Hi pretties :)
I like to think that the streets of NY have made me tough but I cry like a baby whenever these two dorks look at each other, so maybe not so much :P I also read too many books, watch too much tv, and spend more time in the movie theater than I do my own home, so chances are at any point of the day I'm crying over some fictional character (and it's most likely Carol, but I digress)
Fanfiction is a gateway to a heaven and a highway to hell all wrapped up in one, and I love reading/writing it in either form. Some of my AU ideas are a little...out there, but I hope you like them anyway. And any "canon" setting fic I write is pretty much relentless, but that's because I love the ugliness and brutality of the TWD world.
I should probably add in a general warning for my fics that I ship Richonne to the depths of my soul so theres like a 99.999999% chance that they'll show up at some point. As well as the strong female friendships that I CRAVE, I like to stick them into my fics too!
But more than Caryl I love Carylers, you dudes are pretty much the coolest and I love being a part of this community. So please please PLEASE feel free to drop me a PM here (or come visit my tumblr!) and chat with me about the show, Carol/Caryl, fics, literally anything!!
Thanks for stopping by! xx
From their reunion outside of Terminus on, drabbles surrounding canon Caryl moments.
The whipping rain outside had nothing on the storm that festered within him at her touch.
Ever the optimist, Daryl figures they could use a little reassurance, and a lot more luck.
Even the best days end in blood.
Pleasure & Pain challenge entry!
“No,” she repeated, “You can’t fix me. I’ll just burn you.”
Dealing with the aftermath of Atlanta, the group begins their trek towards Virginia, but every bump in the road leaves a mark.
In a moment of pause at the ASZ, Daryl and Carol find the time to explore what's been building up between them.
“Guess it’s a good thing I never found you that night. I don’t know what kind of trouble we would have gotten into if we rode off into the sunset together.”
For the NineLives AU Prompt-a-Thon, ft. the Wild West Caryl prompt.
Daryl comforts Carol during the events of 5.09
In the middle of the room is a squat artificial evergreen tree sitting on the table they use for council meetings, dwarfed by the bags and boxes under its branches. There's a paper chain draped over it, with bits of old tinsel clinging to the branches. It’s beautiful.
It’s the nicest Christmas he can remember.
A couple of bottles of alcohol, a starry night sky, and a midnight confession.
Drabbles and ficlets surrounding Caryl.
AU meetcute oneshot. Daryl and Carol meet while soberly babysitting some drunk friends at a party. Hilarity ensues.
“Do you believe in confession, Father?”
“No,” he said, resolute as he tore his eyes from the crucifix. “This world is only filled with punishment.”
Daryl wants to try but Carol can't let herself. So where does that leave them?
There were some things that were just off limits. Like eating raw batter while she baked her fourth batch of cookies that week. But Daryl was never one to follow the rules.
"...I’m not having another Terminus on our hands. When we all get out of this we’re gonna make sure it’s finished. Michonne will get the girls. But if Carol’s with Beth they already have a hell of a chance of making it out on their own.”
"What's worse, dear?" the woman's whisper was cold against her ear, fingers pressing hard into her shoulder. "The evil that chases us or the one that sits inside us, waiting so quietly that we don't know it's there until it's been let out?"
Her body slammed into something sturdy but soft. Smoke and gasoline filled her nose as she pulled away from the figure. She barely looked at him, not even registering his grunt as she tried to propel herself off him in a hurried fluster to continue down the hall to homeroom.
A wild High School AU Caryl fic based on every John Hughes movie you've ever loved.
Entry for the NineLives Anniversary Challenge!!
“It’s Carol’s. An anniversary gift from her husband,” his voice whispered to the wind as Daryl examined it, laying it gently in his palm.
He remembered the last time he noticed it.
This was my submission for the USS Caryl Heaven and Hell and Everything Inbetween Challenge! Inspired by the lyrics to Woman King by Iron & Wine
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