#the walking dead the book of carol

[darylscigarettesmoke]

Notes for 2x05

just watched the episode and…. Spoilers/Thoughts below. Beware.

- I just can’t stand how Daryl talks in this season. His tone is always so flat, so casual almost, so nonchalant. Especially with Carol. His voice’s always been soft and warm, now it’s like you can’t get through to him. He talks like nobody’s home. I miss his flagship-show voice. The flagship-show Daryl would never come along and flatout ask if someone has “the hots” for another person. I don’t interpret that as him being “jealous” of Ash, it just striked me as kinda disrespectful He’s icecold.

- Daryl is now canonically shit with a rubik’s cube and honestly I can relate.

- “She loved you. She told me.” With all due respect Laurent, but shut the hell up. Read the room. Daryl’s silence after Laurents babbling is hard to read again. I need subtitles for this man, and this man only. Even though I can’t speak any french word anymore besides the basics, I understand this language better than what is going on with Daryl. He looks guilty in this scene. And broken. But of course he doesn’t answer Laurent. Doesn’t say “me too.” Laurent is sweet and means well, but it’s so frustrating to watch how everyone’s putting a bee into Daryl’s bonnet since season 1 😩

- “I should stay here and you should go back to where you belong. That’s what you always wanted” - yes please. Laurent is happy in France, feels at peace??? Goddamn Daryl can’t catch a break and I am catching feelings again. Laurent the sweet boy just told Daryl off LMAO

- I don’t understand why Laurent/Isabell talk with a british accent I mean I’m german I have no clue about accents but I know a french one when I hear it

- the same old sophia barn flashback scene is getting old and pretentious sorry carol

- “and now you’re replaying every decision, thinking about what you could’ve done differently” aaaaand the old survivor’s guilt is back. We’ve seen that before. “It’s a pretty long list” Daryl says and yes it is - and they put Isabelle on top. Like he doesn’t have so many other death’s weighing heavy on him. My poor baby boy. It’s not your fault.

- Daryl in the night club I am OVULATING again. GODDAMN this man has me wrapped around his thick ass finger goodbye and ofc they’re singing lady marmelade LOL voulez vous coucher avec moi? Non, mais avec Monsieur Daryl

- laurent should find another dad in codron they even speak the same language

- they found daryl’s audio recorder laying around … just like that? Where are we, in a soap opera?

- lousang is just a far cry villain at this point and nobody can convince me otherwise

- Daryl leaves Carol alone a lot in this episode. She feels so unimportant idk

- “Everybody I love is gone, fucking except for you!” Ring a bell? Yeah, they fucking pulled an Ellie from The Last of Us again. I’m so tired. So, so tired.

- Ash calls Carol out and it’s great and he’s so right, Manish acts his soul out

- yup I think Ash is gonna be the next dad for Laurent

anyway heres a pic from my chubby babycat to calm the nerves 🩷

[onefail-at-atime]

I'm sorry, but if the Book of Carol completely erases her life with Ezekiel and her loss of Henry, I'm going to be upset.

Of course, I understand that she's using the idea of Sophia to get Ash to fly her to France, BUT if they only show flashbacks of Sophia's death or only mention her marriage to Ed, that's erasing 5 seasons of character development. It may sound mean, but I want all that grief to be a part of this season. The grief of how she lost Sophia and went on to survive in tribute only to come to such a low point that she didn’t want to be around anyone, that she wanted to to off into the middle of nowhere, that she didn't even care if she died.

Then, she pulled herself from that to fight for her found family and to protect all the Virginia communities. She allowed herself to be happy with Ezekiel and even came to accept Henry as her son, despite knowing the dangers of the world and knowing what could happen to him.

Regardless of who you ship Carol with, that part of her life was such a major part in her later development and the cause of her downward spiral that prompted her to spend months at sea away from most everyone she knew.

