Muted // A Daryl Dixon Fanfiction

•Chapter Ninety Two•

M U T E D

Season 7

Daryl's Point of View:

Dawn breaks. It's a new day. Everyone still here, sitting. Negan pulls the RV up. The RV door swings open and out comes Rick. Negan walks out and drags Rick close to us before he stops.

"Here we are. Let me ask you somethin, Rick. Do you even know what that little trip was about?" Rick looks up to Negan without a word. "Speak when you're spoken to."

"Okay. Okay." Rick breaths heavily.

"That was tripbwas about the way you looked at me. I wanted to change that. I wanted you to understand. But you're still looking at me the same damn way...like I shit in your scrambled eggs, and that's not gonna work. So...do I give you a second chance?"

"Yeah. Yes. Yes." Rick shakily says.

"Okay." Negan pats Rick's back and stands up. "Alright. Here it is. The grand prize game. What you do next will decide whether your crap day becomes everyone's crap day or just another crap day. Get some guns to the back of their heads." I could hear guns cocking behind me and I felt the barrel pointed at my head. "Good. Now...level with their noses, so if you have to fire..." Negan imitates an explosion comin out our noses. "It'll be a real mess." He smiles. He suddenly turns to his right and points to Carl. "Kid...right here. Kid...now." Carl finally stands up and he walks over to Negan, who seemed to be pulling his belt off. "You a southpaw?"

"Am I a what?" Carl growls.

"You a lefty?" Negan asks.

"No."

"Good." Negan loops the belt around Carl's upper arm and he tightens it. "That hurt?" Negan asks him.

"No."

"Should. It's supposed to." Negan says. "Alright. Get down on the ground, kid, next to daddy. Spread them wings." Carl slowly falls to his knees and sits before Negan pushes him down on his stomach. "Simon...you got a pen?"

"Yah." Simon nods. He tosses Negan a pen and he catches it flawlessly.

"Sorry, kid. This is gonna be as cold as a warlocks ballsack, just like he was hanging his ballsack above you and dragging it right across the forearm. There you go. Gives you a little leverage." Negan kneels down and he draws a line on Carl's forearm. I furrowed my brows and figured Negan is about to cut Carl's arm off.

"Please. Please. Please." Rick begs.

"Me?" Negan chuckles. "I ain't doin shit." He stands to his full height and sighs. "Ah. Rick, I want you to take your ax...cut your sons left arm off, right on that line." Negan says. I could see the sheer panic wash over Rick's face when Negan tells him to cut his own sons arm off. "Now, I know-I know you're gonna have to process that for a second. That makes sense. Still, though, I'm gonna need you to do it, or all these people are gonna die. Then Carl dies, then the people back hoe die...and then you, eventually. I'm gonna keep you breathin a few years, just so you can stew it."

"You-You don't have to do this. We understand. We understand-" Michonne begs.

"Yeah. You understand. I'm not sure that Rick does. I'm gonna need a clean cut right on that line." Negan looks down at Rick. "Now, I know this is a screened up thing to ask, but it's gonna have to be like a salami slice-nothing messy, clean, 45 degrees- give us something to fold over. We got a great doctor. The kid'll be fine!...probably." Rick begins to breathe heavy and he stares down at Carl and the ax. "Rick...this needs to happen now-chop, chop- or I will crush the little fellas skull myself."

"It can-it can-it can be me. It can be me. W-W-Y-You can do it to me. I ca-I can go with you." Rick panics.

"No. This is the only way. Rick...pick up the ax." Rick doesn't pick up the ax. The tension builds stronger and stronger the more Rick doesn't pick up the ax. I can already tell Negan was giving him the biggest panic attack he's ever gotten before. "Not making a decision is a big decision. You really want to see all these people die? You will. You will see every ugly thing." Negan stares down at Rick and waits for him to pick up the ax, but he still doesn't. Negan grows annoyed and he rolls his eyes. "Oh, my god. Are you gonna make me count? Okay, Rick. You win. I am counting. 3!"

"Please! Please! It can be me!"

"2!"

"Please, don't do-" Rick officially falls into full panic attack. Snot runs down his face, tears run down his face. His face is tomato red, and his breathin makes me feel like I couldn't breathe.

"Dad, just do it. Just do it." Carl says. Rick finally picks up the ax and I felt my heart drop. I felt the panic Rick felt by realizing he's actually about to chop his own sons arm off.

"This is it." Negan smiles.

"AAAHH!" Rick sobs hysterically as he raises the ax above his head. My heart pounded against my chest. I couldn't watch this. I squeezed my eyes shut and kept my head down. I knew the sounds of Carl and Rick screamin would forever be stuck in my head.

"Rick." I pick my head up and see Negan is kneeled down next to Rick. "You answer to me. You provide for me. You belong to me. Right?" Negan says. Rick continues breathing heavy and he doesn't say a word. "Speak when you're spoken to!" Negan roars and grabs Rick's face. "You answer to me. You provide for me."

"Provide for you."

"You belong to me, right?!" Negan growls.

"Right." Rick huffs out.

"Right." Negan smiles again. "That...is the look I wanted to see." He released Rick's face and stands up. "We did it. All of us, together...even the dead guys on the ground. Hell, they get the spirit award, for sure." Negan sighs. "Today was a productive damn day! Now, I hope, for all your sake...that you get it now...that you understand how things work. Things have changed. Whatever you had goin for you...that is over now. Ah. Dwight...load him up." I didn't realize Negan was talking about me until I felt rough hands pick me up. I immediately began fighting Dwight but with the bullet wound and how much blood I've lost, I wasn't winnin. Dwight shoves me in the back of the van and I spin around to find a way to escape. Instead, Dwight keeps my crossbow pointed at me. Seconds later, the doors shut. I turn around and tried to find a way how to get out or maybe even drive this damn thing off. But I could see the Saviors standing guard on each side of the doors. Even if I tried to cut the wires and start the van, those men will be on my ass faster than anything.

I suddenly hear Negan shout, "Welcome to a brand new beginning, you sorry shits!" I roll my eyes in annoyance and finally gave up. Dwight threw me the blanket so I decided to wrap it around me and lay myself down. I feel weak, tired, sore. I just wanna lay here and go to sleep. There ain't nothin I can do now. Negan's takin me with him. I probably won't see Rick or anyone ever again. I won't see B. Oh, B. What if she wakes up and realizes I'm not there waiting for her to wake up? What if she wakes up and Rick has to tell her I'm gone? Rick is gonna get me out, he's got to. And he don't, then it'll be up to me.

The van doors suddenly open and Dwight and another guy jump in. The engine starts and I could hear other vehicle engines startin up. Seconds later, we were off. I remained quiet and still. I couldn't move, I didn't want to move. This is the most pain I've ever been in and I've been in a lot of pain.

Super, super chapter, but I intentionally did that, don't think I didn't finish it and published, continue:))