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thewalkingdeadband · 1 year

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Review on twd 11.22 (next week for 11.23 even if im already spoiled)

Also sorry, im not an english native speaker, im on my phone and in a rush..and it ended up being long! Sorry

What a great episode, though not perfect. A lot of things seems rushed: for instance "oh shit its 11.22 we need to bring back Luke and Jules in a "oceanside's gone" type of way, so we can wrap up this whole storyline in less than 2 mns." Right. Right.

The callbacks: why did it take 4 seasons to bring up Benjamin again ? For 4 seasons it seemed like only Henry (whom i loved) mattered and now we re remembered that yeah, Benjamin was also Zeke's adopted son. He wasnt in the show for long i know but he made an impact. Hell, his death is the reason Morgan went rogue again and then Richard died ect.

Dont get me wrong im happy Zeke talked abt him but i wish he had been mentioned more often. Same for Sophia, i love all those callbacks lately but it really screams end of series for me and i wish they didnt need the show to end to remember her. That said, these two callbacks still made me emotional as hell, its hard to explain. Especially when Carol said she missed Sophia and Henry and wish they could come back. I was a mess.

- Rosita is fucking bad ass in mama bear mode. But when this asshole said at the end you re going to lose everything, i dont know if we re supposed to believe he talks to all of them or just to her. If its just her, its frightnening: is she going to lose Coco, Gabe and Eugene all together? Is she going to die herself?

- Tyler: i remember watching the Princess centered bonus episode of s10 and hoping this guy would become more important. Im glad he kind of is.

- Donnie: well, if u ship them, u re gonna see things. They "shipbait" both ships a lot, with glances and touches than can be interpreted in lots of ways depending on who u ship Daryl with. I obviously believe that Carol should be the one, and i hate that they still havent made a choice by now. Just choose, stop playing with us. Or have him stay alone, but make it a choice. Not a "we re keeping things open" because we dont want one part of the fandom or the other giving up on watching the spin off. You know what i mean? Thats how i take it honestly. Like they didnt realise a lot of carylers and/or carol fans have decided not to watch anyway, because no Carol anymore.

So im afraid its gonna stay "open" for now. Hope im wrong, hope all the optimistics carylers are right. Im not a pessimistic one i just dont know what to think anymore. Carol is the one, this should have been settled ages ago, back in s5, or even s3, i dont know. Or even s7 after new best friends. Anyway, i hope i can come back here and give my apologies for being fed up with this, and saying that it was actually worth it to wait.

Negan: its becoming really hard to hate him now of course. I dont anyway, but yeah, they re finally giving him a proper (sort of?) redemption arc. Im sorry, but smirking in a evil way at Maggie's face (ending of "here's negan) or telling her "i would do the same if i had to do it all over again", or "hell i'd kill all of u this time" and never showing actual remorse is not a redemption for me. Being nice to Judith or Lydia (and i do know he saved Judith's life in s9b) isnt enough. But this, and last episode? This is starting to sound like it. The guy litteraly almost sacrified himself to save everyone and Annie and his baby, despite what Zeke had just told him!

- Ezekiel: obvisously did the right thing and there was no way he was letting Negan die after seeing all this. He's amazing.

- Carol and Maggie, the bad ass duo we all missed since 6.13. The mothers talking mother to mother. The best friends/sisters that have seen it all together. Carol is the one who wrote a letter to Maggie getting her to come back, remember. They've always been family and close, the show just forgot abt it for a while. Again, a bit late and rushed, but welcomed nonetheless. By rushed, i mean that it screams "end of series" as in u can totally imagine the writers panicking in the writing room "oh shit we need to have meaningful scenes between ogs or main characters ect"

Hell even negan and ezekiel have meaningful scenes, and they barely exchanged (if not at all?) Since s7.

- Eugene : now im really worried. Im so proud of him. Again: callback. He didnt say his name but Abe was on his mind no doubt during all of his speech. I remember thinking back in s7, no way he doesnt have a plan, no way he's really betraying after witnessing Abe being murdered like that and that emotional hug between them just a few scenes ago. But i was wrong. And i was right. He betrayed because he was scared to have the same end as Abe, witnessing his and Glenn's death is actually what made him so scared to stand up to Negan, it fucking traumatized him, he didnt have any plan until late (and Gabriel trying to bring him back and reason him, remember, and Sasha, too). He said all that very well, his cowardice, his need for safety, in his speech, a speech which gave me closure. This guy is so brave, so so brave. I love him so much. I never gave up on him. And im pretty sure he's gonna die. This whole arc screams (heroic?) death for me. I dont want to see him die, but im preparing myself hard.

