#carol peletier bitches

[thebookofcarol]

I NEVER EVER stopped trying to get home TO YOU.

this is my 13th reason why... 😭 i seriously need someone to be this platonically romantic with me! cause i cannot deal with the way Daryl looks into the eyes of the only woman he said those 3 words, 8 letters too, and says this. it's beautiful...❣️

[lab-gr0wn-lambs]

Shit, if Daryl don't want her I volunteer

[youmakethelight]

Not to be a downer, but the spin-off era has been so weird.

I waited since season 1 of twd to know where these helicopters were coming from, and then they make TOWL "an epic love story". .. why? Nothing against rick and michonne being in love, but.. I didn't need that. It just seems like such a weird decision.

And then dead city.. idk, again, just.. why? I'm so through watching maggie be miserable bc negan is in her breathing space. It's actually boring. Slow-burn will-they-won't-they, but it's about whether she'll forgive a man for gleefully murdering her husband with a baseball bat? Ok. I'm just not invested, sorry, lol.

And then they turn the Carol and Daryl spin-off into.. solo superhero man dresses like a European apocalypse model and everyone loves him.

What is going on.

[ghost-bison]

as a french person the main baddie in the daryl dixon spinoff is so cringe man. the pinnacle of cringe

[my-mt-heart]

First of all, thank you for being always so insightful and open to discussion with anyone! You're one of the few I genuinely rely on when I need to talk and share ideas/doubts. I was thinking about the whole marketing discourse. Let's be clear, amc sucks at that, it did with all the spin-offs (which I only recently found out are more than 20???) and surprisingly with the three main ones as well because everything they did wasn't certainly enough compared to other networks. Amc has always done the bare minimum and every info about the richonne/negan&maggie spinoffs that reached me was mostly because of their fans. Yes they got promos and interviews (I think Dead City/Lauren&JDM even did more interviews than Andrew & Danai) but from my point of view their fandoms did most of the job. I don't even follow any of them but I used to have my twitter timeline full of their posts every single day, at any time. I remember they used to bomb any inch of their spaces with videos, speculations, headcanons, fanarts, endless convos and all that, which I think contributed to attract a lot of curiosity out of their fandom and it worked!!! I kept seeing so many tweets full of replies and theories and hype that I had to go on a mute spree because I couldn't take it anymore. Now my point is... why don't we do the same thing?? We as a fandom can do a lot to create hype and the target people (those who have stopped watching the show after negan showed up or so) would follow us because enthusiasm is what attracts the old fans who gave up. That's the real deal! We are!! TWD main accs would ultimately follow the flow, but we really... REALLY need to start it. Dead City next seasons (that'll air in 2025) is already being promoted and the fans are already talking about it, richonne fans are still being loud and lit like if their show were still on.... why can't we do the same? We constantly complain about Amc not being there for us but the first ones that should are... US. We need to be present and make noise and above all enthusiast!

You don't need to convince me that rallying works. Melissa wouldn't have had the option to come back if it weren't for all the noise her fans made. No one she worked with was offering her the support she deserved, so we had to do it.

With TBOC's promotion, it's a catch 22. Caryl definitely sells. Their fans can definitely build hype, and AMC can definitely save their money, but it's still their responsibility to release content that'll kick the target audience into high gear so that they stay motivated to post, speculate, make posters, and all the things, which would then reel in the Carylers who left at one point or another, which would then get the attention of the GA, and so on and so forth.

What they're doing instead is splintering what should be a reliable viewership. Norman's buzz words, reposts of fanart, and photos of Melissa/Carol just existing are hyping some of us while others are scratching their heads at why Carol is reduced to a subtitle, why the teasers are shipbaiting Daryl with a nun, and why two. fucking. years later we're still hearing about showrunners getting fired and Melissa being left out of S1 because she wasn't important enough. I would love to be enthusiastic enough to do the heavy-lifting, but if that's what's being asked of me, why do I need to get punched in the face first? How do I go about promoting a Daryl and Carol show if I can't even tell if that's what I'm really getting? Why aren't they leaning into what all Carylers love about their relationship? Why aren't they capitalizing on Caryl's/McReedus' chemistry? And if all of that is what half of Carylers who have stayed this long are feeling as well, the chances of getting lost Carylers to come back are slim, the GA/new viewers won't see the buzz, and supplementing with viewers who hate Cary/Carol won't work either because they aren't going to be in it for the long haul.

