"Are we ever going to talk about it?" Carol asked over the roar of Daryl's motorcycle, she held onto his waist for dear life as he rounded the corner.

"Talk about what?" Daryl asked tight-lipped.

"Merle." Carol breathed loud enough to be heard.

Everything about Daryl tensed, he shook his head firmly, "Nope."

"We need to."

"No, you need to," Daryl replied curtly, "You have this overbearin' need to comfort people, but some people don't wanna be comforted, alright? Let it be." He snapped.

"Had he turned? Did you have to, you know..."

"Don't do this Carol." Daryl warned.

She placed her cheek on his back as he slowed to a stop, "Is that a yes?" She asked softly.

Daryl angled his body slightly and cast a look over his shoulder, "It's a 'if you keep yappin' on about things that don't concern you, you can walk'." He stated bluntly.

"Why have we stopped?" She asked looking around her.

"If you're intent on chewin' my ear off then I thought I'd kick you off my bike." He quipped as he swung his legs off the side of the motorcycle, "Come on then."

"Where?"

Daryl nodded his head in the direction of a small bar and snooker club just ahead and smiled a crooked smile, "Fancy a drink?"

"I don't want a drink." Carol replied quietly.

"Well you can't stay out here while I'm in there." He responded grabbing his crossbow off the back of the bike, Carol clambered off and stood next to him. "Come on."

Carol followed him quietly as they made their way into the bar, "See anythin'?" She whispered just as Daryl fired his crossbow into the head of a male Walker, "Take that as a yes."

Daryl smirked and manoeuvred around randomly placed bar stools to get to the bar, "Sure you don't want one?" He asked cracking open a bottle of bud with his teeth.

"I'll pass," Carol mumbled casually stepping over the corpse of the man, "You shouldn't really, what with you drivin' and all."

"Yeah you're right, wouldn't wanna get pulled over."

"You know what I mean."

Daryl shrugged and chugged half of the alcohol from the bottle, "Just havin' one for the road. I'm takin' a bottle back for Glenn and Maggie's weddin'." He stated scouring the shelves for a bottle of 'the good stuff'; he located a bottle of expensive looking champagne and placed it on the bar. "They deserve a bit of normality."

"Oh," Carol replied, touched at the sentiment, "That's really thoughtful."

"That's me." Daryl shot back sarcastically, he made his way back over to her with the champagne in his right hand, "You ready?" He asked.

Carol nodded once, a trace of a smile still playing on her lips, "I'm ready."

They made their way back over to the bike, Daryl flooring a Walker with a single arrow to the head as they went, "The heats got 'em all riled up." He explained as they both climbed onto the motorcycle and started down the road back towards the prison.

"They're always this riled up," Carol observed, she wrapped her arms around Daryl's waist and pressed her cheek against his back, "Thank you."

"What for?"

"For letting me come with you." Carol replied with a smile, "I'm grateful even if you didn't open up to me."

"That ain't gonna happen." Daryl retorted.

"Yet."