#caryl fic rec

[lola-andheruniverse]

ZA AU Tuesday - Caryl Fanfiction Rec

Today's fic is a take on ZA that is completely different from everything I ever read before. It deserves to be called a novel not just for its length, but also for the intricate world building and characterization that our caryl author successfully achieved.

I'm talking about Region Thirty Three written by @spanishrose2002 [ 9Lives | AO3 ].

Summary: Caryl AU. The government is working to round up the wilds that won't assimilate. In prison they'll be "tamed," one way or another. The sentence for a crime that includes all possible crimes under the title of "Wild" is, as far as any inmate is concerned, life imprisonment. At Region Thirty Three, though, there's a possibility to find a kind of life within that sentence.

Rating: E/Explicit Chapters: 127 Word count: 324454 Published: August 27, 2015 - COMPLETE

Ramblin Rose is known in our fandom as the domestic bliss/baby fic queen (and I adore her for it). But when it comes to Region Thirty Three, make no mistakes - things get dark, emotional and dystopian right from the start. It's a reflection on how prejudice, fear and a rigid belief system can make us do the most inhumane and horrific atrocities. And also, how in the middle of all despair and pain, two supposedly broken people like Carol and Daryl can meet, blossom and thrive (yes, they get their happy ending, you can trust Rose on that). A perfect ZA AU indeed.

Go, go, give it a try if you haven't already! It's a great story, by one of our most productive writers, and deserves all the praise. Rereads are also great, like visiting an old friend. And, as always, don't forget to review. Feedback keeps our fandom alive!

[angelwings-crossbowstrings]

Listen. I didn’t need my heart. This was precious. 🩵🩵🩵

tempted to ask for one of the dirty prompts but to spite myself, how about 23?

CARYL pls

Hey there nonny, here you go <3

23. vintage

It was the cabin all over again.

Carol felt the tension between them wrap around her spine like a taut string as they walked inside the dilapidated building to camp out for the night. It was the first time they were alone. Really alone. Without people muttering around them in French with questioning glances, and suspicious prying eyes following their every move. Daryl hadn't left her side since they reunited a few days ago – he simply clasped her hand and led her inside without a word to his French companions.

They'd held each other so desperately when she found him - his face was pressed into the crook of her neck, his fingers dug deep welts in her jacket, and his arms clutched her so close that she felt his heaving breaths right down to the tips of her toes.

His warmth lingered on her perpetually as she kept finding ridiculous excuses to touch him. She felt ashamed of her weakness, but losing him for all this time had made her fear worse. So her arms lingered on his sides when he checked her after a fight; she leaned into him as they walked, brushed against his fingers when she handed him his crossbow, or traced his face every time she checked his head wound and watched him stare at her lips longingly.

Even though everything ached at that look.

Her tears blurred her vision when his eyes roamed her face every spare moment they had together. He'd hesitate for a long moment before brushing them with his thumbs, and pressing his forehead to hers until it was time to keep moving again.

But the deep yearning for each other's warmth had evaporated into thin air the moment they were on this path by themselves. Reality kicked in as days passed, and she saw how different he looked here, how at ease he was with the terrain and the people.

It reminded her of the days after the cabin when she didn't know exactly where she fit into his life. As the distance between them grew, and his hesitance to approach her got stronger – an unexpected spark of sadness followed her.

They found a large, empty room in the building for the night. The floors were crusted marble, an old charred fireplace against a wall with a stack of wood that looked untouched for years, and a rusty bronze chandelier covered in cobwebs smashed in the corner. The walls were all crooked chunks of brick and plaster cracked away with time. Two long windows on either side of the fireplace filtered the dying light in the room.

She turned her back to him and removed her gun, coat, and jacket. There was a rustle of fabric behind her as he did the same. She unrolled their bedrolls and sat with her back against the wall as he knelt down and lit a fire. He reached into his pocket to draw a box of matches when a tiny brown wooden box fell out, rolled across the floor, and clattered against her right foot.

Carol lifted it to find a crude etching of a flower on top of it, she turned it in her hand as he stoked the flames. He chewed his lip and looked at the box, then back up at her. His hair was soft gold in the firelight with threads of silver peeking through it.

"What's this?" The box rattled as she turned it upside down.

"Open it." He sat with his back against the wall, a few feet away from her.

The box unscrewed, and sitting inside was a tarnished silver Jasper ring. It looked about a hundred years old, with soft ochre and black spots forming around the knots on the sides, the crevices, and the rim of the dotted silver bubbles around the textured green Jasper stone in the middle.

