Muted // A Daryl Dixon Fanfiction

•Chapter One Hundred and Fifty Four•

Okay! So, to understand this chapter, and maybe possibly the next chapter, you have to pay attention to the timeline. I'm sure most of you guys saw the episode 'Find Me' and you know it's about Daryl and something more. I'm going along with the shows timeline so try to remember most of the chapter are memories Daryl is having and all that. So, please, pay attention to the timeline so you don't get confused! Thank you!:)

M U T E D

Season 10

Daryl's Point of View:
Carol walks over to the house and she looks around the area. I glance to my left and see the gated area with a little man-made cross for the burial sight. I can hear her voice in my head, tellin me the story of that burial.

"You comin?" Carol calls to me. I slowly walk towards the house and approached the screened in front patio. The memory of the woman sitting on the stairs petting Dog fills my head. I stopped for a moment, staring. I look inside the home, seeing the door barely hangin on the hinges. It's dark. Quiet. Leaves blown their way into the home. It's completely abandoned. Not that it's a shock. But part of me always wondered if she would ever come back.

I finally stepped inside the home. Carol stood off to the side, inspecting everything. The inside is totally different now than when I last saw it.

"We could stay the night here. Seal up that door." Carol says. Dog trots his way into the only bedroom and I follow him inside. I look inside, seein nothin in here. The bed is gone- everything is. Dog trots around and whines, sniffing the area. I let out a sigh as I pulled the torn up curtain back, looking out the window.

Five Years Ago...
I sat beside the river bank, watching the river flow past by me. The birds chirped in the trees. The light fog floated along with the river. I can hear the crackle of the fire burning just a little ways behind me. I woke up this mornin feelin different than I did before. Ever since Rick went missin, I've been out here searching for him. I've searched miles and miles and still no sign of him. B and I have been broken up for a while now. Times like these, sitting here alone, starin off into space, thoughts just filling my head, makes me wish she were here. She always knew when I was caught up in my head. She always knew how to bring me back.

I decided to go hunting while searching for Rick. I didn't find much, not even squirrels or rabbits. It's almost like they've all moved on from the area. After a while of finding nothing, I returned back to my camp.

The sudden sound of a puppy barking makes me pause in my tracks. I turn my head and see a little German Shepherd running towards me. It came to a shock to me to find such a creature like this one running around the woods. I lean down and greet the dog, picking him up in my arms and petting him.

"Where did you come from, huh?" I ask. The puppy licks my face, tail wagging like there ain't no tomorrow. I couldn't help but smile at the sight of the dog. The dog wiggles around and I easily sat it down he takes off running. I enter my little hut I made and placed my backpack and crossbow down. I pull out the map I used to track down Rick and I hang it up on the wall, checking off the places I wanna search next.

I made my way back to the river and see Carol standing on the other side with a bag hanging around her shoulder.

"Hey." I greet. "What's goin on?"

"Nothin." She says.

"You sure?" I ask. She's got short hair down to her shoulders, some of it pulled back.