Muted // A Daryl Dixon Fanfiction

•Chapter Sixty Three•

M U T E D

Season 4

Bobbie's Point of View:

We finally start our journey to Terminus. For a good minute, everyone was silent. But I soon hear Rick and Michonne talking. Daryl walked beside me, neither of us saying much. I was okay with that too, last night really spooked us. Really me. Any number of things could've happened. Daryl could've died, Michonne could've died, maybe she wished she would've died, Carl could've died, Rick could've died, could've watched all of us die before he was killed, and I know I would've wished I was dead if things went any further. I was okay, Rick was okay, Daryl, Michonne, Carl. We're all okay and I feel more relieved that we're all in a way...okay.

Daryl comes to a stop and I look at everyone else. They've stopped at another sign and I look at Rick.

"We're getting close. Be there before sundown." Daryl says.

"Now we head through the woods." Rick speaks up.

"Alright. We spread out, watch for a while, see what we see, and get ready. We all stay close." Rick settles. We make our way into the woods. We get closer to Terminus and get a good look of the area. Rick stops and he looks at Carl.

"You wanna stick with me?" Rick asks his son.

"It's alright." Carl shakes his head. He looks at Michonne and they walk off together. I look at Rick and Daryl.

"I'll go on my own." I say.

"Why don't you stick with-" Daryl starts but Rick pats his shoulder.

"She's got it." Rick says. Daryl holds a stare with Rick before letting go. Rick walks away and soon Daryl follows. I sigh aloud and load an arrow into the bow. I held the bow down below my chest, keeping it ready to go in case I needed to use it. I walked along the fence and kept myself hidden. I come to a open part of the fence where no plants or anything blocked the woods. I come to a stop and fall to my knees, pulling some vines and leaves out of the way to peak inside.

I can see people walking around, some cooking, some holding plates in their hands, some holding weapons, I guess to keep watch of walkers. They've got plants and crops growing around. A lot of the crops are put in large boxes and some in small boxes. There's a lot of train carts parked around. I noticed in the biggest building windows, there are letters painted black with a white background that spelled out TERMINUS. They really want people to find this place. I don't have a good feeling about this place. People could be bad, really bad, like Joe's group and could possibly try to take Terminus for themselves. Something what the Governor did. They'll break in, kill these people and try to take this place for them. I understand the world ended and I guess people gotta stick together to stay alive and all, but I wouldn't go as far as putting signs everywhere, miles and miles out to get people to find this place. Not everyone is the same.

I hear the sound of a stick breaking and I spin around, pointing my bow at the walker or person behind me. Daryl holds his hands up and I lower my bow.

"Come on. Rick needs us." He whispers. We head back together and see Rick tossing a bag down in a hole. He uses a small shovel and covers the bag up with the dirt.

"Just incase." He tells us. I'm assuming there are weapons in there. What Rick means by just incase, it's just incase everything turns to shit and we all need to get the hell out of there. If we can't get to our weapons, we'll at least have these weapons here for a plan B. Rick is smart, it's a good idea.