Prompt: Beth's first time riding Daryl's motorcycle.
Ride
She blushed as he slid onto the bike behind her, his chest against her back and his arms came up so his hands could wrap his arms around her, taking the handlebars into his hands. "Ready?" he whispered into her ear. Beth nodded her head slowly and gasped when he started the bike. She felt it roar to life under her and she reached out, holding onto his hands. She heard him chuckle in her ear above the engine as he slowly pulled away and headed for the gates. Carol and Michonne let them out and as soon as they were clear he sped up, kicking up dust and gravel behind them.
Beth relaxed back against his chest, loving the way the wind wrapped around them, blowing her hair around his chest as they drove. She closed her eyes and she swore it was just like she was flying. Everything faded away in that moment. She was free, alive, and flying down the road. She felt like she could go anywhere she wanted. She felt one of Daryl's arms leave the handle bars and warp around her waist, pulling her hips tighter against his before replacing his hand. She looked back at him. He just shook his head and kissed her before looking back at the road they were flying down.
Now she knew why Daryl rode the death trap. It was freeing, exhilarating, and more than fun. She smiled, watching the road, looking at where he took her. She could get addicted to this.