Inspired by all of the McReedus feels from the TWD cast's Conan appearance back in February, a creative imagining of what happened behind the scenes and afterwards.
McReedus story.
When an accident on set happens, it sends Norman on a panicked search for information where unplanned revelations are made.
She’d shoved the registration paperwork in front of his face with a brief run down on how shit worked there – the condominiums they’d cleared for housing while residential areas were repurposed for other shit like clinics and farming and schools. She’d explained that there were three buildings – singles, family and married couples without kids – and he’d done something stupid.
Like registered her as Carol Dixon.
McReedus fic.
Norman and Melissa have to work hard to keep their little secrets while living so much in the public eye.
(I'm always bad at summaries...you know this...)
Carol Peletier is a very wealthy socialite, with money to burn, but sometimes finding somebody to burn that money with can be difficult.
Daryl is a high-end escort. He can make up to 10K a night sharing his company, and talents, with women who don’t have time to fuss with romantic entanglements.
Aaron's arrival and offer of safety brought about changes, but none so much as for the two already damaged survivors who first met when the world all fell apart, Carol Pelletier and Daryl Dixon. Will these changes draw them closer together or will they drift apart as they navigate new lives and responsibilities in the ASZ?
My collection of one-word prompts received on Tumblr following the S5 premiere. These are posted in no particular order and do not necessarily connect from one chapter to the next.
This is going to be a Mc Reedus story, probably a slow burn of how their relationship changes from a strong friendship to things neither of them are ready to recognize, things that have probably always been there, but they have both been hurt enough in their lives as to let it go that easily.
After encountering the megaherd, Daryl and Carol get separated from the group, and with walkers swarming from every direction, they head west to try and outrun the danger. Neither of them pray anymore, and when they can’t run any farther, all they can do is wait for either death or deliverance. Their guardian angels, it turns out, wear familiar faces and carry assault rifles.
{{ McReedus fic for filters }} Melissa says more than she intended during an improvisation within a Caryl scene.
