Muted // A Daryl Dixon Fanfiction

•Chapter Forty Two•

M U T E D

Season 3

Bobbie's Point of View:

I slip back inside the prison and I noticed everyone was asleep. I walk back to the cell block and I get back to Daryl's cell. When I step in, Daryl is sitting up and awake. He turns his head and looks at me.

"Where you been?" He asks. I swallow hard.

"Hunting." I shrug

"Really? Even last night? I woke up to check on you and you weren't in your cell." He frowns.

"I was outside." I frown.

"Then why you got the keys? You stole my keys and you're lyin to me." He stands up and stands over my small figure. "What's goin on, B? Huh? You're acting weird, sneakin around, lyin, stealing shit. This isn't like you." He frowns. I lick my lips and look away from him, trying to figure out what I should even say. If I tell him I've been checking on Charlie, he'll wanna go out and bring him back. But Charlie won't do it. He doesn't want to leave.

"B." Daryl softly calls and I look at him. "Tell me what's goin on. I just wanna make sure you're alright." He says.

"I'm fine. Okay? Stop asking me if I'm okay." I frown. I grab his hand and place the keys in his hand and I storm off.

Everyone is awake now. I ate at the table silently, keeping my distance from everyone. All I could think about was going back out and checking on Charlie. I wanna make sure he's okay.

"Bobbie." I turn my head away from my bowl and I see Rick standing above me. "Carl and I are going out on a run to get more guns and ammo. You wanna join?" He asks. I chew the side of my cheek and I politely shake my head.

"It's okay. I'll stay here." I tell him.

"Are you sure? We could use you. Get you out from behind these walls." He smiles. I shake my head once more.

"It's okay. Thanks, Rick." I smile at him. He lightly nods his head and walks away. I continued eating.

"You didn't join Rick on the run?" Carol asks me.

"Got things to handle here." I shrug. She places her hand on mines, stopping me from eating.

"I'm worried about you, Bobbie. I know what you've been doing." She says. I furrow my brows at her.

"Worried? Why're you worried?" I ask her. She swallows hard and takes a deep breath.

"I see you sneaking out. Daryl and I see it. Who is out there? The first time you were there, I followed you. I saw you talking to somebody but...nobody was there." She says. A smile forms across my face and I pick up my bowl and stand up from the table.

"Bobbie, don't laugh at me. This is serious. I'm worried about you." She follows me to the sink.

"You're worried over nothing." I tell her.

"Then show me who you've been talking to out there. Are you seeing somebody from Woodbury? Are you having a secret affair with somebody? What would Daryl think-"