Scene after scene flew around them as they rode on his motorcycle.

It was a beautiful Sunday. The weather was perfect. It was not too cold, and not too warm. It was just perfect, and Beth and Daryl Dixon were on a date. Their first date in a couple of months after her coma, as a matter of fact.

The past couple of months had been trying times for the Dixons. Those three months she slept in a hospital bed, after a drunk driver slammed into her car when she was going home from work, were the worst for Daryl Dixon. To put it in easy terms, Daryl was out of commission as soon as he heard his wife had been in an accident. He barely ate. He barely slept. He failed in every way to take care of himself since he was too preoccupied of taking care of his beloved wife. There was not a day he did not brought fresh flowers for her, and stayed by her bedside until the late hours of the night until she woke up. That day had been the best the day of his life by far.

This Sunday though, was fighting to be one of his most anxious days. He was reluctant to take Beth out on a ride on the "death machine" as he like to call all cars and bikes now. The fear, and memories of Beth lying comatose were still to fresh on his mind, he did not want to take her out.

However, Beth insisted.

His bike was rusting in the garage, and she did not want to be afraid of living now. She did not want to be afraid of getting on another "death machine." She wanted to live. She wanted them to live.

She told him they could not live like that: afraid of death. He told her did not care; she was not the one who had to see her in a coma. She argued that they needed to live. They had to, because they were lucky; not everyone woke up from a coma. He relented at that, but was not significantly convinced. However, he made her promises when she was asleep, promises that she heard, and he would never take back. He loved her too much to do that. He loved her too much that he would do anything she told him to do, anyone told him to do for that matter, to keep her by his side.

So scene after scene they drove by until they arrived to where they first met; a park in Senoia, Georgia where she was walking her dog, and he was just walking trying to refresh his mind.

He packed a picnic that morning which consisted of all her favorite food. There was mac and cheese, turkey subs, apples, and brownies. To drink he packed freshly squeezed lemonade, and as they sat in their blanket staring, smiling, and loving each other they could not help but be grateful.

They had the chance to be where they were that day. She woke up, and he never got to live a day without her by his side. They were happy, and living, and looking forward their future together because they almost lost it and nothing was more heartbreaking to them than that.