[wolvietxt]

Could you write alexandria era Daryl and reader where his gf is insecure about being "unattractive" and that daryl could get any girl he wanted (even if daryl would never believe that lol) ? love you fics xx

DARYL wasn’t used to hearing you cry.  

sure, you got teary-eyed sometimes - when you were overwhelmed, when someone did something unexpectedly kind, even during a few of the stories he’d told you about merle when you’d asked - but this? this was different.  

this was quiet. not the kind of crying where you let it out, but the kind where you were trying to hold it in.  

he found you sitting on the edge of the bed, hunched over, hands gripping the blanket like you were grounding yourself. your head was ducked low, hair hiding your face, but your shoulders trembled just enough for him to notice.  

his chest tightened.  

"what’s wrong?"  

you stiffened at his voice, hurriedly rubbing at your face before looking up. your eyes were red-rimmed, your nose a little pink, and you were smiling - like you could just pretend nothing happened.  

"nothing," you said quickly, voice a little too light.  

he frowned. "sure don’t look like nothin’."  

"i’m fine, daryl."  

his eyes narrowed. "nah. somethin’ happened. what is it?"  

you inhaled sharply, like you were bracing yourself, then shook your head. "it’s stupid."  

he stepped closer, boots scuffing against the floor. "you know i don’t care."  

your fingers twisted into the blanket, and for a second, you just stared at your lap. then, so quietly he almost missed it, you muttered, "sometimes i just don’t get why you’re with me."  

daryl blinked. the hell?  

his frown deepened, confusion flickering in his eyes. "what?"  

"it’s just…" you exhaled shakily, not looking at him. "you could have anyone."  

daryl stared, brows furrowing like he hadn’t understood the words.  

"what the hell are ya talkin’ about?"  

you swallowed hard. "you’re - " your voice wavered, and you looked away. "you."  

his scowl deepened. "yeah, and?"  

"you’re - " you gestured vaguely, like that explained everything. "you’re… good-looking."  

he actually flinched.  

"what?"  

"you are, daryl," you said, voice small. "and i’m not. and sometimes, i just… i don’t understand why you’d wanna be with me when you could have - "  

"stop."  

his voice was rough, immediate.  

you startled, looking up at him with wide eyes.  his jaw was clenched, his hands twitching by his sides like he didn’t know what to do with them.  

"first off," he said gruffly, "i ain’t good-lookin’."  

you opened your mouth to protest, but he cut you off.  

"second," he continued, "i couldn’t have anyone. never could."  

you frowned. "yes you could, daryl. if you wanted to - "  

"don’t wanna," he snapped, frustrated.  

you flinched, and his face instantly softened. he exhaled hard, rubbing the back of his neck.  

"don’t want anyone else," he muttered. "only ever wanted you."  

your heart clenched, but doubt still gnawed at you. "why?"  

he scowled again. "why not?"  

"because - " your voice caught. "because i just don’t see what you see."  

daryl huffed, shaking his head. "ain’t ‘bout what you see. it’s ‘bout what i see."  

his voice softened, his hands finally moving - one tilting your chin up, the other brushing your hair away from your face.  

"and what i see?" his thumb traced your cheek, his voice so damn sure. "prettiest damn girl i ever laid eyes on."  

your breath hitched.  

he wasn’t saying it just to say it. daryl didn’t lie.  

"you’re just sayin’ that," you whispered.  

his expression darkened, fingers tightening just a little, like he was annoyed you’d even think that.  

"don’t say shit i don’t mean," he muttered. "ain’t never been good at that."  

your lip trembled. "but - "  

"no but," he cut in. "ya think i’d be here if i ain’t want ya? think i’d waste my damn time if i ain’t love ya?"  

your stomach flipped. he didn’t say that often - not in words, anyway.  

"love ya more’n anything," he murmured. "don’t give a shit what you think you look like. you’re mine and you’re cute as fuck."  

a small, broken noise slipped from your throat, and daryl reacted instantly, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you into his chest. you clung to him, burying your face in his shoulder as the rest of the tears spilled out.  

he held you tighter, murmuring, "ain’t goin’ nowhere."  

and you believed him.