To be honest im also worried for Rosita, Gabriel and/or Aaron. But that's another subject for another time.

Last but not least: with all these meaningful scenes/moments/talks/goodbyes between beloved characters, where is the caryl one? Talking abt the cave last episode briefly with hands touching, while nice, wasnt enough. I need something at least like in "a certain doom", even though it probably would not be enough granted these are the last episodes, but that would be the bare minimum.

I think because there was supposed to be a spin off with both, they didnt concentrate on them as much as we wish they had, using the time left to end properly everyone arcs, especially the ones that dont have a spin off.

But now that we have a daryl spin off instead of a caryl one, and with news/rumours (?) of last minute changes and reshoots, what can we expect?

Well, we'll figure it out very soon i guess.

Edit a few more thoughts:

- seeing the people cheering for Eugene, supporting the hero he became was very moving

- the ending scene with Negan/Ezekiel/Annie and that armitage hux wannabe made a lot of people thinking -rightfully- abt a parallel with s7ep01 (Annie pregnant instead of Maggie, Negan begging instead of Glenn...) but it also gave me WW2 vibes and it was scary as fuck. Seeing everyone gathering in front of Negan and Annie in support was something else..

- Mercer coming around in that last scene wasnt a surprise at all, but still a freaking relief

#sorry im in a hurry and tired #caryl #twd spoilers #twd family #eugene porter #and everyone else

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lokissuper · 3 years

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Need To Be Safe| Carl Grimes x Reader

Summary: Carl doesn't want reader to get hurt during the bombing of Alexandria.

Request: from @hannahlovesfinnick I was wondering if you could do a Carl x my oc (Hannah) request, you don’t have to use the name, you can use y/n if you want. So maybe you can do something that takes place in season 8 where Hannah and Carl go out together and Hannah is there where Carl finds siddiq and gets bit in canon. But instead since Hannah is there because her and Carl are dating, Carl doesn’t get bit and Hannah helps Carl and siddiq fight the walkers off and no one gets majorly hurt. So, like in canon, Carl takes siddiq to the sewers along with Hannah. And while Alexanderia is evacuating, Carl and Hannah have an emotional goodbye after he convinces her to go with them after a small argument with her wanting to make sure he’s ok and him wanting to protect her. So Hannah goes with the others and the rest goes as canon. after the saviours bomb Alexandria, it can maybe end with Carl meeting them in the sewers and it can be fluffy with him holding her and trying to reassure her that everything will work out for them and that their ok

DISCLAIMER! I never really followed the timeline at the beginning of season 8, was just kinda confusing. So if there is anything wrong then I apologize, but thank you for the request. I also listened to Easy Street on repeat to write this for some reason. I didn't proof read this because I was too excited to get it out.

Living in a world full of zombies was kind of a pain sometimes. I mean you could probably guess that it would. But growing up in during an apocalypse isn’t what I though my imagined my future.

Early on, my parents and I found a group and stuck with them. I found a boy my age and he became my best friend, Carl. His dad led us through the world of the unknown and protected us, especially me when my parents got bit.

It was when we were finally settling at Hershel's farm and a herd made it’s way through the fields. I didn’t know what happened until everyone reunited after the damage and saw that they weren’t there, along with Andrea. The adults tried to put on a brave face for me but I had matured to much that I knew they were dead. But when we found Andrea again I had a little hope in me that they were still out there, until I overheard her tell Rick that she saw them get taken down by walkers.

From then on I had the whole group looking out for me, including Carl.

Carl and I had been through a lot together, being there for him when he had to put his mother down, when it was confirmed mine were dead, and when Glenn and Abraham were brutally murdered by Negan.

I wasn’t there for the line-up, but just hearing about it made me realize that I couldn’t keep holding in my feelings for Carl. Especially in a world like our where something could happen to one of us any second.

So I told him and reciprocated. We’ve been dating ever since and continued to watch out for one another.

