Muted // A Daryl Dixon Fanfiction

•Chapter Three•

M U T E D
Season 1

Bobbie's Point of View:

"You left this out there."

I lean over and take the frame from him. It's clean for the most part, like it wasn't dirty. But...the glass is shattered. What happened to it?

"I cleaned it off for ya." He utters. "Also when I found you, I accidentally stepped on it. Didn't know you had that. But I brought you back, went back, cleaned it up and now I'm returning it to you." I furrow my brows at him.

One question. Why?

"New comer, Huh? New comer that scares everyone half to death only to end up fallin asleep under a damn tree." He says. I frown at him.

"So it's true. You really can't talk." He says. So? "That must suck. Can't even stick up for yourself, huh, Princess." He says. I glare at him.

Princess? What the hell?

"Yeah, I figured that'll get ya." He nods. "Anyways, do us all a favor. Let someone know where your goin. And if you feel like your about to fall asleep, head back to camp or even better, stay at the camp and sleep in a bed, not under a tree." He growls and exits the room. I sigh and place the picture frame on top of my backpack.

•••••

Days gone by. It's been days since the start of this new world. It feels more than a week staying here. Ever since Daryl popped off on me in the R.V., we haven't spoken to each other. Well, he's been in and out of camp. Today, Lori told me Daryl had left for hunting. He's good at hunting, and his brother stayed back. Today, Glenn, T-Dog, Merle, Jacqui and Andrea are heading out to the city to grab some supplies. We had a group meeting that we needed somebody to go to places to grab supplies. Glenn knows the city better than anyone does around here, so we've voted he goes. He doesn't mind, doesn't mind at all as he claims it's easy for him. He goes in and out without a problem. But today, Glenn wanted to try a group instead of himself. So people volunteered to go.

"You guys be careful. Come back all together." Shane says.

"I'll be back. Behave." Andrea orders Amy. Amy smiles before they embrace each other in a hug. Then, everyone sets off.

"Wanna help pick up some berries?" Amy asks me. I smile and nod my head. Amy picks up a bucket and dumps out any remains of whatever was left in there. She looks up, blocking the sun out of her face as she looks at Dale.

"Hey, Dale. Bobbie and I are gonna pick some berries." She informs.

"Don't wander too far." He replies. "If anything happens, holler. We'll come runnin." He says.

"Will do." Amy smiles and I follow her out to the woods. At first, we were both quiet. I guess Amy didn't have much to say or maybe didn't know what to say. What could you say to a muted person? 'Hi my names Joe. I like to eat ice cream for dinner. You're a mute? What's your story?' Please. My thoughts were interrupted when Amy suddenly stops and begins picking berries.

"These seem okay. I can't tell if their poisonous." She says. I shrug my shoulders, not knowing the difference either.

"Hopefully, if they aren't poisonous, we can eat them. They'll give us food nutrients." She says. I nod my head in agreement. After picking berries for a good while, almost filling the bucket, we head back to camp. We approached Lori, sitting down by the fire pit. She stands up when she meets eyes with us.