Muted // A Daryl Dixon Fanfiction

•Chapter One Hundred & Fifty Eight•

M U T E D

Season 10

Negan's Point of View:

Six Weeks Earlier...
I opened up my fridge door and pulled out the cooled chemo bag. I let out a sigh as I held the jelly-like pouch in my hand, staring at it. I walk over to Lucille's IV stand and Negan switching out the bags.

"Trying to figure out which James Bond movie I wanna watch." Lucille says.

"Well, I think we're gonna have to skip the movie." I softly say. "The generators makin too much noise."

"Hey, we're gonna have to kill it." She says, referring to the growling dead outside.

"Why bother, right?" I ask her. "I turn the generator off for a little bit and they lose interest. They always do." I remind her. I look at the IV bag and see the liquid begin to drip into the tube, connecting to Lucille's soft hand. I leave her side and walk back to the fridge, grabbing the three chemo bags and opening the freezer, laying them on top of the piled ice cubes. I grab the thermometer and lay it against the bags, making sure to keep a sharp eye on the temperature. I shut the fridge and began covering up to head outside to shut the generator off.

I open up the large storage trunk and hear the generator whirring. I made sure to put pillows and blankets against it so it wouldn't make as much noise, even so, it makes a loud humming noise, drawing the dead. I lean down and switch the generator off and the whirring stops. I turn my head and look at the line dead banging against the fence, trying to force its way in. I turn away and headed back inside the house.

"'I see what you're feeling,' replied Charlotte. 'You must be surprised. Very much surprised. So lately as Mr. Collins was wishing to marry you, but when you have-'" i exhaled deeply, staring at the book in my hand, boredom rushing over me. "Mama..." I call Lucille.

"Hmm?" She hums.

"This book sucks. It's killin me. I can't. I can't do it." I sigh.

"Yore the one that won't let me watch James Bond." She smirks up at me. My Lucille sat in the chair next to the bed that I currently sat on. One knee pulled up to her chest, the other foot in my lap. Her right hand rested against her soft, flawless cheek. And the green wig she wore, wigs she likes to switch around with and have fun, sat perfectly on her head.

"Read." She kicks the book. The dead outside lets out a growl and a clatter fills my ears. Lucille pulls herself up and brings my eyes to her. "You gotta take care of it." She says softly. I slowly nodded my head, showin her half a smile.

I geared myself up, throwing my white hoodie on and my favorite dark blue and red plaid coat on. I slipped the goggles over my eyes and slipped my black beanie over my head. Finally, I slipped the gloves over my hands and grabbed the hammer. I stepped outside and find the decaying monster bangin it's claws against the side of the house. I mentally prepared myself to kill it. But the thought of the creature once bein a human being always kept me from doin so. I always hesitated before I'd kill them.

The dead grabs onto my arms and we sing around before I slammed myself against the house. I pushed it back and sing the hammer, whackin it in the face. The hammer slips from my hands and the dead grabs onto my body once again. I found myself pinned against the house and I struggled to push the dead away and pick up the hammer. I finally reach down and pulled the kitchen knife out, jamming the blade into its eye. The dead keeps movin. The knife remains in its eye socket and I continued to struggle to pull it off of me.