Muted // A Daryl Dixon Fanfiction

•Chapter Thirty Nine•

M U T E D

Season 3

Bobbie's Point of View:

"Please...Please don't hurt me."

I fall to my knees. I wanted to tell the little boy that I wasn't going to hurt him. He had to have been at least five or six with his height, but I didn't get a full look at him. I look around the area I was in. I realized there's trash scattered around here. There's a pillow and a blanket along with a suitcase. Does...Does he live here?

The trees rustle in front of me and the little boy comes crawling out, staring at me. He gives me a confused look as he kept his distance.

"You're not going to hurt me?" He asks. I lightly smile and shake my head. He sits down on the ground. I wanna ask him if he lives here, but I doubt this little boy knows sign language or how to read lips.

"Are...Are you hurt?" He asks me. I furrow my brows and shake my head at him. He lifts his small hands and points out his finger. "You're bleeding." I look at my body and saw some scratches from the thorn bush. I smile and wave it off, showing him that I'll be okay.

"Why won't you talk?" I sigh and thought about how in the hell I could talk to him. "Do you know sign language?" He asks. I tilt my head to the side and I watch him hold his hands up.

"Do you know sign language?" He asks.

"Yes." I respond back.

"My mommy was deaf. So my dad taught me how." He lightly smiles. I smile back and nod at him.

"Are your parents around here?" I ask him.

"No." He looks down with tears in his eyes. "I'm alone." He adds. I look around the area again and I nod my head.

"Is this...is this where you live?"

"Yes." He says. I chew on the side of my mouth.

"What's your name?" I ask him.

"Charlie."

"Charlie." I smile. "My name is Bobbie."

"Bobbie? That sounds like a boy's name." He chuckles. Charlie doesn't use sign language. He understands it completely fine when somebody is talking to him, but he knows I'm not deaf so he simply talks normal.

"It is." I smile at him. I lightly move closer to him. "Charlie, what do you say you come back with me? I have a home. It's safe, safer out here. You can stay with me."

"Are there other people there?" He asks.

"Yes! And there are kids there too. We have a newborn baby-"

"No." He shakes his head.

"No? Why not?" I ask. Charlie scoots himself away from me, shaking his head.

"I don't wanna." He pouts.

"Why not?" I ask.

"Because people killed mommy and daddy." He quickly disappears back into his little hut. I fall back on my bottom and sat there for a moment, thinking on what to do. I can't leave him out here all alone. He won't survive. He's gotta eat, he's gotta be safe, protected. I can't just walk away and pretend nothing happened out here. There's a little boy who needs my help.