"A ring?" Carol furrowed her brow.

"It's a Jasper ring." Daryl's voice was soft, taking her back to another time when he'd used it to tell her a story. "Heard a long time ago that Jasper helps give you the courage to face hardships and strengthens bonds between loved ones that are gone."

She traced the knots on either side of the ring. "Celtic knots," Daryl moved closer and tentatively touched one. "That there is a love knot, a sign of love shared between two people."

Their eyes locked for one searing moment, his eyes lingering on her lips, tears glistening on his lashes. His lips were chapped and dry, he swiped them with his tongue before looking down at his hands. Carol turned back to the ring.

The Jasper stone was a gradient of streaked green and bright points of soft yellow patterns, like a constellation etched in stone. Its shine had dulled over the years, it looked like it had weathered quite a few storms. She could feel Daryl's eyes on her as she twirled the ring.

"It's beautiful."

"Yeah."

She turned and saw him gazing at her softly.

"Found it in this antique shop I was camping in one night when I was alone in the early days." He leaned his head back on the wall. "Reminded me of that ring you used to wear back at the Commonwealth – the one you lost after the battle."

"Is that why you kept this ring?" Carol hated how small her voice sounded.

He nodded, "It gave me hope."

She searched his eyes quietly even though she knew he was telling the truth.

"Dunno why but I thought for as long as I held on to it, you wouldn't forget me. Let me go." Daryl's eyes were pleading. "So when I saw you again, I could give it to you."

"I'm never going to forget you, Daryl."

His exhale trembled out of him, and his eyes glistened.

Carol wiped her tears and looked down at the ring. "Why didn't you give it to me?" The words cracked around the edges.

"Didn't think you'd want it anymore."

She looked back at him. His fringe covered his face and his fingers twitched in his lap. Carol held the ring out, Daryl accepted it quietly. She locked eyes with him and held out her hand. His eyes widened briefly, and shone in the moonlight as he searched her face. She smiled at him softly, and he placed the ring on her finger.

Leaning her head on his shoulder, she swayed her hand to catch the moonlight on the yellow specks of the Jasper stone. She turned to look at his watery blue eyes to find him staring at her longingly.

"What do you think?"

Daryl's lips quirked up, "It suits ya," he said without looking away from her.

Carol's smile wilted into the raw longing she'd felt when she thought she would never find him again. She caressed his jaw and she let herself see him – all of him beneath the thin veneer he'd donned to survive in this strange land.

Her resolve cracked and tears spilled anew when Daryl made a tiny whimpering sound in the back of his throat and pressed his forehead against hers. He turned his face into her palm and pressed his lips to it, then pulled her closer so she could rest her head on his chest. A few moments later, his breathing turned into soft snores, and the raw longing she felt escaped through her lips before she could stop it.

"Should've gone to New Mexico..."

The silence that followed made the fire crackle louder. The Jasper stone glinted in its light. Carol fisted her fingers in his shirt, nuzzling into his chest and letting her tears soak into his skin as he slept.

"It's still out there." Daryl's chest rumbled beneath her ear. She looked up.

"Yeah?" Carol's voice trembled.

"Yeah." Daryl's voice was firm.

His thumb grazed her cheek and caught her tears, his hand wrapped over the ring and held onto her hers tightly.

He kissed the crown of her head, and she nuzzled back into his chest and pressed a kiss to his skin. His arms engulfed her until she was surrounded by him. Daryl. His breath tangling in her hair, his heart thrumming in her ear, his skin grazing her lips, his warmth lulling her to sleep, and his ring wrapped around her heart.

Hope was not lost.

[peletiersdixon]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💗

Thanks so much, Molly!!!

So, first off, probably one of the two fics I've written that weren't in TWD, Blood in the Water. It's a peek at Cardan during the month when Jude's being held undersea.

Second, my favorite Caryl fic that I have written, Wildest Dreams. Carol and Daryl are assassins tasked with eliminating the same target. This remains one of my favorite Caryl fics that I have ever written because I love the premise so much!

Third, (and you're getting twd fic from here on out just because them's the odds with me only having written two fics that aren't set in twd-verse) is probably going to be August and December. I say this purely because I wrote it to spite the fandom, and it remains my crowning glory! *evil emoji* Okay, I will be nice and say upfront this time that the pairing is Daryl x Hershel. You've been warned. Which was more than I gave to the people when I first wrote it.

