Muted // A Daryl Dixon Fanfiction

•Chapter One Hundred & Fifty Three•

M U T E D

Season 10

Bobbie's Point of View:
Carol and I walked through the streets of Alexandria, heading towards...I guess, no where. For a while, she didn't even say anything. Then, when she finally started talking, it was only confusing.

"She said she's been out there for a couple months. She was bouncing around, barely hanging on and all. She just ended up wandering and found Alexandria by total accident. She showed up just as I came from Hilltop, after seeing Maggie. She's deyhydrated, weak, malnourished, but I'm sure she'll bounce back really quick." As we stopped at the infirmary door, Carol paused and holds onto my shoulders. "Uh, before we go in, I would just...prepare yourself. She doesn't really look the same as before." She says. I held a dumbfounded look on my face, clearly and totally confused by Carol.

"Why're you looking at me like that?" She frowns.

"Who is she?" I question her. "You keep saying she like I know who it is? Are you talking about Rosita? Is she okay?" I question.

"No, no. Rosita's fine." Carol frowns at me. "You don't know who it is?" She asks.

"Not a clue, Carol." I shake my head. She lets out a sigh and shakes her head. She grabs the doorknob and opens the door, revealing a skinny, weak and dirty girl sitting on a bed. My eyes widen at the sight as the face and name finally connect.

"Your sister, Allison." Carol says. "Don't you remember her?" I frown at Carol in confusion and waved her off as I quickly approached Allison.

"Hey, B." Allison smiles weakly. If I'm being honest, this is the worst date I've ever seen Allison in. She's skinny, dirty, hair hasn't been brushed in so long...smells dreadful, but none the less, she's my goddamn sister.

"Are you okay?" I question her. "Where've you been? It's been...holy shit! It's been years since I last saw you! What the hell happdned? Where've you been? What's been happening? Where's..." my questions come to a slow halt when I remembered Sebastian. The bastard that tried to kill me once before.

"Dead." Allison answers. My brows stitch together. Her smile fades and she lets out a sigh. "Yeah. Uh, remember where we got separated?" She asks. My eyes fall to the side, my mind searching through my memories.

"The little carnival, right?" I ask her.

"Yep. Well, after that day, Sebastian and I remained together. But...he just started to change after a while." Her brows stitch together and I can see the tears brimming her eyes. "He always told me everything that I did was my fault. Every wrong decision we made together was my fault. And eventually, I started to convince myself that maybe he was right. That him...hitting me, was something that I deserved. Until I just woke up one day and I realized that everything we've been through wasn't." Allison lets out a sigh and wipes the streaming tears away.

"So, one day. We were trapped in a storage container with the dead outside. We waited a couple of days for them to clear before we moved on. But he just blamed me and blamed me and blamed me for getting us trapped in there with hardly any food or water. He started hitting me again and then I..." Allison lets out another sigh, anger filling her eyes. "I just lost it, B. I just blacked out. All I saw was red. The only thing I remember was sitting on his lap and beating the hell out of him until he stopped breathing. I didn't even put him down, I just let him turn because I didn't care about him anymore. Screw him. He can rot in hell." She growls. I let out a sigh and wrapped my arms around her, allowing her to sob in my arms.