Muted // A Daryl Dixon Fanfiction

•Chapter Fifty Three•

M U T E D

Season 4

Daryl's Point of View:

I watched the trucks and the large tank pushing through the fences. I look around and see everyone shooting.

"Daryl!" I hear Beth.

"Go get the others! Get them on the bus! I gotta go find, B!" I shout over the gunfire.

"No, we shouldn't separate, we need you!" She shouts back.

"Go! Get everyone on the bus!" I yell.

"I'm not leaving you!" She shouts. "We need you!" I look back to the field where B, Hershel and Michonne stood, but I couldn't find her. Beth's right. I should stay here. Help protect this place as best as I can. They do need me here, but B needs me there too. I gotta make sure she's safe. I gotta.

Bobbie's Point of View:

"Okay, okay. Easy down. Easy, easy, easy." Michonne says as she sits me down on the ground and leaning against the tree. I take a deep breath and tried ignoring the pain. I look down and pull my shirt off my body, leaving me in a tank top. I hand my shirt to Michonne and she uses my shirt as a bandage to stop the bleeding.

"Okay. I'm gonna go back. I'm gonna go help them." She says.

"I'm coming too." I tell her.

"No. You're hurt. I'll find Daryl and let him know where you are." She says.

I'm no good out here if one of those guys comes across me and kills me. Their all here to kill us. I can't fight back if I'm down on the grind. I'm fine. I can keep going. Let me come with you!-"

"No! No more bullshit. Stay here, wait for Daryl." She says and stands up. I ignore Michonne and pull myself up from the woodland floor. Michonne turns around and frowns at me. "Bobbie. Why can't you listen for once?" She growls.

"I'm okay! See? I can fight. I'm good." I tell her. She stomps her foot down and walks away. Michonne and I walk back out to the field. We see a truck sitting alone and we quickly get to it. Michonne begins jogging and I see her pick up her sword. She throws it in the case before picking up some other things. She turns back to me.

"Here." She says and hands me my sash of arrows. I hook it around my waist, place my knife in the holster and I grab my bow from her hands. "Lets get in there, check on the others and make sure we can help anyone we can." She says. I turn my head to the prison and see the bus driving off. I point at the bus and Michonne sees it.

"Maybe they're going to the woods, on the road behind the prison? The plan we have in case things do go south when the Governor came back." I say.

"Probably so. Come on." She says. We run/limp to the main gate. We walk past the overturned bus and see the Governor hunched over somebody. Michonne and I see Rick lying under the Governor, his hands wrapped around his throat. Michonne quickly runs up behind the Governor and she pushes her sword through his chest. I quickly approach Michonne as she helps Rick up.

"Carl? Where's Carl!" He mumbles.

"I don't know." Michonne says. I take a look at Rick and see his face swollen and bloody, cuts and bruises around his face and body. He's hurt. But I think he'll be okay. I turn my head away from the two and I see people running off. Where's Daryl? I pull myself away and try running up the gravel path, trying to ignore the pain and finding Daryl.