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Norman Reedus on Daryl and Carol's reunion on TWD: Daryl Dixon - The Book of Carol 2.04 La Paradis Pour Toi

[emeryhiro]

TWD: The Book of Carol - S02 EP4 - Le Paradis Pour Toi

"We took Daryl at a moment where you know he's locked in jail, the whole fight, everything he's fought for... he's lost, he's at his lowest moment like everything is gone... and then boom, the one person in the world that he needs is like right there" - Norman Reedus, NYCC

[mcbride]

Sophia. SOPHIA!!! Sooophia. Muffin.

THE WALKING DEAD 2.07 Pretty Much Dead Already TWD: DARYL DIXON - THE BOOK OF CAROL 2.01 "La Gentillesse des Étrangers"

[bambidixon]

You can hate on DD Daryl all you want, but there’s no place safer than in his lap. His hugs are the best—he feels so comforting when his arms are around you. His touch is warm and gentle as he keeps you close. He would kiss the top of your head and your forehead. I'm sure he just feels like home.

Sure, he’s changed a lot I miss the old Daryl too, but let’s be real, he’s an older man now HE’S DADDY.

[emodarylss]

Oh god

[rememberwhouare]

Daryl Dixon, in his wise man era.

[daimiyamoto]

MANISH DAYAL as Ash Patel

THE WALKING DEAD: DARYL DIXON — THE BOOK OF CAROL Moulin Rouge

[darylscigarettesmoke]

Who is gonna be Laurent’s dad?

Now, when it comes to Laurent, people have one opinion: He’s set up to be Daryl’s adopted son since season 1 of his spin-off. But what if there’s someone else in the picture, who could take the boy under his wings?

The following contains spoilers for Daryl Dixon season 2 (I haven’t seen all episodes yet, this is based on Spoilers I read online)

Back in season 1 of Daryl’s spin-off, Daryl meets Laurent and is supposed to protect him. During the journey across the post-apocalyptic France, they start to bond, so much, that he decides to miss his boat back home to stay back and save him. Now, Daryl being Daryl - he’s always been great with kids - teaches Laurent basic survival skills, how to gut a gut a fish, we even see how he teaches him American Baseball. Laurent has clearly become important to him during his (short) time in France.

Now, Laurent being Daryl’s adoptive son makes sense for Daryl, storytelling-wise. Daryl’s a father - but not just any father, he’s the father of a bright, young boy. I’d love to see Daryl as a girl-dad, that would be freaking adorable, but taking care of a boy would make sense for his character. Having grown up with an abusive Dad himself, having a son would probably heal Daryl’s inner child in ways a daughter couldn’t. This is shown in an episode in season 1 when Laurent cuts his boat loose - Daryl lashes out on him, calls him names, says he’s worthless - and then he stops himself, hugs Laurent and says he didn’t mean it. With a son he can grow, he can heal, and he can break the “Dixon”-curse and pass on the great morals and values he’s come to achieve during his character arc.

Also, Laurent is everything Daryl wasn’t as a kid. Book-smart, educated, shielded from the world, well protected, religious. He totally contradicts what Daryl always stood for - which is why they can benefit from one another. Through Laurent, Daryl learns to appreciate the spiritual side of things, through Daryl, Laurent learns how to navigate the cruel and harsh world they find themselves in without losing himself.

Having Laurent as a son would be the perfect conclusion to Daryl’s character arc. Only that we haven’t seen the end of his arc yet.

But there’s someone else. A parent. A father. A man who lost his own son. Ash.

We don’t know a lot about Ash. His character’s sole purpose is to bring Carol to France, where she wants to find Daryl.

But we know he is compassionate, a warmhearted man - and a father who lost his son and is still not over his grief, living alone near his son’s grave, which he visits every morning. At the end of season 2, I believe, he escapes with Laurent on the plane to fly back to America. Daryl and Carol stay back.

