Muted // A Daryl Dixon Fanfiction

•Chapter Forty Eight•

M U T E D

Season 4

Bobbie's Point of View:

I walked outside and walk to the nearest water bin. I dip my hands in the water and slurp the water from my hands before splashing some on my face. I yawn as I walk down the gravel pathway and see Rick nowhere to be found. Ha! I beat him this time.

"You're late." I turn around and see him on his knees between the corn rows.

"I'm early this time." I frown at him.

"Uh Huh." He says. "What's up with you and Daryl?" He asks. Not this again. "You two are like teenagers." He says.

"Last night we took a walk." I lied, slipping on gloves.

"That hickey on your neck says otherwise. Wasn't there yesterday." He points.

"We can't leave marks on each other?" I smile at him, trying to hold back my laughter.

"I heard somebody caught you two in the act last night." My face burns red at his words. Rick laughs. "I'm just saying, it wouldn't hurt to find a better hiding spot than the garage." He shrugs.

"Oh, like you know a place. Everywhere we go there's people around. Can't go outside the prison. That's just...a weird way to die. Really weird." My eyes wide at the thought of dying by getting a bite on your ass in the middle of the act.

"There's places around here. Just gotta find them." He chuckles at me.

"Weren't you just threatening Daryl to stop keeping me up so late?" I ask him.

"Yeah. But I like picking on you. It's what gets me through my day." He says. I hold up my middle finger and flip him off, causing him to laugh out loud.

I fill the bucket with dead plants and some corn, tomatoes and cucumbers and I dump out into the pig pen. They all scramble up and start eating. I move on to the horses and fed them same thing except for the cucumbers and tomatoes. Then I start brushing them.

"Good morning, Bobbie." I turn my head and see Michonne smiling at me. "Or should I say...miss I got caught having sex with Daryl last night." She teases.

"Nobody is gonna let that go." I shake my head.

"Oh! So it's true? You and Daryl get caught in the act? It's not a rumor?" She teases. I shake my head at her. "Man. You two are just going at it like teenagers."

"That's what I said." Rick buds in.

"Hop off." I spit at him, but he responds back with a laugh.

"Have you seen Daryl?" She asks me.

"No, I got up before him to start on my chores. I left him in the cell. He was still asleep." I explain.

"Okay." She nods. "He must've needed it." She smirks at me. I playfully push her away from me and she laughs.

"You headed out?" Rick asks her.