So again, if AMC wants my help, then I want them to motivate me. Tribeca will be...interesting? Because on one hand, the McReedus panel could be very reassuring, but 201 spoilers that will inevitably leak could be polarizing again depending on what Zabel and Nicotero did with it, and if that happens, well, I wish AMC luck trying to promote the rest of the season.

Thanks for reaching out. Sorry this probably isn't the answer you were looking for.

[thewalkingdeadband]

Maybe Lennie said no more morgan and things like i dont see any more stories for him at the moment because he actually reunites with everyone aka team family at the end of season 8 with another time jump

[insufferablemonsters]

𝔡𝔞𝔯𝔶𝔩 𝔡𝔦𝔵𝔬𝔫 & 𝔠𝔞𝔯𝔬𝔩 𝔭𝔢𝔩𝔢𝔱𝔦𝔢𝔯 - 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔲𝔢𝔡 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 @wexarethewalkingxdead.

daryl  was  glad  to  be  on  this  expedition  alongside  carol.  he  was  extremely  concerned  for  michonne's  safety  and  whereabouts.  she  hadn't  been  gone  this  long  before  and,  even  when  she  was,  she  still  would  return  here  and  there  to  inform  them  of  her  findings.  with  rick  gone  and  now  michonne  blindly  looking  for  him,  he  needed  to  find  her  and  bring  her  back  home.  judith  needed  her,  the  community  did,  he  did  ...  she  was  his  best  friend,  following  carol,  of  course.  he  couldn't  imagine  doing  this  with  anyone  else.  if  it  wasn't  with  her,  he  would've  settled  for  doing  this  by  himself. he  nodded  once,  ❛  safer  up  there,  higher  up  ❜  he  told  her,  looking  up  briefly  and  then  back  at  her.  he  shook  his  head  a  bit  in  response,  ❛  we'll  come  back  fer  the  rest  ❜  he  agreed.  he  left  the  rest  of  their  supplies  in  the  office  of  the  abandoned  motel  and  only  took  the  bag  that  was  hung  on  his  back,  wielding  his  crossbow  in  his  hands.  he  wouldn't  place  it  down  until  he  was  completely  sure  there  wasn't  any  walkers  roaming  in  this  building  or  any  dangerous  humans  waiting  to  mug  and  kill  others  when  they  entered  this  place.  he  nodded  and  followed  in  suit,  taking  the  stairs  behind  carol,  but  his  steps  were  slow  and  easy,  quiet  enough  to  make  sure  they  weren't  creaking  the  wooden  panels  that  barely  upheld  this  place.  ❛  careful  now  ❜  he  stated  when  she  unbolted  both  entrances  and  handed  him  back  the  tools.  he  placed  them  into  his  back  pocket.  he  pointed  with  his  bow  up  the  stairs,  ❛  quiet  ...  ❜  he  warned  in  a  hushed  tone,  wanting  her  to  be  as  careful  as  possible.  he  didn't  want  any  surprise  attacks.

[my-mt-heart]

💯💯💯😩😩😩😞😞😞

P.S. If Zabel’s ideas are so “fresh,” why did everyone and their dog compare S1 to TLOU? 😭😭😭

All the men involved need to pipe down about what happened to Melissa / Carol. Stop trying to explain it, justify it, make it okay. What happened will never be okay and they’d be wise not to bring up the topic at all. All the contradictory stories make them look guilty. We’ve heard it all. We’re still not happy with what happened. We’re sick of hearing about it.

[cultofdixon]

Chaos in Threes

Daryl Dixon [ROMANTIC] | Carol Peletier [PLATONIC] • They/Them Pronouns • You three have always been inseparable since you’ve proven to the world you work better together. You, Daryl, and Carol. But there are always those chaotic moments and hidden matchmaking • ANGST/SFW • TW: Injuries / Scars / Anxiety / PTSD / Nightmares

Requested by: Anon

Chaos kind of follows these three…let’s just say. You fuck with one of them? The other two are hunting your ass down.

For example.

“Well well well…coming for your mans?” Negan smirks when he spotted Y/N trying to sneak into the Sanctuary. Or more so his saviors caught them.

“Nah. I’m actually here for a bite”

“A bite?” Negan looks at them confused before watching Y/N full on bite down on Simon’s hand, hard enough to draw blood. “HOLY FUCKING SHIT”

“YOU SON OF A—-“ Simon tried to pull them off but they weren’t budging and it took the other one knocking them out in order for them to release. “SINCE WHEN IS IT OKAY TO FUCKING BITE PEOPLE?!”

