic advtnagate. And it was working til Bobbie took her shot and Carol was saying things. Alpha could have killed us right there. Why didn't she?" I furrow my brows.