Muted // A Daryl Dixon Fanfiction

•Chapter Ninety One•

M U T E D

Season 6

Daryl's Point of View:

I woke up and realized how dark it was. For a moment I'd forgotten where I even was, then I remembered. I could hear Glenn, Michonne and Rosita breathin heavy. I pick up my head and see holes in the door. I furrowed my boss when I hear voices comin from outside.

I wanted to see myself in the mirror, but I knew I was pale, I was pale from how much blood I've lost by now. The wound still ain't covered, still sins treated. I should've known Dwight would've treated me like this; not treating me fr my wound. Asshole.

I took a deep a breath as the doors swings open.

"Come on. Got people to meet." Dwight pulls me out and he forces me down on my knees next to Michonne. I took a deep breath as I realized I'm down on my knees with Abraham, Maggie, Rick, Carl, Sasha, Aaron and Eugene.

"Alright! We finally full boat!" A tall man paces back and forth before he walks to the RV. "Let's meet the man." He says and knocks on the door. Out comes a tall, skinny man wearing a leather jacket, black pants, black boots, and a red bandanna around his neck. He holds a bat in his left hand, letting the top rest on his shoulder.

"Puss in our pants yet?" He asks. "Boy, do I have a feeling we're gettin close. Yep. It's gonna be pee-pee pants city here real soon." He walks down the stairs and stands in the middle of the stage.

"Which one of you pricks is the leader?" He asks.

"It's this one. He's the guy." The other Savior points down to Rick. The man in the leather jacket approaches Rick and kneels down in front of him. "Hi. You're Rick, right? I'm Negan. And I do not appreciate you killin my men. Also, when I sent my people to kill your people for killin my people, you killed more of my people. Not cool. Not cool. You have no idea how not cool that shit is. But I think you're gonna be up to speed real quick. Yeah. You are so gonna regret crossin me in a few minutes. Yes, you are." He smiles. Negan stands up and begins walkin back and forth slowly, lookin at all of us before turnin back to Rick.

"You see, Rick, whatever you do, no matter what, you don't mess with the new world order. And the new world order is this, and it's really very simple. So, even if you're stupid, which you very may well be, you can understand it. You ready? Here goes. Pay attention." Negan swings the bat around and points his bat in Rick's face. "Give me your shit...or I will kill you." Negan smiles and pulls away. "Today was career day. We invested a lot so you would know who I am and what I can do. You work for me now. You have shit, you give it to me. That's your job. Now, I know that is a mighty big, nasty pill to swallow, but swallow it you most certainly will. You ruled the roost. You built somethin. You thought you were safe. I get it. But the word is out. You are not safe. Not even close. In fact, you are pegged, more pegged if you don't do what I want. And what I want is half of your shit. And if that's too much, you can make, find, or steal more, and it'll even out sooner. This is your way of life now. The more you fight back, the harder it will be. So, if someone knocks on your door..." Negan chuckles. "...you let us in. We own that door. You try to stop us and we will knock it down. You understand?" Negan looks down at Rick, but Rick doesn't say a word. "What, no answer? You don't really think that you were gonna get through this without getting punished, now, did you? I don't want to kill you people. Just want to make that clear from the get-go. I want you to work for me. You can't do that when you're dead now, can you? I'm not growin a garden. But you killed my people, a whole damn lot of them. More than I'm comfortable with. And for that, for that you're gonna pay. So now...I am gonna beat the holy hell out of one of you." Negan swings his bat too close for Sasha's or Rick's comforting and he kneels down to Rick's level.