Since we don’t know if Manish Dayal (the actor who plays Ash) is part of DD: S3, we have to assume that his character arc is complete. A grieving father, who travels abroad due to Carol’s lies, finds himself in chaos, and returns to America with a new son and a newfound purpose as a reward or a recompense for all he had to endure during his travels - it would be the perfect circle and a perfectly tied up character arc.

With Daryl Dixon Season 3 and possibly a Season 4 coming, it’s clear that Daryl’s character arc is not complete yet and that he still has a way to go. Laurent is not coming along to Spain and it might be a while until Daryl and Carol make their way back to the states - if ever.

Daryl’s and Laurents bond is undoubtedly strong, but we also have to take into consideration what Norman Reedus himself said in that Entertainment-Weekly interview (that was about the Isabelle-kiss, but it also fits here)

Rick had a family. Glenn has a son, even though he never got to see him.

So maybe, just maybe, Daryl’s happy ending is still somewhere out on the horizon.

[onefail-at-atime]

I'm already half in love with Ash.

[daddydixonscrossbow]

My own little blurb about writing reader into Season 2 Episode 4 | The Walking Dead: Daryl Dixon, The Book Of Carol.

Gif from: theewalkindead on tumblr

!!! POTENTIAL SPOILERS BELOW !!!

“Go! Go!” You yell to Carol, waving her off, “I got these three!”

She nods, running off into the building. You let out a grunt as you kick the one walker back, stabbing the other with your knife.

The third comes up and you duck, spinning around to knock its leg out from under it, finish it off with your knife to its skull.

The third one falls to the ground, dead, and you take off running in the direction Carol ran.

“Hey, hey we gotta-“ you freeze in your tracks, seeing Daryl standing there was a shock. You almost felt like you were hallucinating, “W-wha-“

Daryl steps away from Carol and meets you halfway.

You fall into the embrace you never thought you’d feel again, but this moment right here, right now, is what made you happy as hell that you held onto that little sliver of hope.

“What are ya’doin’ here?” Daryl leans back, cupping your face with his hands as he sniffles, “Oh my god.��� He pulls you back in, “Are y’good?”

He leans back out to examine the gash on your cheek but you swat his hands away, “I should be askin’ you that.” You reach up, running your thumb gently over his beat up face, “I knew you were still alive.”

“Yeah, yeah, m’still kickin’.” He shakes his head, quickly turning his attention to the gunshots growing closer, “C’mon.”

He looks back at Carol while giving your hand a squeeze, “We gotta move. Now.”

——

Here’s a kiss for likin’ and rebloggin’💋

[wolvietxt]

𝓢OFT 𝓔DGES !

pairing : daryl dixon x reader warnings : fluff, slight hurt / comfort wc : 1.7k a/n : little filler fic while i write my logan series :3

the first time it happened, neither of you really knew how.  

it was late, the fire burned low, and most of the group had already shuffled off to bed. you were sitting across from daryl, neither of you talking much, just existing in the shared quiet that came easier than most things did nowadays. the crackle of embers filled the silence between you, soft and soothing.  

you glanced at him, his face half-lit by the dying light, shadows carving out the planes of his features. his posture was as rigid as ever, shoulders tight, hands fidgeting with the frayed edge of his shirt sleeve. he caught your gaze and raised a brow, muttering, “what?”  

“nothing,” you said quickly, shaking your head. “just… you look like you haven’t slept in days.”  

his scoff was soft. “look who’s talkin’.”  

you couldn’t argue with that. sleep had been a luxury lately, the kind of thing you thought about wistfully but rarely indulged in. the weight of exhaustion pressed heavy on you both, worn into your bones, but neither of you made a move to head inside.  