Fourth, is probably my Lori-centric fic This fire won't go out (thought just a flicker it may be). It has some caryl too if you squint just right. But mostly I had a lot of Lori feelings at the time and I needed to get them out. She is greatly maligned and wrongly hated in this fandom, and I was tired of it.

Lastly, probably the fic that has the most wish-fulfillment for me in it, is Blood and Water. I would still, to this day, give unseemly things to whoever, in order to see a conversation like the one I wrote play out on screen in some form or fashion between Carol and Daryl. We need catharsis, dammit!

[alatariel-gildaen]

If anyone can send me nice things - prompts (either story or art) cute Caryl headcanons, fluffy fic recs.... I'd be so grateful. I've just seen photos from the police report of my parents' collision, and to say I'm shook up is an understatement. They said all along it was a miracle anyone survived but seeing the tangled mess that was once their car... I have no words. I'm just sat here in tears and need distractions

[angelwings-crossbowstrings]

This was freaking adorable. 💙

Caryl fic: I’m Glad You’re Here

So this is just a cute little short story of Caryl that’s post season 7 and baby fic. I figured we all need something cute just to even out our frustrations right now with one particular werewolf *cough* Scott G. *cough*

Anyways, enjoy guys!

PS: @thaliasandy I heard you like caryl baby fits. Hope you like it

Disclaimer: I’m not popular enough to own these characters!

Keep reading

[foreverlovingdaryldixon]

I don't know if you've already answered this but what is your all time favorite Caryl fanfic?

Oh gosh I love so so many. I’m going to include a couple.

I suppose my overall favourite and one I’ve most read is Hungry Heart by @halohunter89. It’s my favourite AU ever, it’s seriously fucking amazing and I might have to re-read for the 4th time

Another amazing mention is Five Veils byArgent Galewhich is also an AU and sadly incomplete

So I have thing for AU’s but if you haven’t read this you have to! Mad City by @fairies-masquerade

Okay so to throw a canon story in there, this is the best one I’ve ever read, How Carol Got Her Groove Back by Trogdor19

Thanks for the ask sweetie! xox

[ispyanonymously]

Caryl fic rec:

"How Carol Got Her Groove Back"

By Trogdor19

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23719948/chapters/56958211

The story picks up after they lose the farm and fills in the gap of that winter and the taking of the prison. Also how Daryl got his poncho.

I'm still new to the Caryl fandom so if you have any to share with me, please do.

[silversundown2]

Caryl Fic Recs Just Because

I tend to avoid making these types of posts because I never want anyone to feel left out, but I also think it's a good thing to recognize writers and stories that we appreciate. And especially with the premire being tonight, maybe some of us need something else to occupy our time? If you have no plans to watch, or if you've already seen it, one of these little gems might be fun to pass the time with. 

I've limited myself to 6 fics, a mixture of recent and older selections. I have PLENTY of others I love, this fandom has so many talented writers, but I gave myself a limit otherwise you'd be scrolling all day. Forgive my little summaries, I tried. 

Feel free to reblog with links to the stories you've loved over the years, if you are so inclined! Maybe you'll turn a reader on to something new they wouldn't have otherwise found :) 

The Storm - lilabut

Sweet AU that makes me melt every time I read it.

This is Now - Sienna

AU, lots of action, Pre Apoc

How Carol Got her Groove Back - trogdor19

That time jump between season 2-3 and what could have happened

Fireworks - Shae

Sweet, canonfic

Enough - ElenoreK

Won’t spoil the ending on this one but be prepared it’s sort of sad, except I still 100% loved it. (and have read multiple times)

Teach Me - Alannastara

Fun five times fic

[angelwings-crossbowstrings]

💙😍💙😍💙😍

Home is Where the Heart is

Summary: Daryl realizes where his real home is, and he longs to be there.

Setting: a few days after Caryls departure after s11's ending.

Searching was starting to become the normal with him. Merle, Sophia, Rick. Now, he just isn’t sure what he’s looking for. Yes, he has the idea in mind, find what’s out there. What the rest of the world is, find new people. But he was tired.

Outside was his safe place, the air whipping across his face as he flew down the barren roads atop the roar of his motorcycle. The woods had always been home to him, maybe more so than his actual home in his shitty, fucked up childhood. But, this wasn’t his childhood, and he’d found home in the people he loved.

He’d lost much of that home. Many of the people he had given his all to protect, and couldn’t.

But, even through hell and high water, there stood her. Carol, the woman who had started off nothing but weak and weary and oh so pitiful. He’d watched her change, as did she. Always watching eachother, blue to blue.