Another example

Noah had cornered Y/N aiming his gun at their head to get them to fall to their knees and surrender. He was just a kid he wasn’t going to do anything. He wanted to save his friend from the hell hospital and needed their weapon. Clearly he didn’t communicate that.

Or the crossbow aimed at the back of his head and pistol pressed into his back wouldn’t be currently happening.

“Wanna see what happens when you take them out?” Carol whispers to Noah as he instantly lowers his gun raising his hands.

“That’s what I thought” Daryl scoffs pushing past the two to help Y/N to their feet as they immediately went back down when they spotted a pack of cigarettes in a dead person’s grasp. “Score”

“Son of a bitch won’t be using ‘em.” Y/N laughs taking out a cig for them. “‘Sides. After that moment, I could use one”

We’ve got more examples

Y/N currently had the Kingdom solider in a headlock as their angry grumbling sounded like an angry raccoon trying to get out of a trash can. He tried to tap out but given Daryl’s slightly amused look when he knelt besides the two. He wasn’t going to tell them to stop until the son of a bitch learns his lesson after threatening to give Carol up.

“You look like yer about to pass out Y/N”

“He’s elbowing my lungs.”

“Then let go”

“Fine. But if he tries to hurt our girl, can I set him on fire?”

“You can’t just commit arson like that” Daryl laughs watching them release the guy as he moves away enough for space and to fall into a coughing fit.

“But come on! It’s the goddamn end of the world. Since when do the laws apply?” Y/N states watching Daryl’s face turn into one like he was about to protest but then it lead to confusion. He had to really think about it.

They would do anything for the other in their trio. Even if things changed and life is different.

~

Y/N sat on the steps of the Grimes residence waiting for Daryl to finish checking the oil to their truck so that they can pick up Carol at the Kingdom and go on a run just the three of them.

“Yknow. We can leave their place, take up one of the townhouse apartments” Daryl brought up the option randomly as both he and Y/N were still holding up in Rick and Michonne’s place ever since they first arrived at Alexandria.

“Askin’ for me to move in with yeah?” Y/N smiles feeling a bit of warmth in their chest liking the idea as the tips of Daryl’s ears turned a bright red that they couldn’t tell with his hair in the way.

“Why not” He closes the hood turning toward Y/N while he wiped the grime off his hands.

“Hey I’m not objecting. I should just say a straight yes next time” Y/N smiles rising to their feet picking up their bag along the way.

Daryl took their bag tossing it into the back when he noticed the mattress in the bed of the truck. “You sleep in your truck?”

“If I doze off” Y/N looked into the bed putting their bow in the trunk looking at Daryl being met with a confused look. “I got tired of laying on metal to stargaze at night so I asked Rick if I can take one of the mattresses in the unoccupied houses and he said sure”

“Until we recruit more people”

“Hey don’t rain on my parade or I ain’t movin’ in with yea” Y/N jokes even if Daryl’s mind ran for miles when they said such.

The first few miles was a breeze and Daryl found himself going through Y/N’s cassette collection that they’ve started at the prison. It was one of the few things of theirs that survived.

“Are you actually going to pick one or complain about the one I pick?” Y/N laughs slightly hearing Daryl grumble a bit in response before taking out a mixtape out of the mix and putting it in.

“Carol is better at picking this shit”

“Cuz she has taste” They state turning on the stereo for them to listen to what Daryl picked and it sounded like they were in a biker bar. “That’s uncanny.”

“I think this was the song playing when Merle beat up the bartender” Daryl says out of the blue as Y/N really wanted to question why ‘Bat Out of Hell’ by a band called Meat Loaf would be the right song for Merle violence. But the two were listening to the song that reminded him of his brother. Neither of them said anything.

Until Daryl ejected the cassette.

“I’d rather listen to the musical shit than this”

“I mean you want—-“

“Fuck no”

Y/N snickered to themselves before stopping at the stop sign and going into the metal box to get their go to driving cassette.

“Since when do yea obey the traffic laws?”

“…since always?”

“There ain’t no cops around”

“Ricks a cop”

“I-…Yeah”

“‘Sides. When a deer tried to outrun me, I blew through a few stop signs and ran over a raccoon” Y/N randomly states catching a confused look from Daryl. “What? I got the deer”

“Did yea even notice it was a raccoon you ran over?”

“Why?”

