#carol the walking dead

[trashg0blin37]

Another messy little page of sillies

I AM A PLATONIC CARYL TRUTHER ✊

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[dixons-sunshine]

no thoughts just carol comforting you with a hug and her soft voice

It’s Alright, I Got You | Carol Peletier x Fem!Reader

Summary: When Carol found you after days of tracking down the man that had kidnapped you, she found you shaken up and worse for wear. There was nothing she could do to help you at that moment except offer you her comfort—and plan the perpetrator’s demise.

Warnings: Injuries, blood, non-descriptive mentions of SA.

Word count: 1.2k.

A/N: Yes. Just yes. She’d give the best hugs ever. This was supposed to be fluffy but it took a more angsty route. I hope you like it nonetheless, my love 💜.

(GIF isn’t mine.)

“Carol...”

Your weak, trembling voice reached the Peletier woman’s ears. Carol’s heart shattered at the heartbreaking sound, and broke even more at the sight that beheld her when she finally managed to get to you; your eyes were bloodshot from crying, your clothes were hanging on by a mere thread, multiple deep cuts and bruises littered your body, and your wrists were raw from the ropes that were bounding you to the chair that psychopath had forced you into.

Carol sincerely hoped that Daryl hadn’t killed the bastard, because she wanted to do so herself. Nobody was allowed to hurt you in such a way and get away with it. Not on her watch.

Carol rushed towards you, dropping her bow in the process, but she didn’t even realize. Her only concern at that moment was you. She had to get you out of those ropes and out of that godforsaken warehouse you had been stuck in for days at that point in time. She had to get you to safety. That was her main priority.

The sound of your pained whimpers as she removed the ropes that were tightly bound around your wrists had tears welling up in her eyes. “I know it hurts. I’m so sorry,” she whispered apologetically, swallowing at the lump that had formed in her throat. After your wrists were untied, she crouched and made quick work of removing the binds around your legs. Once removed, she stood back up and moved to help you up.

You accepted her help with zero protest. You were just too tired to even attempt to keep up your strong facade. However, your legs buckled under your weight, and you tumbled to the ground.

Carol quickly caught you and slowly lowered you to the ground, cleverly noting that you would not be able to stand at all, and she wasn’t strong enough to carry you. You’d have to wait for Daryl. However, she would not leave your side. She’d stay by your side for days to ensure your safety.

You broke down into tears. Your sobs reverberated throughout the empty room. Carol gently and carefully wrapped her arms around you, bringing you into her chest. She placed a soft, tender kiss on top of your head, slowly rocking you from side to side. “It’s alright, I got you,” she told you softly, blinking away the tears that fell from her eyes at witnessing the state you’re in. “You’re okay. I got you. I got you.”

Your sobs didn’t let up. If anything, they only worsened. Hearing Carol’s voice after days of being trapped and submitted to torture seemed like the first ray of warm sunshine after a harsh, cold winter. However, your mind was plagued by the horrifying actions that had been done to you, and that overpowered the relief you felt.

“He—he assau—” you tried to tell explain to her through your heart wrenching sobs, but to no avail. Even just thinking of what that horrible man had done to you made you want to curl up into a ball and cry until you couldn’t anymore.

You didn’t need to finish your sentence for Carol to understand. She understood what you were trying to say clearly, and it was enough to make her mind go into a murderous rage. If she hadn’t wanted to kill that bastard before, she definitely did after your admission. That man would not live to see another day. She’d make sure of it.

She tightened her arms around you in the hopes of bringing you some comfort. What could she possibly say or do to make you feel better? What had happened to you was beyond awful. There was nothing she could say. All she could do was offer you her support. She just prayed that it was enough.

“Shh, don’t talk. It’s okay,” she told you reassuringly. “He won’t hurt you anymore. I promise. I won’t let him.”

You nodded and buried your face deeper into her shirt, your tears staining the fabric, but she didn’t mind. She gently rubbed your back and placed another kiss to the top of your head. Yeah, there was no changing her mind. That asshole was going to meet a cruel, agonizing end.

The door to the room the two of you were in opened, and you tensed up. However, Carol shushed you and rubbed your back reassuringly. “It’s okay. It’s just Daryl.”

You hesitantly looked up, and you locked eyes with the crossbow-wielding archer. His cerulean blue eyes trailed over your face and body with a frown on his face, concern etched deeply onto his features. Daryl was one of your best friends. He would kill for you.

Similar to Carol, Daryl came to a conclusion; that man was going to die.

“Where’s he?” Carol asked him, her brows furrowed together in a deep frown.

“Bastard’s tied up and in the trunk’a Aaron’s car. He ain’t gettin’ loose anytime soon.”

Carol nodded and shifted her attention back to you. Your sobs had quieted down considerably, probably due to the fact that you didn’t want to cry in front of Daryl. “Daryl’s gonna need to pick you up. Is that okay?” she asked you in a gentle voice. You tensed at the thought, but slowly and hesitantly nodded, making the Peletier woman smile sadly. Never before had you had any problems with being carried by Daryl. The man had even given you piggy back rides before. This hesitance only further confirmed what had happened to you, angering her further, but she kept that anger at bay for the time being.

Daryl moved forward and crouched down in front of you, carefully picking you up. He instantly noticed how tense you were. “S’alright. S’jus’ me. I ain’t gon’ hurt ya, I promise.” When you nodded, he shared a look with Carol—who had stood up from her position on the ground—before determinedly walking out of the building and towards the vehicles, Carol hot on his tail.

The two of them made quick work of placing you into the truck where Siddiq was so that he could check you over as best he could until everyone was back in Alexandria. Carol gave your hand one last reassuring squeeze, a silent acknowledgement of your bravery for complying without any protest, even if you were shaken up and untrusting of men at that point, before walking off and beckoning Daryl over for a private conversation.

