This started out as a role play between myself (gunslingerdixon) and my Carol rp partner untapdtreasure (nolongeraxburden), and it was mutually decided upon to share with the rest of FF as a fanfiction. So here it is! Enjoy!

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Daryl:

Her wrist was pulled free of his grasp and her barked commands at him to continue pressing forward rung out loud amongst the guttural groans and moans of the walkers lurching for them. A heavy set walker with guts trailing behind it came barreling towards him and he quickly grabbed at its collar using the momentum to thrust it into another knocking the both of them down to the ground in a pile.

Hustling forward he kept his buck knife poised as he thrust his knife into another skull of a walker, sucking sound of brain matter pulling at his knife. Kicking the dead thing free of his blade, Daryl drew his bow and loosed an arrow at a walker further in the path of their headed destination. The bolt soared through the air, launching itself through the cheek of the walker; it's body sagging to the ground. Pulling an arrow free of the quiver he used it in the temple of another, hands outstretched as its fingers just brushing the scruff of his jaw.

They came in droves it seemed and he could feel the exhaustion beginning to settle in his bones. It felt like several long minutes that he'd been taking out walker after walker after walker. An endless clown car of them stumbling forth from the bathroom they'd been occupying the night before. Others from the thick brush of the woods.

As they got closer, Daryl hurried forward pulling the bolt free of the walker that had been in the trail they had taken earlier. Flicking the gore from the end of the bolt off, Daryl glanced over his shoulder shouting, "Carol! C'mon!" He could see her handling herself but they desperately couldn't linger any longer or they would be swarmed and there would be no way of them getting to the motorcycle in time.

It was like running a gauntlet if there ever was one. Ducking and slamming his knife through eye socket, temple, skull, and up through the jaw, splatters of congealed blood and matter covering him in a thick layer. His breaths coming out in heavy pants as the thrumming of his heart echoed loud in his ears as the adrenaline began coursing its way through his body. Daryl could feel the stickiness of sweat clinging to his body as he continued running through the forest, casting a glance back to ensure Carol was still following behind.

She was there.

The hard surface of asphalt greeted his hurried footfalls as the path became much more navigable. In the distance he could see his motorcycle. His pace quickened as he hurtled towards it pulling the keys from his pocket and climbing on, boot sweeping the kickstand up. "Hurry! Gotta go!" He hissed when he felt Carol sidle up behind him. Turning the ignition, he heard the thing grumble to life, but died all of a sudden. Immediately he began pumping at the pedal trying to kick start it, cranking the key to get it to turnover.

Sound of shuffling and moans growing increasingly louder as he persisted to get the damned thing going. At the last second, the engine came to life and immediately he dropped the gear out of neutral to first drawing in the throttle as the motorcycle began propelling itself forward. Giving it gas, he kicked up into 2nd gear and then quickly into 3rd as he picked up speed. Daryl's heart hammering itself against his chest loud in his ears suddenly died out with the loud growl of the motorcycle deafening. The sigh that escaped his lips lost as they barreled down the road.

Carol's POV:

Carol's eyes were everywhere at once. She made sure to keep Daryl in sight, never falling too far behind. Her heart was thundering in her ears. Her chest was on fire from breathing hard, but she couldn't stop. She refused to be the reason he didn't make it out of there. And truth be told, she didn't want to die. She wanted to go back to the prison and do whatever it took to make things right. Not that she ever could, but she had to try.

She tripped over her own foot, cursing herself softly as she did so, but she managed to right herself and keep going. She was only a few feet behind him, and she knew that she was going to make it so long as she didn't screw this up now. She saw him untangling the bike keys from his pocket and once she saw his leg being thrown over it, she knew they were home free.

That was all she needed to travel that last little bit and slide her leg over the back and move as close to him as she possibly could. Her arms went around his middle, holding on for dear life. There was no time to worry about making him uncomfortable with the contact. She'd just deal with that later. Right now, they just had to survive.

When the engine sparked to life then died again, she buried her face in his back and whispered a silent prayer to the God that she wasn't even sure if she still believed in or would even forgive her of her sins. Then the engine caught again and before she had time to whisper a thank you, the bike was eating up the ground in front of them. She tightened her grip, afraid that she'd slip and fall from the bike if she didn't.

The few weeks she'd rode on the back of the bike after the fall of the farm had taught her to expect the unexpected. She let out a shaky breath once they were clear of the walkers. She loosened her grip but only slightly. She moved her mouth to his ear. "My hero," she teased, trying to lessen the tension not only between them but because of the situation as well.

She shifted slightly, moving her hands from around his waist to the bars on the back. She didn't want to crowd him. He needed to be able to think, and she respected that. Even if she just wanted to rejoice in the moment that they were still alive. That they'd just escaped certain death and had lived to tell the tale.

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*Note: This is also not 100% written by myself. I owe a lot of credit to my wonderful partner as she is Carol and does a phenomenal job. Send her some love too at untapdtreasure here at FF!