Muted // A Daryl Dixon Fanfiction

•Chapter Eighty Six•

M U T E D

Season 6

Daryl's Point of View:

I wanted to slap Rick aside the head. He made me sit in the back with this Jesus guy. And it's not the fact he made ME sit with him, he took him with us. I hate this. Guys an ass. Smart, but an ass. A smart ass. Good one, Daryl. Rick swerved the car before straightening back out. While he did that, Jesus' unconscious body slides against my side. I shoved him off. Rick knew what he was doin.

"He took a pretty hard hit." Rick says. "Denise needs to look him over."

"Yeah." I utter.

"You wouldn't have gone through with it. You wouldn't have left him."

"I would've. Right up in a tree. I would've." I nodded.

"No, I know." Rick nods. "Almost as soon as we got to Alexandria, you got it. You saw- you, Michonne, Carl, Glenn, you all tried to tell me. So shut up." He swerved the car again and Jesus' unconscious body lands in my lap. I let out a low growl and shoved him to the other side of the backseat.

We finally pulled through the gates. Rick pulls up over the infirmary and he kills the engine. We got out and I grabbed Jesus' body, throwing him over my shoulder and walking him to the infirmary door. Rick knocks the door, Denise answering seconds later.

"Sorry to wake you up." Rick says.

"Who's this?" Denise asks, followed by Rosita.

"Come on, man, he's heavy." I groan. Denise quickly allows us and I drop his body on a table. "Oh, sorry, that thing, uh, didn't work out." I tell Denise. "It's this asshoels fault. Sorry."

"Alright, take a look at him." Rick says. "He ain't staying, though."

"We'll see." I utter. He more than likely will. As Denise looks at Jesus, Rick and I stood watch, making sure he wouldn't try anything stupid. Sure, he didn't try to kill me, didn't pull a weapon on me, but he could change his mind real quick.

"It is pretty stupid for us to go out there, isn't it?" Rick asks me.

"Yep." I nod.

"Yeah." He softly sighs. "Do it again tomorrow?"

"Yep."

"Daryl." I turn my head and see Rosita staring at me. I look at Rick who nods his head. He's keepin watch now. I walk over to Rosita and noticed how serious her face was.

"Is she dead?" I ask.

"Daryl...we-" I quickly walk away and eased straight into the room B was laying in. All the fifteen steps there, I couldn't think straight. What am I about to see? What am I gonna picture for the rest of my life? Am I gonna see a blood trail on her skull with a blanket over her body? What's gonna happen?

I barged into the room and see B layin in the bed. Alive. She's still breathin, she's still asleep.

"What's wrong?" I ask after hearing Rosita walking in.