Carol, the woman who had stuck to his side like glue. This force of nature who became a vital part of his life. His family, blood or not. She’s seen him at his lowest, his highest. He’s witnessed her grow in more ways than one, witnessed her unravel all the same.

Carol, who he’d left behind at the Commonwealth.

Their goodbye felt too long ago, even though he knew it was only a few days since. Only days, for the first time, since he’d uddered the words, I love you, and she’d echoed them back to him.

So he was tired of searching. Home wasn’t out here anymore. Home was with Carol, and he longed to be home.

Daryl slowed the bike to a stop.

The rumble beneath him decreased to an easy growl. He set his boot down onto the ground and peered over his shoulder, gnarled hair tickling his cheek.

Home was where Carol was, and suddenly he knew what he was searching for.

Daryl rolled the bike around in a u-turn, and set off toward home.

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Requested by @murdadixon !!! Thank you for the request, and I hope to hear more of them.💛

[lola-andheruniverse]

Plot/No Plot Friday - Caryl Fanfiction Rec

kudos to me for including a porn day on this fic rec project without realizing I would have to write some type of review about it 😳

Today's fic is an one-shot called Clean, written by our @waynedunlaptheorgandonor, known as carol_is_daryls_favorite_meal on 9Lives and mizdiz on AO3 [AO3 | 9Lives]. I strongly recommend you to take a nice shower/bath before reading it. So does Carol.

Summary:

"It's weird how loud the quiet gets in the dark. It's not like they were making a lot of noise before, but in the dark all the small sounds are amplified, like the loss of sight immediately morphs into enhanced hearing without a second thought. Outside, the wind is whistling a hollow tune, and upstairs someone is rustling around, making the floorboards creak. Suddenly, even though she couldn't before, Carol can hear every inhale and exhale of Daryl's breath. It feels intimate. That’s strange, isn’t it? They’ve got the expanse of a whole room separating them, so why does she suddenly feel hyper-aware of his presence?

She thinks it has to do with being clean."

Rating: E

Word count: 8442

Published: January 27, 2020 - S2/S3 interlude

I don't want to spoil your fun by giving you literal spoilers for this fic. It does have a plot, because (1) our author here is very talented on crafting engaging stories and her smut ones are no exception (she has a whole series called 'Going Down' that is just amazing); and (2) it's my favorite and I wanted to be the first one to be recommended on 'no plot friday'. It's Carol's POV, and our beloveds have a nice chat that's just SO CARYL, bickering and flirting and it's fun and light until it's gets so very 💦 🥵🔥

Come on, go have fun! Keep a glass of cold water by your side just in case! Ah, and don't forget to thank the author for the delicious porn! *wink wink*

[chrkrose]

‘Whatever had happened between them, it most definitely was not supposed to mean anything. The pink plus sign, however, tells a different story’ | I know baby fics are not everyone’s favorite when it comes to Caryl, but you should definitely give a chance to this one. This fic is that kind of one where you come back always, because it feels like at each time you read it again, something new stand out and you understand a little bit more of these two and their story. So in character you will wish you could watch this version of them playing at your TV. | Writer and Banner: Lilabut. | Read at: http://ninelivesarchive.com/viewstory.php?sid=1966

[mayrwynmouthsoff]

Okay, so I had a bunch of RL work stuff involving travel and working during the opposite hours of my usual schedule this past week leaving me 0 minutes for writing. I find it nearly impossible to read while I write (it takes me out of my story while I enjoy other people’s). Anyway, all of that for this. There won’t be an update of anything this week, I’m behind on correspondence and reviews, and it won’t be getting any better until Thursday, when I get a day off. (which means it is *possible* that I’ll be posting stuff on Friday!)

Until then, here are some recs. (these are for older stories, because I’ve not read the new stuff yet. See above.)

Crossroads & Lies  by Silversundown – Walking Dead/Supernatural crossover. Author’s Summary: She had been pretending to be one of them for so long that she almost believed it herself. Almost.

If you don’t care for crossovers (and lots of folks don’t), there’s a cute little humorous one shot called:

Pardon The Breasts by Rhinozilla – TWD – 1K – Author’s Summary: Prompt from Tumblr: Caryl share a room. Carol thinks that Daryl is gay so she has no problem changing in front of him. This misconception does not stay misconceived for long.

