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:

The scuffing of her boots along the pavement had his head snapping up to where she was coming from. Letting out a small sigh of relief, Daryl went back to resuming the last bit of siphoning he was doing. Most tanks he had come across had small dribbles of gas left over and even just a bit was good enough. More or less Daryl was just grateful that the motorcycle didn't require much gas, which made it exceptionally good on gas mileage.

Managing to snag a few more drops from out of the last tank he had been working on, he squinted a little from the harsh glare of day as Carol approached. "Did fine 'nough. You?" He asked but was greeted with the heavy sloshing of gas in the jug she lugged with her.

Nodding in approval Daryl removed his last bit of hoses and set them atop the trunk of the car. He paused a moment to assess whether he wanted to leave them elsewhere but figured maybe some other poor bastard that happened upon them would need them for their own future travels. Leaving them where they were, he took the jug of gas and made his way back to his motorcycle.

"Mos' likely," he muttered swatting at his own forearm when he felt the incessant buzzing of one of the gnats hovering about his skin. Beckoning for Carol to follow, he kept a steady pace, eyes and ears alert for any sudden noise.

Carefully he made his way over towards the motorcycle, unscrewing the cap to the gas tank setting the jug atop the seat. "C'mon, let's make this quick." Tilting the mouth of the jug nearest the lip of the tank, Daryl began to pour the gas, drawing it back when he felt he may spill what precious fuel they had. "Watch m'back."

Carol's POV:

"That's unspoken ain't it? I mean, at this point, you either trust me to do what I gotta do or you don't…" She was mostly ribbing him, trying to make light of their situation. She didn't like it anymore than he did, but she wasn't going to let it get the best of her either. She turned her back on him, making sure that nothing and no one was approaching from any direction. Her eyes squinted against the sunlight.

She just wanted the next leg of their journey to be over and done. She wanted the awkwardness that would sure follow when they drove through those prison gates. It weighed heavily on her mind that Rick had informed the others of what she had done. And if he hadn't, she had to make the decision to do so herself or let Daryl and the others bury it.

She still favored her knee as it was still throbbing some, but she could walk well enough and that was all that mattered to her. She let her head snap around at the sound of a twig snapping off to their left. She went instantly for the gun tucked into her pants and unsheathed the knife on her hip.

Her eyes scanned the treeline. When the undead didn't rush forth, she relaxed a bit. Probably another animal looking for something to eat. But she kept both the knife and gun ready. She couldn't take the chance and be caught off guard.

"How's it looking?" She moved to the opposite side of the motorcycle. "That'll get us back home, right?" She had hoped that it would. They were running out of places to check for gasoline. Pretty soon the supply runs would be pushed further out to scout territory that was miles from their home. They were just about tapping everything else out.

There was a snapping of another twig, and her head whipped around just as a lone walker stumbled free from the brush that had been holding him in place. Or what was left of him. "I got him." She stepped quickly, moving her arm up swiftly and taking the walker out with one blow. She felt the blood splatter against her face. The smell just about turned her stomach. She guessed that was something that she would never get used to no matter what. She rolled the body away from her before quickly making her way back to Daryl and the bike.

She tapped her foot impatiently. She hoped they were almost done here. She didn't like sitting still for very long out in the open.

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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!