She leans in over the desk between them, over the files spread wide. Pictures of kids, drug pellets. Heroin spilling from tied condoms, balloons. “Don’t talk bad about these officers,” she says. Her voice is quiet but firm. “Former or otherwise. Remember, I’m your superior. Whether you like it or not.”

AU: Carol and the gang are all cops

“Want for something you’ve been denied so often in this harsh life and it becomes a fixation. She and Rick and Daryl are all the same now—they grab hold of things and cling to them like people possessed.”

future Alexandria fic

"Carol gets flashes of the grove in unexpected places. Sometimes, in the moments before sleep, she smells pecans and brown sugar roasting. She dreams of the tea-kettle whistling and the way the blood clung to Mika’s shirt so heavy and spreading. She wakes to the smell of smoke and the sound of Lizzie’s laughter as her cowboy boots crunched over the frail autumn grass."

5x10 rewritten

AU: "If someone told her back then she’d be running Ed’s piece of junk dive bar, she’d have told them to go straight to hell. She hated alcohol. Hated crowds. But then Sofia died and a while later Ed went off to prison. The bar just sort of fell into her hands…

Things change. Time changes people."

 “If there’s one thing Daryl knows, it’s how to fight. How to be angry. He’s been doing it his whole life and he sure as hell isn’t going to stop now.”

AU: Prison Caryl. But actual prison and no ZA.