[that-left-turn]

I love this ❤️

You’ve kept everyone in character even though you’re working with quite a different trope; doing “enemies to lovers” and starting with S1 Carol is quite difficult, but I like what you’ve done here. We can see latter season Carol in her but she’s nowhere near the surface. Yet. Merle is both a menacing antagonist and the comic relief, which works so, so well for the tone of your script. I snorted at him wondering if he’d been passed out for about a decade when Merle first saw Daryl return to camp with Carol and Sophia, and the “Daryl, Carol and Sheryl circus act” is the best line 🤗

It’s a great choice to have Carol immediately absolve him when Sophia asks Daryl about all the stuff he has. He'd worry about his supposed lack of honor (and scaring little girls with how uncouth he is) and Carol sees both him and the world for what it is. You’ve used and reworked all the important bits from the quarry, so we’re still getting proper character introductions and you’re not relying on the reader being familiar with the source material. This could stand on its own for someone who’s never seen TWD.

I also like that Sophia didn’t run away and instead hit Daryl with the shotgun at their first meeting. They finally got rid of Ed, she’s still scared but she's not going to let some other man hurt her mom. Sophia was glaring at Daryl after they left the Vatos camp at the start of 201, so that instinct is definitely already in her and you can see the character trajectory of who Sophia will become take slow form here.

It’ll be interesting to see Carol and Merle navigate around each other. The softening of canon Merle was very gradual and Carol is fresh off Ed here, so it'll be an interesting dynamic to explore. I like the pacing, you're letting the arc develop organically and nothing is on the nose—beautifully done.

It’s also very visual. It’s easy to see the master shots and envision what the Dixon camp looks like (or the Ed mound at the side of the Peletier camp). And, also, what would probably be a very tight shot of Merle waking up in his truck is wonderful. The focus on the physical fragility of Sophia, which I assume is foreshadowing something, is tugging on my heartstrings. Love all of that ❤️

I'm very much looking forward to seeing where this goes. Will the group expand to include others? Will Merle disappear for a while like in canon? Will Carol find a red shirt in Daryl’s stash of clothes and when will Merle’s stash of pharmaceuticals reappear (and come in handy)?

It's a great start to the new year to see you posting minisodes again and it's easy to see why your friend loved this. Thanks for sharing it with all of us 🤗😊

Kicking off 2024 with something fun(?) for a change. If you remember my minisode days, you may or may not remember one where I wrote Caryl beginning their relationship as enemies. One dear friend really loved it—why, I don’t know 🤷🏻‍♀️— but a year later, I wrote some additional scenes for her as gifts. She encouraged me to post them publicly, so now here I am doing that. Enjoy the links below along with a sneak peek 🫣

Stupid Bitch Part 1

Stupid Bitch Part 2

Stupid Bitch Part 3

[my-mt-heart]

For those who write fic, could you rec a good app for writing on the phone?

(While we're asking for things, any talented artists or editors who could make the Caryl equivalent of a bat signal?)

[ultimatebethylficlist]

Veteran Author of the Month: December 2021

This year flew by fast, didn’t it? For our final featured veteran author of 2021, we have none other than Audriss ( @inkinmytea )!

Audriss can be found on both AO3 and FFN under the same penname.

When asked what got her into Bethyl and what the fandom means to her, she said:

I have no recollection just how I got sucked into the bethyl fandom. I remember watching the first episode and thinking it was so incredibly slow and that if they would make it any more slow, they would be walking backwards down the evolutionary path. And that’s what they have continued, basically. I hated only about 50 percent of the show, all in all. In the third episode I recognized Norman Reedus from the Boondock Saints. I think I got kinda into Bethyl in the third season when I saw Beth with Zack, and I was literally like “ugh, what’s this? Where did he come from? stop playing this like it is from a harlequin novel!” And like always with new TV shows and movies or books, I went to look for fanfics, because they usually fulfil the noticeable gaps in the plot, or they just make things better. But, honestly, if I had not seen people writing so many fics about Daryl and Carol I wouldn’t have gotten so bloody upset, and joined Tumblr. Tumblr was all new to me at that point and I was just browsing through stuff, minding my own business, but the other side of the shipping wars ruined that account for me by attacking me for asking a simple question, why was Carol forgiven after killing two innocent people for no good reason. Although, during this point, that kind of behavior has been all over the place. I wasn’t really into Bethyl even then, and I found this Norman Reedus group that had these movie nights and watched most voted Norman movie on a schedule, and I got to know some people there. Most of them were just Norman fans, a small part were caryl fans, and some were just neutral, and accepting basically anything. There, I got deeper into the fandom (in general) and then the fourth season came and that HUG kinda clicked. Some of the OGs got suckered into me adopting them as my friends, and now they are stuck with me. HAH! Not sorry. I was actually kinda happy to have friends, even though they lived in other countries, who were liking the same stuff. I have friends who live near me, but they don’t always get me. Building a family out of friends feels good. I can say that I have some of the bestest friends still hanging around, and tolerating my rants and ups and downs. Last five years haven’t been easy, and writing has really helped.

