Muted // A Daryl Dixon Fanfiction

•Chapter Twenty Four•

M U T E D

Season 2

Bobbie's Point of View:

We've been making sure there were no other signs of walkers coming around. Shane, T-Dog and Andrea found a small group out in one of the fields, eating a cow. They cleared everything up and reported back to Rick. Now that it's becoming winter, Hershel decided that it would all be better off staying inside the house, but mostly to keep ourselves safe from the walkers that roamed around the fields.

I sat in the tent, rubbing my thumb over the bow Dale gave me. I miss him. Very much. I wish he was still here. That feeling is gone, but apart of me still feels like something else is happening. Something else is going to happen. I wish he would give me some advice on what to do.

"Hey." I look up from my bow and see Daryl walking in. "You got your stuff packed up?" He asks. I nod my head. I stand up from the bed and gathered my things. I step outside and see Lori, Rick and Hershel standing around in a circle.

"It'll be tight, 14 people in one house." Rick says.

"Don't worry about that." Lori says. "With the swamp hardening, the creek drying up...with 50 head of cattle on the property, we'd might as well be ringing the damn dinner bell."

"She's right. We should've moved you in a while ago." Hershel says.

"Alright, lets move the vehicles near each of the doors facing out towards the road." Rick says.

"Just leave it there. We'll build a lookout in the windmill, another in the barn loft. That should give us sight lines both sides of the property." Hershel says.

"T-Dog, you take the perimeter around the house. Keep track of everyone coming and going." Rick says.

"What about standing guard?" Shane asks.

"I need you and Daryl on double duty." Rick tells Daryl and I.

"Gotcha." Daryl nods.

"I'll stick the basement with food and water, enough that we can all survive there a few days if needed." Lori says.

"What about patrols?" Daryl asks.

"Let's get this locked down first." Rick nods. "After that, Shane'll assign shifts while me and Daryl take Randall off-site and cut him loose."

"We're back to that now?" Carol buds in.

"It was the right plan first time around." Rick says, looking at me. I lightly smile and nod my head at him.

"Thank you." I mouth to him. He nods his head, nodding at me. I look at Daryl and squeeze his arm as I head inside, picking a little area to sleep. There wasn't much room in the house, but I found a good space to lay my things down and claim it mine. Daryl eventually moved his things in and he sets them down beside me. We moved our thing from the tent and into the house. Anything we couldn't fit, we put them up in the attack like Hershel had wanted us to.

I sat outside on the porch swing, rocking back and forth, holding the bow in my hands. I let out a sigh, rubbing the engraved words on it.