Muted // A Daryl Dixon Fanfiction

•Chapter Eighty Eight•

M U T E D

Season 6

Daryl's Point of View:

The next mornin, we're all out on the road. Rick had a plan for the Saviors, they wanted Gregory's head, they're gonna get it.

Rick pulls the RV to the side and pushes on the horn. Everyone else behind us in the cars followed Rick's lead. Rick finally gets out, along with everyone else.

"Aaron, Rosita. You start here. We'll peel off every quarter mile, meet back here in a couple of hours. See what we got." Rick says. I walked along the tree line, waiting for a walker to come to us to be apart of the plan. I wish I had my crossbow. Everything would be smooth sailing. After a while of waitin, Glenn, Heath and a few others return with three walker heads. Rick calls everyone in a circle. I hoped on one of the car hoods and planted myself down.

"We're gonna take a look around, try to get a feel for how many people are in there. We like how it looks, we go in. A couple of hours before dawn. The guards outside'll be tired. Everyone inside'll be sleeping. We don't like what we see, we head back, make a new plan. They don't know who we are. We'll keep Jesus in the shadows. This is how we eat. This is how we eat. We roll out at midnight." Rick finishes his speech and walks away, leaving everyone the way they are. They eventually disperse.

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Darkness. The night sky falls and we're all out on the road, heading to the Saviors-to Negan. Rick orders everyone in their place and he tells us all to stay quiet and stay hidden. Thirty minutes later, Andy Cole's driving up to the building. It's an odd place for the Saviors to live- an old satellite building. I guess they figured it would've been the perfect livin space here, which makes me question them. Why even live here? Everywhere else in the world and they picked this place? Seems...odd. Off, even. Doesn't sit well for me. Maybe by the time this shit is over, everything will be fine.

Andy drives right up to the satellite building and the red lights shut on.

"Stop right there!" A voice yells. "Announce yourself, asshole!"

"It's Andy from Hilltop! It's done!" Andy shouts back.

"Step out!" Andy cuts the engine and he climbs out, holding Gregory's head in his hand.

"Is that it?!"

"Yeah!"

"Bring it here, shitbrain!" Andy slowly approaches the building and two men come out. They kept their guns drawn on Andy as they approached him. Andy holds the head up for the men to take. There's a chubby guy and a skinny guy from what I could see.

"I don't want the bag, needle dick." One scoffs at Andy. Andy is forced to pull the head out of the bag and he holds it up for display.

"Will you look at this shit. Will you look at this shit!" One men approaches Andy and looks at the head.

"He broke my hand. I broke his nose. That's why he looks that why." Andy says, staring at the men, hopin it'll convince them he did in fact kill Gregory.

"Come on, man. Take it. Take it." I whisper to myself. The man holds up the head in his hands.

"Little bitch broke my nose. Wah." One mocks in a nasal tone, the other laughing. He tosses the head to the side. "Okay, looks like you learned. I'll get your guy, you go home, and you bring us more stuff next week." One man walks inside. I finally took that moment to run up behind the other, grab his forehead, pull his head back and slice his throat open. His body falls as he gurgles on the ground before I jam my blade into his skull. Everyone immediately comes out of hiding and runs towards us. Everyone grabs the body, his weapon, everything he had and takes his body away. Everyone goes back into hiding. I ran into the nearest bush and squatted down, keeping still and quiet. Seconds later, the door swings open and comes out Andy's brother and the man.