“Could’ve been a person”

“A person doesn’t explode like that” Y/N scoffs turning their music down a bit once they got closer to the Kingdom. “Get her attention”

Daryl took his radio out of his pack and went to chime in for Carol, but next thing to happen was Y/N pressing hard on the horn. Killing walkers drawn by it won’t be difficult. Apologizing to the gate guards, maybe.

“Jesus fucking Christ I’m coming!” Carol yells over the hand radio as Y/N takes it from Daryl.

“Would you rather have me stand on top of the truck with the music blasting and have you pretend it’s a boombox above my head?”

Silence was met. Until a buzz.

“Always”

Y/N turned the music up on their truck before putting the emergency break on and getting out. Next they climbed to the top of their truck which was easy with their window open. As the car shook, so did Daryl’s anxiety.

“If they fall off I’m punching you Carol”

“They actually fucking did it?!”

Her response was right as she stepped outside the gates to find one of her two best friends on top of their truck with their arms up.

“You pretending to hold a boombox?”

“Yeah but I’m also getting tired” Y/N swung their arms down a bit quick as they stepped back and immediately fell into the bed of their truck.

Carol quickly ran over while Daryl in a panic had gotten out the second the truck shifted with the thud and checked with her.

“You’re a fucking idiot”

“You alright?”

Two different sides. Y/N thought followed by a painful laugh. “Least I didn’t land on my bow…or my bag”

“What you’ve got bricks in there?!”

“Nah, just a scotch bottle I’m saving for a special occasion”

“Is a special occasion you almost dying in your own truck? Cuz I sure as hell could use a drink already” Carol scoffs setting her bag and own bow in the trunk before taking the drivers seat hoping speeding through a few streets would distract her. Besides putting one of her go-to cassettes in.

The three usually drive for hours, scavenging a few familiar places and siphoning gas from a few cars. One incident of Y/N beating a tipped over vending machine with a rock until it cracked open. Carol documenting the scene with the Polaroid camera and Daryl trying not to laugh at their struggle.

Once they found a small area to make camp, Carol and Daryl hung out by the fire while Y/N organized their findings so far in their truck. He fiddles with the fork in between his fingers staring down at the can of beans they found while watching Y/N’s every move. How careful they are…how gentle their hands were with the more delicate items…his mind was lost in their every move. He didn’t even notice Carol leaning into his personal space to state the obvious—

“If you love them why haven’t you said anything?” She said at a normal level which triggered Daryl to cover her mouth causing her to smack him to stop. “What? they are just as clueless as you!”

“Don’t mean yea say it out loud!”

“Maybe doing so would finally have the two of you doing somethin’”

Y/N turned toward the two once they finished what they were doing, seeing them bicker. They removed their headphones to listen given their attention hasn’t been noticed yet.

“You like them! Just fucking say somethin’”

“What if they don’t feel the same way?!”

Kind of hard not to Y/N thought feeling the heat flood their face as they sat on the open door knowing the sudden shame of their truck would make enough noise to catch them off guard. But they were quick to collect themselves. “What are you two arguing about?”

They couldn’t help the laugh that build up inside them and failed to stay when they watched both scramble.

“Nothin’ important”

“Oh it was important. He’s just a dumbass”

“Oh…so. Business as usual?” Y/N smirks watching Daryl’s expression go toward more of anger as Carol dies laughing.

Next course for the night was sleeping, Carol took inside the truck on the seats while the two took what’s left of the mattress next to their findings. Neither of them could sleep right away.

“Can I ask a dumb question?”

“So just your usual questions?” Daryl jokes getting elbowed instantly by Y/N as their smile never faded.

“Yea think we would’ve met in the old world?” Y/N questions, not being met with a response as they sigh. “I would hope so”

“How yea think we would’ve met?”

“Well…I was a bartender. It would’ve probably happened or did and we just. Never talked. But even those small glances in a crowded room…you can find who you’ve been looking for your whole life without exchanging a single word”

It was absentminded the way Daryl turned toward Y/N, bringing his gaze away from the stars and on the real constellation prize right beside him. They looked at him with every fiber of love, admiration, and desire in their core feeling the cosmic pull that drew both closer to the other.

Then the sudden knocking on the truck window startled them both out of their current thoughts.

“IM TRYING TO SLEEP LOVEBIRDS” Carol yells making the two blush to the words before straightening out.

But Y/N still took a chance and took Daryl’s hand into theirs. Letting him squeeze theirs and never let go.

Until they got back on the road in the morning.

