Muted // A Daryl Dixon Fanfiction

•Chapter Thirty Five•

M U T E D

Season 3

Daryl's Point of View:

Rick, Oscar and the woman finally set sail to bring back Glenn and Maggie. We drive for miles before the lady tells Rick to pull over. We all get out and bring out the weapons we geared up with.

"They have patrols. We're better off on foot." Rick says.

"How far? Nights comin." I ask.

"It's a mile, maybe two." She says. We finally begin walking until Rick veers off into the woods for cover.

"Y'know, what you did for me, for my baby, while I was...working things out-" Rick starts. "Thank you."

"It's what we do." I tell him. He pats my shoulder.

"Rick." Oscar calls. We turn our heads and see a group of walkers coming our way. Rick pulls his machete out and he steps up.

"Get in formation. No gunfire." He says. The rest of us pull out knifes and we take out the walkers.

"There's too many of them." The woman says.

"This way." Rick says and he leads the group away. We run to an opened area and see a cabin house just ahead of us. Rick busts through the door and we all pile in.

"Get the door." Rick orders and the woman closes it behind her. "Keep it down. Keep it down."

"The smell, it's loud." I cover my nose.

"What the hell is that?" Oscar asks as we shine our light around. I stop my light on an animal thats lying on the floor.

"It's gotta be a fox or what's left of one." I say. "I guess Lassie went home." Rick looks at me and he points to the bed. I lift my bow up and I kept it pointed at the bed. Rick grabs the blanket and he yanks it off. A man with a red beanie shoots up.

"Who the hell are you?!" He asks.

"We don't mean any harm." Rick calms him.

"Get outta my house!" He yells and holds up his shotgun.

"Okay, okay, okay. We will, but we can't right now." Rick says, holding his hands up.

"Now!" The man yells.

"Shut him up." The lady growls.

"Get our right now!"

"There are wallers outside!" Rick whisper yells.

"I call the cops!"

"I am a cop. Now, I need you to lower the gun. Don't do anything rash. Everything's fine. Let's just- let's just take this nice and slow, alright?"

"Show me your badge." The man cocks his gun.

"Alright, it's in my pocket. It's in my pocket. Now, just let me reach down nice and slow." Rick slaps the gun out of his face and the man fires. I dodge the bullet and see it made a hole in the wall behind me. Rick grabs the man and he tries to cover his mouth.