“guess we’re both a mess,” you murmured.  

his lips twitched into something that wasn’t quite a smile but close enough. “yeah. guess so.”  

you fell silent again, but the stillness wasn’t uncomfortable. it was… familiar. in a way, it felt like company - good company - was the only thing holding you together some nights. eventually, the fire died down completely, and the chill of the night crept in.  

you rubbed your arms, shivering a little. daryl’s eyes flicked to you briefly before he stood up, muttering, “c’mon. it’s cold.”  

you blinked at him. “what?”  

“you stay out here, you’re gonna freeze,” he said, already heading towards the small cabin the group had claimed for the night.  

you followed him inside, mostly out of confusion, and found yourself lingering as he dropped onto the cot he’d claimed earlier. his boots hit the floor with a dull thunk, and he looked over at you, brows furrowing.  

“you just gonna stand there?”  

“where else am i supposed to go?” you asked, crossing your arms.  

he huffed, shoving himself to the far side of the cot. “ain’t rocket science. there’s room here.”  

your eyes widened slightly. “you want me to - ”  

“didn’t say i want nothin’,” he interrupted, voice low. “just figured you’d be better off not sleepin’ on the damn floor.”  

there was no real way to argue with that, so you swallowed your hesitation and perched awkwardly on the edge of the cot. he didn’t say anything, just rolled onto his side and pulled the blanket over himself.  

you laid down slowly, keeping as much space between you as you could on the narrow cot. it was fine - quiet, awkward, but fine - until you started to drift off, and your hand brushed against his.  

you tensed immediately, but he didn’t move away. didn’t say anything either. the warmth of his skin seeped into yours, grounding in a way you didn’t know you needed. after a moment, you let your fingers curl slightly, brushing against his again.  

he shifted just enough to press his palm against yours.  

you fell asleep like that, hands barely touching, and woke up with his arm slung over your waist, your head tucked under his chin.  

after that night, it happened more often than not.  

you didn’t talk about it - didn’t need to. daryl wasn’t the kind of man who used words to explain himself, and you weren’t exactly great at starting conversations either. the first few nights, you both kept a respectful distance, careful not to overstep. but over time, the gaps closed.  

he didn’t pull away when your hand found his again. he didn’t flinch when your head rested against his shoulder. and when his arm looped around your waist to pull you closer, you didn’t hesitate to lean into him, letting his steady warmth soothe the ache in your chest.  

it became routine.  

no matter how long the day was or how much tension lingered between you during the hours of sunlight, when the night came, you ended up tangled together. neither of you really had to say it, but the need was mutual - silent and unspoken, but mutual.  

one night, you found yourself tracing the faint scars on his forearm, your fingers light as a feather. he didn’t stop you, just watched in silence. when you looked up at him, his gaze was unreadable, softer than you’d ever seen.  

“what?” you whispered.  

he shook his head, barely perceptible. “nothin’.”  

but his arm tightened around you, and he pulled you closer, his chin resting on the top of your head. you didn’t press further. whatever he was thinking, he wasn’t ready to share it yet, and that was okay.  

because lying there, wrapped up in him, was enough.

the run had gone sideways before it even really started.  

what was supposed to be a simple supply run had turned into a mess of bad luck and bad timing. walkers everywhere, collapsing buildings, and the kind of chaos that left your adrenaline buzzing long after you’d made it back to camp.  

daryl hadn’t let you out of his sight the whole time, his hand shooting out to grab your arm or yank you behind him whenever things got too close for comfort. not that you needed him to - years of surviving on your own had sharpened your instincts - but he didn’t seem to care.  

“next time, yer stayin’ behind,” he grumbled as the two of you stumbled through the front gates, the night air heavy with tension.  

“like hell,” you shot back, wiping blood and grime off your face.  

he glared, but the exhaustion in his eyes dulled the edge. “ain’t arguin’ with ya right now.”  

fine by you. you were too tired to argue either, and the ache in your legs was proof enough that you needed rest. by the time you both trudged into the cabin, the rest of the group had settled down, their voices distant murmurs.  

you kicked your boots off and dropped onto the cot without much thought, your body already anticipating the pull of sleep. daryl hovered for a moment, watching you with an unreadable expression before sitting down heavily beside you.  