The three stopped at a warehouse to rummage through the ruins of it. In hopes for pretty much anything. Y/N also being a bit of a tech nerd, was going through every black safety box that would carry expensive tech to see if they can find anything on Eugene’s list he gave them. Carol quietly snuck up on them as she was going to ask them if they could crack open a door on the opposite side of the place when she noticed them staring at Daryl who was keeping watch of the isle the two were in.

“What did you say to him last night?”

“What I wanted to and I heard as much as I wanted from both of you last night”

“So…Can I stop trying to hook you two up together and you can just rip off that bandaid?”

Y/N was about to say something when Daryl whistles for the two’s attention indicating walkers. Carol quickly ran over to see how many and noticed that the entrance they didn’t come in from wasn’t barricaded enough for that size of a herd.

“Y/N we gotta bug out” Carol yells as Y/N quickly collected their things tossing their bag on their back as they held something in the palm of their hand that could slow their movement.

“I’ve got an idea but I need both of y’all out of the building”

“Y/N—-“

“You trust me right?” Y/N frowns looking at Daryl and his stress induced expression.

“I’m coming back for yea if you don’t come out in three minutes” Daryl scoffs quickly running out with Carol as Y/N got to work.

Working with Eugene leads to a lot of ideas. A brand new watering system for their farming plot idea for Alexandria. Or the water based fire extinguishers with reused metal from the fallen walls of Alexandria for Oceanside’s rare forest fires. New defense system to keep walkers out of the outside the wall crops at the Hilltop. Corn based gas for the cars to avoid runs out to siphon cars with limited gas.

Then well. The IEDs.

Y/N figured out how to make quick IEDs that could emit frequencies to distract walkers. But given they were prototypes. Once they placed enough in the building, they made a break for it with a few knife blows to a couple walkers to get out of their way.

“What’s takin’ them so fucking long?!” Daryl snaps as Carol watches the door seeing it swing open to show their third.

“Start the car. They’ll jump in”

“I’m trustin’ yea” He scoffs and pressing on the gas getting them forward as Y/N went in a full on sprint.

Once Y/N jumped onto the open door pulling themselves in enough to close it with the help of a speed bump. They sigh slouching over the edge only to be startled up when an explosion meant to only emit sound—-set the entire building on fire.

“WHAT THE FUCKING HELL DID YOU DO?!” Carol snaps looking in the mirror to see the fire they started.

“My calculations were wrong” Y/N yelled for Carol to hear as Daryl looks back to see the damage.

“THE FUCK I TELL YEA ABOUT COMMITTING ARSON?!”

“ITS THE APOCALYPSE I CAN DO WHAT I WANT” Y/N snaps back watching the stop sign fly past. “THE FUCK I SAY ABOUT STOP SIGNS!”

“NOBODY GIVES A FUCK ABOUT TRAFFIC LAWS”

“RICK DOES”

“Ladies ladies!” Carol yells to stop them both as she couldn’t stop laughing at the two arguing with one another. “Save it for the fucking bedroom” and that led to more laughter from the woman.

“Can we fucking open that bottle of scotch now…” Daryl groans once he slowed the truck to a stop.

The two couldn’t contain their laughter upon hearing that.

[grimmjowkurosakidrake]

In a night or in a day, in a vision or in none

1/2: Dreams

Rating: T

Fandom:The Walking Dead (TV)

Relationships: Daryl Dixon/Carol Peletier, Daryl Dixon & Merle DixonCharacters: Carol Peletier, Daryl Dixon, Merle Dixon

For a small Caryl bingo

Summary:

On his dirty couch, Daryl closes his eyes and opens them immediately after. A cloudy haze around the edges of reality telling him that he’s dreaming.

Daryl is six the morning his big brother declares, with his derisive and booming voice. “My soulmate is a little bitch.” Casually, as he drinks a morning beer even when he has to go to school with Daryl at the back of his bike, in just a few hours. Their dad hasn’t been home for almost three weeks and even if he were here, he wouldn’t take Daryl to school and Daryl wouldn’t want him to, either.

Daryl wants to tell him that he shouldn’t call girls names like bitch and cunt or whore, because they don’t like that, sometimes they get angry and will call you names back or even hit you, but other times, they get sad enough to even cry, and that is worse.

Daryl, with all his little boy bravado, also wants to tell him to stop drinking so early in the morning if he’s planning on driving his baby brother to school at the back of his bike. Instead, he takes a healthy sip of the sweet milk his big brother warmed for him over the stove, generously adding some cinnamon and honey and asks, very quietly. “Why?”