We were always looking for people to bring back to Alexandria, people who could help us in a great deal. So when Carl came back from a run with his dad and told me he found someone I was onboard. I was a little hesitant at first because of our war with the Saviors, but if Carl was confident then I was too. We went out to find the mystery person hopefully in the same place as last time.

We did find him. But surrounded by walkers.

So we helped him, Siddiq, with these walkers because he didn’t seem to know what he was doing. I killed the first one but then saw one cornering Carl and grabbed it off of him, pushing it to the ground. I then shot it in the head.

Siddiq showed gratitude to us for coming back for him, we asked him our procedure questions and were on our way to Alexandria. We knew Negan and the Saviors were going to be coming tonight, and it wasn’t going to end well.

Carl and I snuck Saddiq into the boarded town, and to the opening in the sewers Carl found to keep people safe. Saddiq thanked us again before climbing down the ladder to the sewers in which Carl and I followed so we could get him settled. We grabbed a cot, pillows and blankets so he was comfortable and gave him food. Carl and I left him down in the Sewers for a few hours before the sun started to set, and we knew what was coming.

Carl and I were standing watching the sun set from one of the watch towers when he started to speak.

“I want you down in the sewers tonight. I need to make sure your safe.”

I turned my head to him and furrowed my eyebrows. I was confused since we always fought through these types of things together, looking out to make sure the other was covered.

“No.” I said.

“It wasn’t a question. This is going to get out of hand and I can’t have you out here.” He said frustrated.

“Where is this coming from?” I asked.

Carl shook his head before responding,”You weren’t there that night. With Glenn and Abraham, seeing what Negan is capable of. We really made him mad this time.”

“Don’t you think I know that, I know he is a threat and dangerous. I know. I also wish I was there that night too. I wish I was there so bad it hurts, I know I shouldn’t but just the idea that something could’ve happened to you-” I cut myself off. “I’m not leaving you this time.”

He looked at me sternly, I could see in his eyes he understood where I was coming from but he still was standing with his choice.

“I don’t want to lose you either. But that is why I need you to be safe, where I know you will stay alive.” He said to me.

I fully turned to him now, growing angry with him.

“Not unless you come with me.” I said crossing my arms.

“I can’t, this is my show and I need to run it. Dad’s not here so I have to be.” He said.

I scoffed,”He’s going to kill you. If not you then everyone else, I understand where your coming from but if you die, then I die. End of story.”

Carl and I started to make our way down to the ground. Shaking his head on the way down, before he could say anything I spoke up again when I set my feet on the floor.

“I can’t lose you, your the only one I have.”

He looked at me and saw tears welling up in my eyes. He knew I still mourned my parents death and that I felt incredibly lonely even though I had him. He walked closer to me and brushed a piece of hair behind my ear.

“You have so many people looking out for you, so much family here. I can’t lose you either.” He spoke softly to me.

I looked him in the eyes and started to cry. I whispered, “Okay. I will go in the sewers. But as soon as things get hectic you bring you butt down there.”

Carl reached for my waist and pulled me toward him, smiling at me,”I understand.”

We walked hand in hand to the entrance to the sewers, everyone else had already been moved down there and I was the last one left. It was pretty dark out now and we had to hurry

I turned to Carl and brought him into a kiss, a passionate and loving kiss. One we hadn’t had yet in our relationship. I couldn’t go down there without kissing him, not knowing what was going to happen later. Our lips moved together and my arms were wrapped around his neck playing with the ends of his hair. Carl was slightly shocked with the power of the kiss but quickly wrapped him arms around my waist. I realized how much I loved him, even though we hadn’t said the three words to each other yet.

I pulled away from him but Carl joined our lips together again in a long peck. He pulled away but only enough so he could whisper into my lips, “I love you so much.” I smiled.

“I love you.” I pulled away from him fully. I looked at him one last time before turning to the sewer and climbing down the ladder.

The ground was trembling and my ears were in pain because of the noise. I thought for sure there was no world anymore above us.

The bombs were going off for a little bit now, I held Judith to my chest and hushed her to make sure she didn’t make any noises that could give us away. Not like they could hear her up on the ground especially with the sound of gunshots and grumbling of grenades.

