Muted // A Daryl Dixon Fanfiction

•Chapter Twenty Two•

M U T E D

Season 2

Daryl's Point of View:

I paced back and forth in the shed, listening to what the little bastard was tellin me about his people. Rick wanted to know more about his people. He wanted a bad cop, he's got one.

"I told you-"

"You told me shit!" I growl, grabbing his shirt and slamming him against the wall.

"I barely knew these guys! I met 'em off the road." He argues.

"How many in your group?" I ask. He doesn't say anything for a moment. Alright, maybe punches and blows to the face ain't workin. I open my holster and pull my long knife out. Randall sees my knife and he begins shaking his head.

"No. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. Come on, man!" I slam my knife down by his leg.

"How many!" I yell.

"Uh! 30-30! 30 guys."

"Where?"

"Uh...I don't know. I swear! We were never anyplace more than a night."

"Scouting? Planning on staying local?"

"I-I don't know! They-They left me behind." I tore open his pant leg and place the tip of my knife on it.

"You ever picked off a scab?" I ask him.

"Come on, man!" He groans. "I'm trying to cooperate!"

"Start real slow at first. No- sooner or later, you've just gotta rip it off."

"Okay! Okay. They have weapons- heavy stuff, automatics. But I didn't do anything." He explains.

"Your boys shot at my boys. Sexual assaulted my girl. Tried to take this farm. You just went along for the ride. You trynna tell me you're innocent?"

"Yes!" He yells. I pull myself away, slowly pacing back and forth as he begins talkin. "These-These people took me in. Not just guys- a whole group of 'em. Men and woman, kids too- just like you people! Thought I'd have a better chance with them, you know? But...we go out, scavenge- just the men. One night, we-we found this little campsite. A man and his two daughters- teenagers, y'know? Real young. Real cute." I look down at him, staring at the floor as he thought about the girls. He looks back up to me and he sees me glaring at him, which causes him to panic and begin shaking his head.

"Their daddy has to watch while these guys- they- and they didn't even kill him afterwards. They just-they just made him watch as his daughters- they just-just-just left him there. No, but-but I-I didn't touch those girls. No, I swear. I didn't-" I punch him in the face, feeling my blood boiling about his group. Bunch of pussies.

"Please-Please. You gotta believe me, man. I'm not like that. I ain't like that. Please. You gotta believe me."

"Shut up!" I growl and punch him more.

I locked the shed up and walked off. Learnin about his gang of 30 men goin around and raping girls is whole new threat we gotta deal with. They're gonna kill the men in my group and the women are gonna wish they were dead. I don't care what it takes, killing another man, maybe all 30 men if I have to, I ain't letting anyone touch Bobbie.