"There comes a time in every person's life where you have to make the decision to stay and fight or throw in the towel. Carol Peletier knew that she was at that point the moment that Rick had left her on her own in a ramshackle subdivision miles from the prison. This realization hit her so hard that she had to pull the old station wagon she had been driving to the side of the road because her hands were shaking so badly."

It wasn't too deep, but it wouldn't stop bleeding everywhere and for some reason Daryl couldn't find Carol. She was always the one who took care of him when he was injured and he had gotten used to the way she did things. 

"The stars," she whispered. "Just look."

"I'm looking," he responded.

She shook her head, "But you're not seeing them."

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Snapshot, or should I say, "smut" shot of a moment between Carol and Daryl while in Alexandria. As always, nothing about this show is mine except for the situations that I place the charcters into. 

It had been weeks, fucking weeks since he had had time alone with her. He was on the edge and the only person that could bring him back was her. If somebody had to get shot for him to have a moment alone with her then so be it. He was that desperate. He had tasted the exotic fruit and he was hopelessly addicted. If only he could find her...

Inspired by the Jimmy Kimmel show that aired on 3/19/15. Norman helps distract Mel from her fear of crowds. 

The beat up truck coasted to the side of the road and Daryl wanted to kick it in frustration. He was so sick of Merle driving all of the gas out of the truck and not putting anything back in. Sometimes he felt like he was the oldest at the age of thirty instead of Merle who was thirty-six.

Just a little oneshot I did of McReedus. This was 2014 at San Diego Comic Con when all those lovely McReedus pics came out. 

AU Caryl oneshot...Just a scene or a snapshot really of them as newlyweds. Super sweet with light smut. I own nothing from The Walking Dead. 

He sat for so long under the shelter of the covered porch, blue eyes never drifting from her tiny form, that his thighs were beginning to grow numb. She thought herself alone, but he saw her. 

He always saw her. 

Daryl adjusted his camera as he stood outside of the country club smoking a cigarette. Getting a call to photograph his own high school reunion had been the last gig he had expected and it was the last place he wanted to be, but he made it a habit never to turn down a gig if his schedule allowed it. He didn't give a shit about seeing any of these people... 

"Daryl couldn't think straight. Here was Beth, right in his face going on and on about all of this stupid shit that meant absolutely nothing to him. Why didn't she realize that there were more important things to worry about than playing dumb ass drinking games? She was pushing his buttons and if he didn't get away from her he was going to snap."

"Things had gone wrong, so very wrong. It wasn't supposed to happen this way, not at all. She wasn't supposed to be here and he shouldn't have allowed her to stay when there had been so many unknowns."

Season 5, oneshot. Set during the ep where Carol and Daryl head toward Grady to find Beth.

He just didn't have the balls to tell her. He'd thought about it.. Thought about it so hard that it damn near drove him nuts. And after thinking about it almost constantly over the past two months, he was finally going to sit her down and tell her how he felt.

He didn't know if she felt the same way, but he was tired of pretending.

"What are you doin'?" He asked suspiciously.

"So do you prefer top or bottom?" Carol asked with a cheeky smile.

"From her position she could see his tool belt riding low on his waist, a hint of white boxers peeking over the top when he shifted. He had a tattoo on his back, some sort of design that she couldn't quite make out, but she didn't really care. He was every bit the focus of every single woman's fantasy and she had front row seats."