↠Silent, But Deadly↞

↠Outcasted↞

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February 12th, 2017//Edited

02x13 Episode: "Beside the Dying Fire" (After the episode/Middle of two seasons)

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Chapter 40: ↠Outcasted↞

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Months Later

I have been with the group for the same time I was left, and I still never muttered a word. Not coming to scenes, I don't even remember the last word I said was. It was obviously to Michonne, unless I mumble something in my sleep that I don't recall.

But Daryl is becoming on edge, within the two days did I start talking. This...This is killing him and I know.

I've started mouthing words, but in all honesty. That is just giving him hope that is not there.

And here I am. Walking through the woods trying to find the group some sort of food for tonight. Daryl went off a different direction, thinking alone time is what I want. But I have thought through that, covering my tracks was easier said than done.

Hearing a quick snap off behind me, I look. In each given direction knowing full well that no one else in the group could track, taking every precaution. Did I think he just saw my figure.

And in all efforts to bring him out of hiding, do I try to say his name. The movement of my jaw and lips was one thing. It was producing a sound that had me fumble, until I just went for it.

"...D-D..aryl."
I said. Outloud. He was quick to pop out of his hiding spot behind a tree, a smirk hidden behind his risen bow. I'm surprised I didn't hear him beforehand, his loud stomps as he made his way over towards me revealed a large collection of food he had found. All against my small portions of two squirrels.

"Better than nothin'."
He said, taking them from me before trailing back to the post. Everyone was either looking out or looking to a map, but I did see Daryl nod off to Rick when we return. Sharing the stare towards our leader do I just make it back to the bike, sighing down and looking to write anything.

It's something I did before hand, when I was up in the tower. The nights were long and I didn't have much else to do, I would write. Probably have a good portion of either books or thoughts just stocked away somewhere.

But this, this was just everything lodged into one single thing.

-I spoke today. A word in the last month and a half. It was his name, and if I didn't do so. He might have popped out of the tree and startled me. So I guess it was for the benefit for us both. I just don't like everyone tip toeing around me, thinking I will break or just freak out. In reality I'm just disappointed in myself. Trying to

Daryl had come on over, planting himself right on next to me. Not saying anything, just having the back of his head towards me. As if he was looking at Rick or any other member of the group in hopes of them talking to me or leaving me alone.

I don't know what I want, but I know this is all a big headache.

"Whatcha writin'?"
He asked, taking out his bottle of water before chugging a good portion of it down. Guessing they found a stream near by, or the likes of it at least.

"...Nothing."
I whisper, my voice sounding so groggy to my own ears. As if I was scrapping sand paper in my throat. He glanced on over and I just placed it under my shirt, looking off towards him now. Thinking I can change this all together.