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:
He sighed as he went to fill his tank up with what little gas they could muster. It was a decent amount for what they were scrounging up and enough that they could make it to the prison and back again if need be. It was a relief and then some when they had come across the gas to begin with. Daryl hadn't been wagering to find anything— not really. Maybe a few drops. Maybe just enough to get on by down the highway for another 20 minutes, but they had got lucky.
But Daryl knew that with any sort of luck it eventually just ran out.
He didn't answer to her teasing. Simply continued on with the task at hand. Couldn't afford to spill what precious fuel they had found. Something like this was always something worth battering for. Sometimes people found it worth dying for if found by the wrong sort and again, so far, they were lucky in that regard. Survivors were not plentiful. Scarce as they were it did not rule out how dangerous they could be at times.
At the sudden question posed to him, Daryl paused in his task and looked up at Carol. Gave her a nod and resumed pouring the last bit of fuel from the canister. "Jus' 'bout ready," he muttered low tipping the nozzle up so he could drain every last bit of gasoline. In the back of his mind he could hear Merle muttering to him to take every last little drop. It would be a long while before they found more lest he leave the motorcycle behind. There was a sudden churning in his stomach and it bothered him that that could ever be an option. This was all he had left of his brother and it was something that they had both worked on together when they were young.
It was the snarl and hiss of a walker that came lumbering out of the thick brush nearby that snapped him back from his inner musings. Daryl felt a sudden rush of urgency sweep over him when he saw it shambling forth. Carol seemed to be unfazed as she made her way over and slipped her knife into its skull. He didn't pay much more attention to her actions after that until the footfalls of her boots echoed in his direction and the not so subtle tap of them against the asphalt.
"Hold yer horses," he hissed angling his head over his shoulder to shoot her a terse look. Her fidgeting hadn't gone unnoticed and it was slowly getting on his nerves.
When he had about finished, Daryl shook the can hearing nothing but emptiness and set it down climbing onto the seat of the motorcycle. "Well git on." He replied thickly turning the key in the ignition. The engine roared to life and his foot swiftly threw up the kickstand waiting for Carol to clamber on. He could feel the bike lurch forward a bit, quickly letting off on the throttle and letting it idle in neutral a moment longer before kicking it up into first as they began to putter on down the road.
Carol's POV:
Carol had seen the look in his eyes. She'd known that her constant kidding around and then her impatience was wearing on his already frazzled nerves. She made herself as still as she could until he finished his task. When he climbed onto the bike, she was quick to follow suit and was halfway on when he started to nag at her about hurrying up. She gripped hips for a second as she got her ass planted in the right position then she slid closer to him.
Then her arms went around his waist, not giving a damn if he was uncomfortable with her doing so or not. She needed the comfort of being close to another human. And she didn't give a damn if he was a willing participant or not. She was about to enter the lion's den, and this might be her last chance at getting any sort of comfort. Even if it was one-sided.
She laid her cheek against his back, keeping the wind out of her face. She swallowed back the lump that was forming in her throat. It was pointless to even try and talk over the wind. And it was distracting for him as well, and she knew that it wasn't what he liked. So she kept it inside.
She couldn't stop the shivering though. It wasn't her fault. Her nerves were getting the better of her, and she felt that she might lose it. She tried to push it down and remain strong. He had done so much for her, and here she was was acting like this? She closed her eyes tight, begging herself to get a grip.
Finally, the nerves were just too much. They were at least over half way back to the prison at this point. She lifted her head, putting her mouth close to his ear. "Please pull over. Stop. I'm going to be sick." Her stomach lurched then, threatening to betray her and be sick all over the back of him.
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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!