𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝗼𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧

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Narrative

Getting to the car they were going to take, Daryl lifts the hood up. Rory takes his vest, wrapping it around shoulders. She watches as Michonne comes up with her pack and a gun.

"Son of a bitch is about a quart low." He says, looking at the oil stick.

"You still keep it in the bottoms of tower three?" Michonne asks. Daryl nods.

"I'll go get one." Michonne starts to walk away.

"Hey!" He stops her, Rory furrows her brows. "I'm glad you're here."

"Where else would I be?"

"Running off." Rory frowns at the man.

"You know I'm not running off." He nods slightly.

"So it's just gonna be me and you, like in the old days?"

"I'm going too." Rory says softly.

"Yeah, and Bob. Still feels like we could use another person."

"Well, who else isn't sick?" Rory asks.

"We don't ask Rick. He wants to stay here, make sure Carl and the little ones are ok. Plus there's plenty of stuff he could do here."

"So who else we got?" He asks.

"Tyreese."

"Everything look alright?" Rory frowns as Daryl takes back it leather vest.

"Yeah." He responds to Bob. "Zack kept. This thing running pretty good." She went over to the passenger side, it would be Michonne, her, and Daryl sitting in the front as of now.

That is if Tyreese decided to go.

"This is Zack's car?"

"Yeah, fastest one we got."

"You ok?" Rory asks, seeing how Bobs face has dropping.

"You really want me coming along?" Daryl takes out a note from his pocket, showing it to Bob.

"What's that word?"

"Zanamivir."

"Yup, we need you." Rory sighs, getting into the passenger seat. She smiles, watching as Tyreese walks up to the group.

"What's up?"

"Still got room for one more?"

"Hell, yeah." Rory giggles a little at Daryl. She just found random things he did funny. She lifted up the center console, scooting over.

Rory smiled as Daryl got into the drivers seat, he placed his crossbow on her lap. She took his hand into hers.

"My lips are so chapped." She whined, looking into the review mirror. She picked at the dry skin.