Muted // A Daryl Dixon Fanfiction

•Chapter One Hundred & Forty•

M U T E D

Season 10

Bobbie's Point of View:
I walk through the night of Alexandria. I felt that maybe I could talk with Siddiq, maybe help him out with the freaking out and all. Ever since we talked about it, we haven't said much since that day. Being that I got the help from the people who love me, it wouldn't hurt if I could help him. Siddiq has done a lot of things for me. Most times, when I wanted to leave the infirmary, he talked me out of it. And it's not a bad thing that he did, he always reminded me why I should keep helping the people around here. It's a good feeling to help everyone. It is part of the reason why I'm still going these days. But other times, Siddiq would let me leave, let me have my space and I've always appreciated him for that. There would be times when I just wanted to lay down, ignore everyone, but Siddiq always found a way for me to laugh. He's helped me with my pregnancy, even through the abortion. Siddiq is and always will be a good person, nobody can ever change my mind.

I approach siddiq's home and noticed the bedroom light was still on. I knew he'd be awake, I couldn't see why else he would sleep. He tries, but he can't help but constantly see himself back in the barn. Before I continued on to the door, I noticed things flying around the room before seeing two people's silhouettes in front of the window. I quickly hurry on to the door and barged right in. I can hear grunts and bangs going around. I rush to the nearest door and find Siddiq's room empty. In the other room, with the bathroom just in between, I can hear Coco crying hysterically. I run through the room and get to the bathroom. Two hands grab at my arms and I found myself pinned against the wall. I looked into the cloudy, gray eyes, the snarls screaming in my ear, blood trailing down his eyes. I push Siddiq's walker body off and reach for my knife. He grabs at my hands again and we both fall to the ground. I straddled his waist, jabbing my blade into his skull. His arms fall limp and he finally stops.

I turn my head and see Rosita standing over Dante, punching the living hell out of him while he's unconscious. She finally pulls away and runs to the bathroom, picking up Coco in her arms and sobbing. I let out a sigh, turning back to Siddiq's lifeless body, eyes still open, staring off into the air. I lean over and close his eyes.

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After tying up Dante, Daryl throws him a punch to the jaw. Dante lets out a groan.

"Hope that hurts." Daryl growls.

"It doesn't matter." Dante says. "None of this matters. Watch enough people get incinerated, devoured alive, you see how ridiculous it is getting attached to ourselves. But knowing that sets you free."

"Is that what you're doing? Setting us free?" Carol questions.

"If you learn that lesson, it'll only help you." Dante says.

"What, so we can be more like you?" Daryl scoffs.

"Accept the future." Dante corrects.

"Siddiq depended on you." Gabriel speaks up. "Why put him through all that hell in the barn just to kill him months later? We're you going to kill Bobbie, too? She was with him that night."

"I liked Siddiq. He was a good guy, a cool friend. I didn't kill him just for the hell of it. Bobbie, I wouldn't kill her either. I don't think I ever could. Especially with a woman looking like that doesn't matter if she's with someone or not." Daryl approaches Dante and punches him in the face again. Dante lets out another groan, rolling his eyes.