Without even looking at him, Merle asks, “why what, little brother?” before scowling at him and ordering to eat his eggs because he’s just too fucking skinny.

Gathering all his courage, Daryl takes one long sip of his milk and helps himself to a big bite of eggs on bread before elaborating. “Why is she a bitch?”

Hearing his small, clearly scandalized tone of voice, Merle laughs at him with gusto, hitting him on the back and calling him a bitch for worrying about his own language. “She’s a bitch because tonight she was dreaming about a trip to fucking Disneyland.” He growls then, suddenly resentful. “Asking me to get on one of those stupid rides. Can you imagine, little bro? Here I am, working my ass off at the night shift on a fucking bar at fifteen to put milk on your sippy-fucking-cup and eggs on your bread and she’s dreaming about stupid Disneyland trips. What do you say. Isn’t she a bitch?” He ends up his tirade, pointedly looking at him.

Feeling the warmth of the definitely-not-a-sippy-cup on his hands, and watching at the black bangs under his brother’s eyes, at the tense rictus of his already wrinkled face, Daryl gulps loudly and nods enthusiastically “Yeah!” He agrees. “She’s a bitch and she doesn’t deserve you!”

Witch ends up being the right answer, because Merle regales him with the biggest smile, he’s ever seen on him without the help of some kind of drug. “Fuck yeah, baby brother!” Whoops the elder Dixon with a big, manic grin brightening his tired features. “We Dixons don’t need fucking soulmates.”

Daryl cheers him on, even when Merle reaches for his second beer of the day, looking up at him with bright blue, grateful eyes. Dixons don’t need soulmates, even if Daryl really wants to meet his.

Daryl is fifteen and just started living with Merle now that he’s back from the army and more or less ready to take onto the responsibility of caring for his teenager little brother instead of their alcoholic, abusive father.

Daryl is fifteen and he doesn’t really own a bed on the trailer his brother could afford after losing their family home on a fire that also costed them their mother and sanity while being dishonorably discharged from the army, with no pension to speak of and the mechanic’s assistant job his dirty name allowed him to get when he finally decided to start working.

The couch is lumpy, old and it smells like someone died there. Someone probably did, Daryl doesn’t know. But what he does know is that he’d at least seen Merle getting head on that couch maybe two or three times while coming back home from school early, there are even some suspicious stains on the damn thing to prove that not even the place where his underage brother sleeps is sacred to Merle when he wants to get off. It’s disgusting, but it’s better than going to sleep with bruises on his face and an aching, bleeding back from his father’s belt.

At lest now he can easily fall asleep.

Now, on his dirty couch, Daryl closes his eyes and opens them immediately after. A cloudy haze around the edges of reality telling him that he’s dreaming.

There’s music on the background, the old kind, with the melodious voice of a lady singing in a language Daryl doesn’t recognize. It’s nice, much nicer than the music Merle likes to blast way too early in the morning; the kind of music that speaks about fucking easy women or about being a man by the standards of men who are just like Merle but never like Daryl.

He’s dreaming of a little yellow room, illuminated by a big, floor-length window, decorated by long, silky, soft looking pink curtains. He’s resting on a small, single bed, full of soft pillows, at least five more than he owns for his raggedy coach.

Under the window, sitting by a sewing machine, two women laugh as they work some fabric.

An older lady, dressed in a dark green, vintage looking dress, smiles as she retires her long, silver curls from her face and reveals her warm, blue eyes, completely fixated on the fabric under her fragile hands. By her side, a teenage girl, laughs as her bare legs pedal away on the old sewing machine. She’s dressed on really cute high-waisted yellow shorts under a cropped pink hoodie, her red curls are all over her face and she doesn’t bother to move them away from her youthful face like her older companion. Even so, Daryl can still see her beautiful blue eyes, can still see how big she smiles.

When the girl sets her eyes on him and the world spins a little around them, Daryl knows, that this is his soulmate. This isn’t just a dream he’s having about a beautiful, older girl that seems to come directly from his deepest fantasies.

This, for the first time is what fairy tales had been promising for years, is what his brother had been warning him about ever since Merle himself turned fifteen and called his own soulmate a bitch for the first time.

“Hi.” She smiles, getting up from her seat, completely ignoring the woman beside her and instead focusing wholly on him. Daryl gives the old woman on the sewing machine one fast glance to see her frozen in time and then tries to focus on the girl who’s smiling right at him.