“you okay?” he asked gruffly, his voice softer than usual.  

“i’m fine,” you muttered, though your hands were still trembling slightly.  

he didn’t look convinced. “you sure? looked like you were ‘bout to - ”  

“i’m fine, daryl.” you cut him off, sharper than you meant to.  

his jaw tightened, but he didn’t push further. instead, he let out a rough sigh and leaned back, his weight shifting the cot just enough that you felt it.  

the silence stretched, heavy and awkward, until you finally broke it.  

“you didn’t have to keep pulling me out of trouble, you know.”  

he snorted, leaning down to untie his boots. “yeah, i did.”  

you turned your head to look at him, confused. “why?”  

he shrugged, like the answer was obvious. “’cause if somethin’ happened to ya, i’d lose my damn mind.”  

the admission hung in the air between you, uncomfortably raw. you opened your mouth to respond, but no words came. instead, you shifted closer, hesitating for a moment before resting your hand on his arm.  

he stilled, his eyes flicking down to where your fingers brushed against his skin.  

“you don’t have to worry about me,” you said softly. “we’re both still here. that’s what matters.”  

he scoffed, though it lacked any real bite. “ain’t that simple.”  

“why not?”  

he turned his head to look at you, the shadows in his eyes deeper than you’d ever seen. “’cause it just ain’t.”  

your hand slid down his arm until your fingers found his, curling around them. his hand tensed briefly before relaxing, his grip tightening around yours like he was afraid to let go.  

“you don’t have to carry everything alone, you know,” you whispered.  

“ain’t got a choice,” he muttered, his voice low.  

“you do,” you said firmly, shifting closer until your forehead rested against his shoulder. “you’ve got me.”  

for a moment, he didn’t respond, the weight of your words pressing heavy against him. but then his free arm looped around your waist, pulling you into him in a way that felt both protective and vulnerable.  

“yeah,” he said quietly. “guess i do.”  

the tension in the room eased slightly, though the vulnerability lingered. you stayed like that for a while, your head on his shoulder, his arm around you, until the chill of the night seeped in and you both shifted to lie down.  

as you settled against him, your head on his chest and his heartbeat steady beneath your ear, you felt the faint tremor in his hand as it rested on your back.  

“you’re shaking,” you murmured.  

“ain’t nothin’,” he muttered.  

you didn’t call him out on it, but you didn’t pull away either. instead, you let your fingers trace idle patterns along his arm, your touch light but deliberate.  

“daryl,” you said after a long pause, your voice barely above a whisper.  

“what?”  

“i mean it. you don’t have to do this alone. not anymore.”  

his breath hitched slightly, and you felt him press his face into your hair, his grip on you tightening.  

“ain’t used to this,” he admitted, his voice muffled. “don’t even know what the hell i’m doin’ half the time.”  

you tilted your head up to look at him, your eyes searching his face. “you’re doing fine.”  

his lips quirked into the faintest hint of a smile. “that so?”  

“yeah,” you said, resting your head back against his chest. “better than fine, actually.”  

he huffed softly, the sound somewhere between disbelief and relief.  

“you’re somethin’ else,” he muttered, his fingers brushing lightly along your spine.  

you smiled against his shirt, the warmth of his words settling deep in your chest. “so are you.”  

the two of you fell silent after that, the exhaustion of the day finally catching up to you both. but as you drifted off, tangled together in a way that felt more like home than anything else ever had, you couldn’t help but think that maybe - just maybe - you were finally starting to understand what it meant to not be alone. 

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"I was ready to give up, thought it was all over." "You and me both." TWD: DARYL DIXON - Season 3 Teaser Trailer

[emeryhiro]

Carol x Daryl: The look of love ♡