“You got all the information you needed from him?” she asked him, cutting straight to the chase.

Daryl shook his head. “Nah. Asshole ain’t spillin’ the beans. Gon’ need to take more drastic measures.”

“Leave that up to me.”

The tone the Peletier woman was downright terrifying, and it sent shivers up the archer’s spine. “What are ya gon’ do to him?”

Carol glanced back towards you, towards the sight of the broken shell of the bright, bubbly person you used to be. She was usually a rational person, and she always tried to think of other solutions before resorting to the worst, but she couldn’t at that moment. She only had one thing on her mind. She turned back towards Daryl. Her eyes held a determined fire beyond the irises, and when she spoke again, her voice was cold, unforgiving.

“I’m gonna make him pay for what he did to her.”

[daryldove]

maybe a very controversial and unpopular opinion incoming...

I do not like carols character, and i think she's overrated. I was on the fence about her during the earlier seasons, but from alexandria era and beyond, I just can't stand her.

personally, I find her selfish and manipulative. she lets her emotions control her actions/reactions, and it harms the people around her. it's a missed opportunity to not show her grow out of that through the seasons. instead, her writing is just repetitive.

also, daryl and her are supposed to have a close relationship, but I've mostly just seen her treat him horribly???

just something I thought I'd get off my chest because I feel like I don't see many people rightfully criticse her. also, being a big daryl nerd, she's forced down my throat a lot. I just don't see the appeal.

[darlin-daryl]

Loml btw

[ladymacbeth-writes-sometimes]

The reason I’m still alive:

[caswasshere]

Been rewatching TWD with my husband so here’s my attempt at a Carol (Alexandria arc)

[carlgrimesgfofficial]

MY DAD THOUGHT CAROL AND DARYL WERE FUCK BUDDIES IM GONNA CRY WHAT THE FUCK

[itz-just-girl-thingz]

Carol is mother😌🤭

[nooowestayandgetcaught]

We Ain't Dead

read on AO3

~1k, Daryl Dixon/Carol Peletier, G-rating, S2 Canon AU Summary: Before Daryl picks up the trail in the middle of the night, he and Carol stargaze inside of Dale's RV.

[onlyxmcbride]

carol peletier the woman that you are

[silly-little-mann]

bromance is still alive

so real

[trashg0blin37]

IY LUV THEYM UGH

All my pookie wookies, my scrunkles, my blorbos, my blurbs, my sillies, my little fellas, my babies

[dixons-sunshine]

Higher Than A Kite | Carol Peletier x Fem!Reader

A/N: This was requested by @idkwthgoitmww. I hope you like this!

*GIF isn’t mine.*

“You’re so beautiful.”

Carol could not help the soft chuckle that escaped her when she listened to the compliment you gave her—your fifth compliment to her in the last ten minutes. “Thank you, Sweetheart,” she told you with a fond smile, her face coloured with amusement, although she was one hundred percent sure you would not be able to pick up on it.

“You’re more than welcome,” you began, a lopsided smile on your face as you looked at the woman that sat on the edge of the bed, her hand resting in yours. “God, you’re just so fucking gorgeous. It’s unfair, really. Nobody else can compare to you.”

Carol smiled at you. “Thank you,” she repeated her prior words. She rubbed her thumb over your knuckles soothingly, her beautiful blue eyes momentarily flickering to the wound in your side that had been properly stitched up, thanks to Siddiq. However, you had been given a strong dose of morphine to help with the pain, resulting in you being like this.

“How about I take you out tonight? Just you and me. We can go to this great sushi place I know,” you said with a wistful look on your face, your eyes fighting to withhold the urge to close and succumb to slumber. You wanted to admire this absolute goddess before you for a while longer.

You did not even remember that it was the end of the world. The medication pumping through your system had taken a greater toll on you than Carol had initially thought, and it was rather amusing to her. “You’re higher than a kite right now,” she mumbled to herself, unable to stop herself from laughing. “Sure, Honey. We can go out tonight. What do you want me to wear?”

“Nothing,” you replied in a flirty manner, a mischievous smirk on your face. However, it soon disappeared, and a small frown took its place. “No, but then other people would see you like that, and I don’t want that. I don’t want anyone else to see you like that.”

“I promise I won’t go strutting around naked,” she reassured you. “How about I wear that green dress you like so much?”

You groggily nodded at her words. “Yes, please,” you mumbled, the effects of the medication making it increasingly harder to stay awake. “You look so pretty in that dress. Please wear that.”

“I will,” she told you with a soft smile. She leaned closer and pressed a tender kiss on your forehead, before withdrawing and looking at you fondly. “How about you get some sleep before tonight? You’re gonna need it.”

You gave her a small nod. “Okay,” you mumbled. You looked up at her with your best puppy dog eyes, and Carol’s heart melted at the sight. “Stay with me?”

“Always, Sweetheart,” she told you earnestly. “Always.”

[solitarybookdragon]

When Sophia walks out of the barn as a walker, why did she just stand there like that?? All the other walkers just kept coming at them but Sophia just stood there looking at the group.

Its like she recognized them and knew who they were

[angelwings-crossbowstrings]

gif by @daryl-dixon-daydreams

Carol: Spencer isn’t Y/N’s type.

Daryl: Oh yeah? So what is Y/N’s type?

Carol: Blue eyes, kind, oblivious, a little rough around the edges, dog lover.

Daryl, snorting: Sounds kinda like me.

Carol: Did I mention oblivious?

Daryl: Yeah, why?

Carol: Okay, just making sure.

[lunajay33]

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