For her personal fic rec list, she recommends:

(With recommended stories, I am an oxymoron. I love reading fics, yes, but I am also not reading fics when I write. So, most of these are from the early days of Bethyl I think.)

All the fics of LemonStar

Spiced Molasses by MonDieu666

Piper1016 fics

Schwoozie’s Bethyl stuff

Abelina’s Bethyl stuff

Burn by PunkyNemo (The Vampire Cat)

Burningupasun’s Bethyl fics

SaraiVe’s Bethyl stuff

Feral by Silvergryphon06

Rckyfrk’s stuff

SuperNintendoChalmer’s (CaptainShenanigans) Bethyl stuff

(There have also been some stories that have been deleted by the author, so can’t really recommend those.)

Audriss’s Works & Personal Thoughts:

I know people write sometimes to overcome a difficult situation, as a coping mechanism, and have a strong emotional connection to the story being told. I don’t necessarily do that. I do have a strong bond with my stories, they are mine after all, but I mostly write things I just want to see written. Or since bethyl and TWD in general are pretty full of angsty fics (nothing wrong with those) I wanted to add something humorous to them. I want to challenge myself to write certain type of things, things that haven’t been written (to my knowledge). I’ve used some tropes in my fics before, but I do try to come up with a different kind of way to write those stories. I have written stories since I was ten years old. My first fic, oh boy I do still remember that. It was a hot mess, and I only showed it like 20 years later to someone, but like anything you do in life you get better over time.

By Any Other Name Summary: His life was left in ruins by the accusations and blaze of guilt when a crooked cop killed the only one that mattered to him. But the universe is fickle and no good deeds go unpunished and enjoys too much of self doubt and guilt that followed. He had given up on life ever being anything but pain and that was when the universe struck and threw his past on his face in a form of a blonde woman who bared the face of the love of his life. The one he thought was dead. Thoughts: I got the idea for this story a long time ago, while watching a movie, which had nothing to do with the original draft, or the Walking Dead itself. After the first draft, I changed a lot of things, and decided to use Daryl and Beth for the story. The idea was to set it in present time, no walkers, and have people believe that Beth had died, and how Daryl had to deal with her being dead, but also being accused of it. I’ve always loved to create worlds and writing the surroundings and feelings, describing the whole scene is like a second nature for me. It was supposed to be this easy little write, but hah, it evolved into a multichapter one. But this is my baby!

After A Night Of Tequila Summary: Beth wakes up in a strange bedroom, on a bed with a pillow fort. Thoughts: Like I said before, I want to write fun things. Imagining Beth totally trashed on tequila and trying to make moves on Daryl who just had to wrangle a cackle of drunken women to his place… and then what he had to do to stop her? Pure comedy gold. For my weird sense of humor. I do get it that funny things hardly ever are successful because my sense of humor is so unique to everyone but, I actually laughed a lot while writing this. I think I just wrote this for myself to laugh.

My Rising Sun Summary: Beth and Daryl take a long drive by bike.

My Home And Heart Summary: Daryl thinks about Beth while she sleeps, and comforts her when she wakes up to a nightmare. Thoughts: These were written for the Summer of Bethyl 2018. I had the idea from a song. They can be read as standalone stories, but also companion pieces together. I wanted to challenge myself to write some angst, and also, tried to jump start my muse to continue By Any Other Name. But I am pretty proud of these two.

Cold Summary: You don't know what it's like to be cold until one day you're cold. Thoughts: I have no clue where the idea for this one came. It wasn’t particularly cold outside, at least not for me. I like the cool air. I like winter. But, I do remember that there was frost on the grass and leaves that day. I wanted to veer off from the “body heat” trope, because that was the obvious choice, and then have mad hot monkey sex. But honestly… it sounds good on paper to have sex to keep the body heat, but only if you have solid four walls, roof and floor to yourself. If not, it is gonna get cold very quickly. This is a classic to me, at least.

[itsmymeaningoflife]

Please send me links to any Caryl one shots or fics you recommend. They can be your own!! Or just ones you enjoy from others. I just really want some fic recs (I mainly use ao3 so I’m more inclined to read it off there but any site is welcome)