Muted // A Daryl Dixon Fanfiction

•Chapter Sixty Seven•

M U T E D

Season 5

Bobbie's Point of View:

Rick, Glenn, Maggie, Michonne and I all stood in a circle, trying to figure out what the hell we should do with Gareth and his people. If only Carol and Daryl weren't gone, we'd be only focused on Gareth and his people, maybe if Gareth and his people weren't here, we'd be able to focus Daryl and Carol.

"They think they're in control. We're in here and they could be anywhere." Rick says.

"But we know exactly where they are." Maggie says.

"Plan's got stones, I'll give you that." Glenn says. "Make our move before they do."

"That's right. They're not counting on us thinking straight." Rick says.

"Are we?" Abraham buds in, causing all of us to look at him. "I'm just making sure, it's a big play." He says.

"Remember what these people are capable of." Rick says. We all go our separate ways and begin loading up. I snap my sash of arrows around my waist, secured my knife in the holster and held tight of my bow.

"Let's go." Rick says. We all follow him out to the graveyard and we all spread out, hiding in the darkness. If we did this right, Gareth and his people will push into the church themselves. Bob, Gabriel, Carl and Judith are in the office. Gareth will more than likely hit them first before anything else. That's where we come in. My part in this, let everyone walk in, Wait a few minutes, close the doors behind me after everyone behind me is inside, boom. Ambush.

"We're following your lead on this, B." Rick whispers to me. I nod my head at him. The sound of footsteps grab our attention and we all watch Gareth and five other people walking up to the church. It's a few moments before they break the doors and go running inside. I wait a few more moments before I finally stand up and go running towards the stairs.

"Well, I guess you know we're here. And we know you're here. And we're armed." Gareth teases. "So there's really no point in hiding anymore. We've been watching you. We know who's here. There's Bob, unless you've put him out of his misery already. And Eugene. Rosita. Martin's good friend, Tyreese. Carl. Judith. Rick and the rest walked out with the rest of your guns." Gareth pauses for a moment. I finally stand up and get everyone inside. They all hide amongst the shadows before I grab the doors and slammed them shut, grabbing everyone's attention. Gareth turns and he looks to me.

"Bobbie, isn't it?" He asks, slowly walking down the aisle. "It's a shame you got away, I could've taken real good care of you. It's also a shame that all of your people escaped too. You all destroyed our home." He lifts his hand up and tucks a strand of hair behind my ear.

"I liked you, I really did. You're beautiful, gotta be around my age. From the outside, I can tell you've got a beautiful body. I just wish I could see what's underneath." He smiles down at me before he leans down close to my ear. "I just wish you had a voice...so I can hear how you scream." He whispers. His hand trails down to my wrist and he grasps onto it, dragging me up to the front of the church. He pushes me away from him and in front of the office where two people stood with their guns in their hands.

"Open the door." Gareth orders. I furrow my brows at him, not moving an inch. "Come on, now. Don't make it harder on us...on me." I fold my arms over my chest as if protesting to him. I'm not moving at all. Gareth grows impatient and he quickly approaches me. He grabs my hair and forces me down. He sits down on me and wraps his hands around my throat, already squeezing the oxygen out. I kicked and scratched at his hands, trying to get him off.