Muted // A Daryl Dixon Fanfiction

•Chapter Seventy Five•

M U T E D

Season 5

Bobbie's Point of View:

I sat in the table as the doctor, Pete, checked me out. He stitched up my forehead and placed a bandage over it. He then checked my neck and assured me it was only gonna be bruised for a while, but nothing too serious. Finally, he moved down to my ribs. The bruising was gnarly. Black and blue, my whole rib cage. The door suddenly swings open and comes in Rick and Daryl.

"What the hell happened?" Daryl asks.

"She was running through the woods and I found her. She hasn't told me what happened." Aaron says. I sigh and allowed Pete to finish up so I could leave.

"What happened?" Rick asks me.

"She's got a cut on her forehead, I gave her stitches. She's got bruising on her neck and ribcage. Some rest can help the process, but overall, she'll be okay." Pete says.

"You were fighting somebody?" Daryl asks.

"Who were you fighting?" Rick asks.

"B, we gotta know what happened." Daryl says.

"Guys. I know you're worried and all, but maybe we shouldn't trap her all at once." Aaron says.

"We need to know what happened. We have to make sure there isn't a threat among us." Rick says. As everybody begins arguing over whether or not I should be let out and get rest or let Rick and Daryl interrogate me, my eyes wondered off. I noticed a woman walking past the infirmary and I noticed it was her, the same woman I saw before I passed out. I shot up and ran out the infirmary, Daryl and Rick calling after me. I slammed the door behind me and jumped down the stairs. The woman stops and turns back, looking at me. Her mouth forms into a smile and she quickly runs over to me, wrapping her arms around me tight.

"Oh, my god! I can't believe I'm hugging you right now!" She cries. She breaks the hug and examines me. "You look good! Well, besides the cuts and bruises- what even happened to you? Where have you been? When did you get here?" She asks. I huff out a breath and sigh, hugging her again. Never did I ever thought I would see Allison again. But here she is, in my arms, alive, simply okay. She's not hurt, she's just...fine.

"Allison." I hear Rick. I turn back and see him hugging her.

"Man, I never thought we'd see you again." Daryl says.

"Yeah! Same here!" Allison giggles. "The last time
I saw you, I kissed you." I furrow my brows and glared at her.

"Everything okay? You made it here okay." Rick says.

"Yeah! After the fair, we lost Bobbie and we didn't know what to do next." She says.

"We? Who's we?" Rick asks.

"Sebastian." She says. I grab Allison's arm, grabbing her attention.

"Where? Where is he?" I ask her.

"I don't know. We got separated too." She sighs.

"Fair? What fair are you talking about?" Daryl asks.