It’s difficult, it’s really hard, because he doesn’t know where he should set his eyes on when he’s looking at her; There’s the legs, the long and creamy expanse of her bare legs as she walks up to him, and with a sudden burst of heath warming his entire face, Daryl realizes that she’s probably taller than he is, maybe even older; There’s the small expanse of her bare stomach in between the high-waisted shorts and the cropped hoodie, skinny and firm, not much of a curve there, she’s more skinny than curvy and Daryl finds himself surprised by how much he likes that, because when talking about women and their assets, Merle always talks about how good and how sexy a nice set of big tits are, paired with a round ass and a tight, narrow waist to hold onto. This girl doesn’t have much of a waist to speak of, and Daryl is not brave enough to look at her ass or her tits, even so, the way her clothes fit her is cute, is nice, he can imagine holding her close by that small naked space in between her shorts and her hoodie.

There’s the bouncy hair, her crazy red hair; There’s her smile, the way it curves in amusement at the sight of his stuttering self, with the smallest hint of pink gloss making her lips shine in a pink hue and Daryl can’t help but wonder if she uses the flavored kind, if her lips maybe taste like strawberry.

Then there’s the eyes, bluer than the sky and more turbulent than the sea, with a cat-like air around them, just by the way the light catches on her pupils to make them look just that little bit slimmer, like two black, small, diamond shaped stars in the middle of a cloudy day-sky.

He decides to focus on that, when she sits by him on the bed, uncomfortably close, her naked knees touching his own.

“Hi!” She repeats, beaming up at him with curious eyes. Sitting closer, plastering herself to him, “I’m Carol. Can you tell me your name?” There’s mirth in the way her lips turn upwards, some amusement there, like she’s clearly entertained by the way she can make him choke up and bit his own tongue.

“Daryl,” he grumbles, low in the back of his throat like a growl. “Daryl Dixon.” He elaborates, almost daring her to look down on the name Dixon like everyone else he knows, even if she might not be aware about how much of dirty name it is.

She doesn’t look down on him, instead she grins, but this time when she smiles, it’s genuine instead of amused. “I’ve been waiting a long time for you, Daryl.” She explains, raising her hand up to his unruly, dirty hair. Daryl flinches and closes his eyes, every instinct inside of him telling him that she’s about to hurt him, instead, she runs her fingers through his hair in slow, soothing movements.

“Yeah?” He ventures, finally, looking up at her, enjoying the ghost feeling of her fingers on his scalp, almost like she’s not touching him, so much different than any touch he’s ever known. He’s dreaming, he rationalizes, she’s not really touching him. This is a safe space, in between the fragments of their imagination and the reality of the union of their souls.

“Yeah.” She smiles, tentatively kissing his temple, the sudden smell of strawberry scent assaulting his senses.

Daryl allows himself to relax, to melt into her touch, his head resting on her slim shoulders. “Been waiting too.” He finally confesses, even to himself. He’s been waiting on the day he finally dreams of her, with her.

“I get it.” She says, her voice distant like an echo, her touch lukewarm, feather-like.

Distant, every movement feeling like she's disappearing.

Daryl closes his eyes with a satisfied sigh and opens them again to the sight of the trailer’s dirty ceiling; Under him, he feels the hard sensation of his lumpy couch; Around him, he can smell the scent of stale beer, burnt oil and some smells he doesn’t even want to start to try and decipher; He can hear his brother’s music, screaming about what it takes to be man.

When he turns into his side, he can see a passed-out woman sleeping on the floor, the sight of her bare breasts burning into his brain.

Daryl guesses that Carol, just like him might be waking up. Except that she's waking up on her soft bed, in her clean, beautifully decorated, yellow room, maybe with the warm feeling of the first rays of sunshine touching her face from her large, carefully decorated windows. She probably will have her breakfast ready for her, maybe from the hands of the old lady on the sewing machine.

Her morning is probably going to be nice; her entire day is probably going to be easy, maybe she’s going to school, maybe she’s already on vacation. Carol has it easy, unlike him, who has to go to work immediately after school, who has to wake up the naked woman on the floor and ask her lo leave, who has to go out hunting because there’s nothing to eat on the mini fridge except for Merle’s beer.

Startling himself, Daryl realizes that he doesn’t feel resentful like Merle did all those years ago, he doesn’t feel the need to call Carol a little bitch, or to compare his life to hers, instead, he notices that he’s glad.

