"We did it?" Beth asked in happy surprise. She was honestly, relieved, when she heard Sasha over the radio. Daryl nodded and replied to the aforementioned woman over the walkie.

"Try to keep up," he said. The bike sped up and Beth gripped tighter onto Daryl's middle.

Before they knew it, bullets were flying all around them. Beth ducked down, getting as close to Daryl as she possibly could. She felt a slight burn in her arm; however, she didn't have time to react to it. The bike―and both Daryl and Beth, slid across the ground. Now, her leg burned too. She winced in pain as Daryl stood up and offered her a hand.

"Ya a'right?" he asked. Beth nodded and they sped off on the bike once more. One of the two cars that had been chasing them crashed, while the other stayed on their tail. Daryl had lost sight of Sasha and Abraham, but he had to just hope they were okay. He had to worry about himself and Beth right now. He got ahead of the last car to follow them and pulled off into the woods. The car passed and he went across the road and into the other side of the woods. The path was mostly clear as they drove.

The bike slowly died on them, it tipped over, taking both of them with it. Daryl landed on his back and Beth landed on his arm. He winced slightly, but didn't move. The two lay there, even after noticing the crispy walker in the biker helmet. They disregarded it and tried to let their heartbeats calm down from the craziness.

"Were ya hit?" he asked, looking at her after noticing the crimson coloured liquid coming from her arm that was right next to hers.

"It's fine," she said, standing. He too stood and he started to grab her arm to examine it, but she pulled away. "I said it's fine. We've gotta get back to Alexandria. Or find Sasha and Abraham. My stupid arm can wait," she said. She started to lift the bike herself. He admired her determination and drive. She was a stubborn little thing and she didn't give up.

He helped her with the bike and together the pushed it through the forest. Everything around them was burnt. It looked like a fire had come through here and taken everything with it in its path. "Hol' up," he said. They set the bike down and he grabbed the walkie from where it was attached to his jacket. "Sasha, Abraham, you there?" he asked into the walkie. They got nothing. Daryl then noticed the blood dripping from his hand. He took off his jacket and found a wound on his arm. It matched Beth's. The same bullet probably grazed the both of them. He grabbed the saddle bag from his bike, along with his crossbow. He was ready to patch both of them up, when he heard a noise.

"Stay 'ere," he said.

"I'm not staying behind. We're in this together," she replied. Sighing, he led the way. He had his crossbow aimed and it was pointed to two women. When he turned to find another noise, he received a quick blow to the head, as did Beth, rendering them both unconscious.

Beth was out without a single chance of waking, while Daryl was in and out. When he finally woke, his hands were bound and there was a stranger facing him.

"Get up," he commanded. "We're moving. Keep your trap shut and we don't kill you." Daryl's immediate reaction was to look over at Beth. She was still out like a light. He knew it was the next day by now. Shit.

"I ain't who ya think," Daryl said, assuming that the man thought he was part of the group who had shot at him just that day. "An' what 'bout her?"

"Say somethin' else," he warned. "As for the girl, either carry her, or she stays behind," he said, tone emotionless. Daryl did the only thing he could. He picked her up―given that his hands were bound, he put her over his shoulder. It was the only option. It was a good thing that Beth was light. He felt weak and he wouldn't be able to carry her if she weighed much more.

Daryl began walking behind the two women as he carried Beth. They went through the woods towards somewhere that he didn't know. He was in survival mode, trying to come up with a plan. His plans would work out much easier if Beth were awake right now. He couldn't do much while carrying her.

Beth's eyes opened to find Daryl's butt rather close to her face. She smiled a little, but that was until she realised what had happened. "Daryl?" she called quietly. The man behind them rose his gun right away.

"Put her down," he commanded. Daryl gently placed Beth on the ground and she looked at him with big, blue, worried eyes.

"He already knows how it works. You don't speak, we don't kill you," he stated.

They continued through the woods for what seemed like a long while. Daryl tried to explain about Alexandria, but they weren't having any of it. Claiming that he would tell them anything because he and Beth were alone and all they wanted was to save their own lives.

Beth gave Daryl a sad look. She felt like any kind of future she wanted with him was slipping through her fingers. They could die out here. A sickening feeling in her gut made her fear that they were going to die. What if they died? She would never get to have their babies. The tears fell down her cheeks and Daryl gave her a sideways glance with a look of question on his face. She gave him a nervous smile before sniffling. She mouthed that she would be okay―and she hoped that she would be.

AN: WOW! You guys really came through with the reviews! Thank you so much! We hit 100! I'd like to keep this momentum going! I'd love to see just how many we can get. This is probably the most reviews that I have ever consistently received for a story! Keep the reviews going and I'll keep the chapters coming :)

I work all this weekend (and Monday), perhaps I could post something more tomorrow, we'll see how it goes ;)