Well, here it is! My first multi-chapter story! I'm very excited about this, because it seems that no one has done a crossover between Walking Dead and Burn Notice! I know it seems unlikely, but that's what fanfiction is for, right? So read on and enjoy the first chapter of Days Gone Bye!

Disclaimer: Not mine!

It all began quietly enough. A weird news report here, a random attack there. It wasn't until Michael Westen witnessed one of those attacks firsthand that he knew something was terribly wrong. And by then, it was too late. He barely managed to escape Miami with his mother, his girlfriend, his best friend, and a young spy he had managed to burn nearly two years prior.

They were just out of the city when the bombs began to fall. None of them wanted to believe what was happening, but it was happening and they were powerless to stop it. Unlike everything else they had come up against in the past, this couldn't be defeated so easily, if at all.

Now, as they drove over the Florida-Georgia line in his Charger, Michael took a moment to look at Fiona. She was in the passenger seat, tensed up but with her slim hand resting on his leg. His mom was in the backseat, and close behind them, Sam and Jesse were driving Fiona's beloved car. They had packed as much supplies as they possibly could in the limited amount they had. If it hadn't been so terrifying, Michael might have laughed. He was packing guns and food, and Fiona was packing her C-4, pictures, shoes and snow globes. But did he expect any less from her, even as they faced the possible end of the world as they knew it?

As they entered Georgia, Fiona looked at Michael, her mouth drawn and her normally fiery eyes brimming with fear.

"What the hell is happening, Michael?"

From the backseat, Madeline let out a soft groan.

Michael locked eyes with the woman he loved more than life itself.

"I don't know, Fi. But we're going to be okay. I swear."

"Where are you, Daryl?"

Carol looked out through the chain link fence, her stomach in knots as it had been since she'd last seen Daryl. Not even a full day had passed since he had discovered her where she had collapsed in a dark closet after witnessing T-Dog sacrifice himself for her, and she felt herself shiver. The look on his face had been indescribable as he slid his arms underneath her legs and held her to his chest like she was made of the most fragile porcelain. She had let her head rest against his broad chest as he carried her with ease back to their area of the prison.

Now she was already back on her feet, despite Hershel's cautions to take it easy. She wouldn't be able to truly relax until Daryl came sauntering up to the gate and she could lay eyes on him and know he was safe.

Her fingers went through the chain link fence, and she could almost hear Daryl's voice cussing at her, telling her how stupid the move was. If he was there right then, he would have swatted at her hands and given her that glare she was so familiar with.

A tear slid down her cheek, quickly followed by another as she pulled her hands away from the fence and let them fall to her side. She would have given anything to hear his voice again, to be able to have him standing there beside her with that constant scowl hiding his true feelings away from this cruel new world.

The sound of crunching leaves and twigs brought her out of her thoughts. Her slim hand automatically went to the knife at her side, the one Daryl had given her some months ago. Michone was up in the guard tower, and Glenn and Rick were undoubtedly patrolling the prison grounds. If a walker was approaching, she could dispatch of it quickly, no doubt.

Her eyes squinted as two figures slowly emerged from the brush. One staggered awkwardly while dragging its companion in a painfully slow manner.

Walkers didn't drag other…

She was running to the gate before her brain fully comprehended what she was doing. "Rick, Glenn!" Her voice, still hoarse from disuse, carried well enough because she could hear Rick shout to Glenn and Glenn yell his response. Her hand sheathed her knife as she tore toward the gate. The figures were closer, and she could make out Merle Dixon's face. That meant Daryl was…

A surge of bile crept up on her throat as she skidded to a stop in front of the gate. Glenn and Rick were close behind her as she unlocked the gate and flung it open long enough for Merle to drag Daryl through. Once they were safely inside, Carol quickly locked the gate again before she spun around and charged toward Merle and Daryl.

The older Dixon, clearly exhausted, dropped his brother to the ground and wiped the sweat off his brow.

"What happened?" Rick demanded. Glenn, obviously not having forgotten his encounter with Merle, pulled out his own weapon and took aim.

There was a commotion at the entrance to the prison as Maggie and Beth flew out to see what was happening. Hershel hobbled out behind them, followed by Carl who was carrying his newborn sister.

Casting a dirty look at Merle, Carol crouched down beside Daryl and gasped as she was faced with countless cuts and bruises. Daryl's face was pale and drawn as well as bruised. Someone had beaten the hell out of him, or worse. Muttering softly to him, Carol began checking his visible skin for any bite marks or scratches.

Please, God, don't let him be bit…

"What happened?" Rick repeated roughly, staring down Merle.

"Damn Governor," Merle finally muttered. "Made us fight, then let a bunch of damn walkers loose on us."

"He can't stay," Glenn hissed, keeping his gun trained on Merle.

Rick held up a hand, silencing Glenn. "Were you followed?"

A cold smirk appeared on Merle's face. "I burned the fuckin' town down. No one left to follow."

Carol didn't know whether to be sick or glad. No one would be tracking them down to kill them. Carl and Judith were safe. Her eyes strayed over Daryl's bruised face. Daryl was safe.

"I don't care what he did. He let a walker loose on me! His boss almost raped Maggie! Rick, he can't stay."

"Glenn, calm down." Rick looked down at Daryl's unconscious body. "We can lock him up with Axel. We'll take away that knife and any other weapons he has."

That seemed to mollify Glenn, but Merle sulked.

"We have to get Daryl inside," Carol declared, startling the three men standing over her. "Hershel needs to look him over."

Merle knelt down awkwardly and slid his hand underneath his younger brother. "I'll get him."

"No," Rick said firmly. "I'll take him inside. You take off that knife before you even think about coming in with us."

With a swear, Merle removed the knife, leaving his stump exposed. "There. Can I go in now? Pretty please?"

"Follow Glenn."

Glenn narrowed his eyes but reluctantly showed Merle into the prison. Once they were gone, Rick dropped down beside Carol and eased his hands under Daryl.

"Be careful with him." The words flew out of Carol's mouth before she could stop them.

Rick just smiled. "Don't worry, Carol. I will." He eased back to a standing position, pulling Daryl's unconscious body with him.

Carol walked alongside Rick and Daryl. Halfway up to the prison's entrance, Daryl stirred and began muttering incoherently. Carol reached out and gently touched his bicep, the only part of him that didn't seem to be too terribly bruised.

"Everything is going to be okay now, Daryl. You're safe."

But how safe were they ever really?

To Be Continued...

A/N: Ooh, go Carol! I like how badass she's gotten this season (Daryl must be rubbing off on her) and I love hurt/comfort, so there will be tons of that. Burn Notice and Walking Dead are both epic shows, and I cannot wait to show the different interactions between these awesome characters. Thanks so much for reading, and please review!