He hopes that she’s having a nice morning, that her stomach is full and that she’s smiling, wherever she is, Daryl hopes that she’s comfortable, safe and happy.

[lola-andheruniverse]

AU Thursday - Caryl Fanfiction Rec

Dear fellow carylers, I have a very special rec for you today. Short, because RL is a bitch, but I mean every word. Fixes written by TheWalkingCaryl is posted on 9Lives and FF.net.

Summary: Daryl finds Ed Peletier, a new buyer for he and his brother. And then he meets the Mrs and discovers his need for a new kind of fix.

Rated: E / Explicit Word count: 62.626 (33 chapters) Published: January 06, 2015 - COMPLETE Sometimes we need to hit rock bottom to reach a happy ending. Carol and Daryl's rock bottom in this story is dark, violent, raw and desperately heavy, but their happy ending its worth it all. It's beautifully written and executed. I don't think I've ever rooted for them as much as in this fic. I love how our author chose Spoken Words poems to evoke specific feelings for each chapter, bringing another level of depth to the reader's experience. Oh, and Merle! Love to hate, hate to love Fixes!Merle. He's amazing. Go read it and review, dear fellow carylers! You won't regret!

[lab-gr0wn-lambs]

If you told me 6 months ago that I would one day be completely insane about The Sad Karen-

A brief review of The Walking Dead

[lilgoblinbitch]

i just need someone to talk to about carol peletier 🥺

that woman is one of the most versatile and quick-witted characters in twd. she is also one of my favorite characters, because how could she not be?

when i first started watching twd, in season 1 & 2 i just remember being like “holy fuck give this poor woman a break,” i mean her husband was a sack of shit and then her daughter goes missing and turns... and then she has this immaculate character arc. i mean here's this pure, fragile woman who went from being a punching bag for her husband to a literal ass-kicking anti-hero boss ass bitch.

when i got through seasons 3 - 4, i was totally rooting for her! she was presumed dead in the beginning of season 3 but saved by daryl — which btw i have to say they are beautiful together (idk if i completely ship them but i am not against it and do love seeing them together; i’d say i’m a sideline caryl supporter rn) their friendship blossomed very quickly and i loved seeing that happen. season 4 was where carol really started to show her quick-wittedness; she killed karen and david to stop the illness from spreading in the prison. rick said himself later on (i think in like season 6) that he would’ve done the same. also during season 4, carol had to do something extremely difficult—and that was killing lizzie. she knew she had to do it, and she made sure not to let it eat her up for the rest of her life. i think that’s what i love most about carol, her strength. geez, that woman holds so much weight on her shoulders, but never fully lets it bring her down. she’s resilient.

my all time favorite carol moment was during season 5 when she blew up terminus. GODDAMN BADASS BITCH ALERT!!!! and ooohhh my god the look on rick’s face when he found out she saved them — priceless!

there are so many more epic carol moments, but if i talked about them all i would have to make a novel lol. needless to say, i can’t wait to see her on screen again with daryl. 🥹

[my-mt-heart]

I don't like Angela's writing, but something caught my attention! He wants to get rid of all writers for a change and a new fresh start but guess what all we see the same shipbaiting and the same shit over and over again !! Have you seen something new ?

Personally, I liked that Angela centered the story on Carol/Caryl in S10 and I liked how she brought out Daryl’s vulnerability. If there hadn’t been so much needless meddling, her story would’ve paid off. But I’m not looking to fuel a debate on her. She’s moved on to bigger and better things. The point is, “getting rid of” her and her writers didn’t solve anything. IMO, it made the shipbaiting and the repetitive storytelling worse while leaving Daryl open to retcons. They said they hired French writers, but only one of them was French. Their “authentic” story was still through the lens of middle-aged white American men with very limited knowledge of French culture and diversity.

The more any of the EPs on S1 try to justify their choices, the more damage they do. I just want to move on to S2.

[murkyhazed]

if you read my threads just be aware that in most cases with my CM muses, especially with @melioro, i'll be referencing my carol over on @careol because me and aspen are so heavily involved with each other especially aly and carol, and at this point i view carol as a canon cm character. what is twd idk her carol ann peletier is part of criminal minds.

but yeah, if you ever get confused or are like "who tf is carol", its me it's my girl it's my badass apoc bitch.

[wexarethewalkingxdead]

The bitch has to die.

- Carol Peletier. (The Walking Dead, Season 10, Episode 3 "Ghosts")