Carl still hadn’t made his way down to the sewers yet, and it was far past safe from what I was hearing. Which meant Carl was either taken, dead, or just plain stubborn. I tried not to think about it to much, because Judith needed me right now. I was cooing to her when I heard the steel trapdoor to the sewers opened. We were told to be quiet when we heard to door open because we never knew if it was one of us or an enemy. But, when I saw my boyfriends sheriff hat I quickly get up to run to him but he out his finger over his mouth then pointed up. I quickly understood that there were saviors above us. He grabbed my hand that wasn’t holding Judith and lead my away from the entrance. When he deemed it far enough away he pulled me into a gentle hug, watching for his little sister in my arms.

I gently spoke in his ear,” We’re okay. Are you?”

He nodded.

I pulled away and pecked him on the lips before giving him Judith. I was so happy he was safe.

#carl grimes #carl grimes x reader #carl grimes imagines #The Walking Dead #Rick Grimes #judith grimes #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #neagan x reader #negan imagine #rick grimes x reader #carl grimes imagine #carl grimes fluff #carl grimes angst

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jdmorganz · 3 years

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Maggie Rhee Rant

Okay, so I’m going to do a bit of a rant on the character of Maggie for The Walking Dead. There are episode 3 spoilers in this, so please don’t click the read more option if spoilers bother you or if it is going to upset you hearing someone’s opinion on the character.

The first thing I want to talk about is the fandom. It really irritates me when you are talking about why you dislike Maggie and the first thing people do is they scream “misogynist!” – I like a lot of the characters on The Walking Dead that are female. There are so many good characters on The Walking Dead in fact. Michonne, Carol, Lydia, Princess, Yumiko, Judith, etc. I just don’t find Maggie very likable so when people scream misogynist when someone doesn’t like Maggie and they say that it is completely irrational for people to dislike her. That’s silly and ridiculous.

The next line that I’m sick of seeing is, “You only hate her because you like Negan” … no, I’ve never liked the character of Maggie. Even before the creation of Negan. I’ve always disliked her character. Stop trying to invalidate someone’s opinion just because they don’t agree with you. You don’t have to attack someone’s character just because they don’t like a character you do or vice versa.

Now onto the comments about Maggie this season....

Maggie abandoned Alexandria. The girl wanted nothing to do with them, until she needed something. Yet, when she arrives back into Alexandria, she expects to be in the leading role and wants these people to bend over backwards for her. Not only that, she brought he wrath of The Reapers onto these people. I understand people will defend “Well that’s her family…” it’s still screwed up.

Now onto their little journey to get food from Meridian. It was a horrible plan. So many people said it was a suicide mission. She brings Negan to “lead” them through the city. Negan tells her what the best option is MULTIPLE times to keep the people safe and because she hates him, she ignores him. I’m not someone that thinks Maggie should ever forgive Negan. It makes sense why she hates him. BUT HER HATRED IS GETTING PEOPLE KILLED. Instead of listening to Negan, she decides to do her own thing which leads to disaster after disaster. She was leading people to their deaths.

Maggie gets mad at Negan for leaving her (even though she just threatened to kill him five minutes earlier), but then decides it is okay to leave a teenager behind because they are a ‘liability’. Maggie. The boy was fucking scared. There was room to save him! You can’t convince me otherwise. They could have opened the door, pulled him in and closed the door. If that would have been her son who did the same thing, she would have risked everything to save him. It’s a sad day when even Negan was attempting to save Gage, but she let him die. First example of Maggie the hypocrite.

Maggie leads the group RIGHT into the hands of The Reapers, getting her entire group killed and also some of those in Alexandria. She was warned her plan was shit. She was told it was a suicide mission. Negan gave options to make it less dangerous, she ignored him and look where it led her.

This whole event was HER FAULT. The reapers marked her. She knew they were dangerous. She knew that things were bad. Yet, she still took this group right into the center of it all. Yet she has the audacity to tell Negan this is his fault. That he caused this. Maggie! I know it’s hard to blame yourself because let’s be honest (she never has) but you are the reason your friends are dead. It was your fault. It was your shit plan! Not Negan’s.

Then she goes and lectures Negan about how he doesn’t have the right to choose who lives and who dies because he’s awful blah blah blah! Okay. We just watched this girl let a teenager die. She GETS to pick who lives and who dies, yet she is going to lecture the one person who is trying to help her. God, this woman gets on my nerves so much because she is such a hypocrite.

Blaming Negan for everything going to shit? Yeah, Negan did shitty things, but Maggie you have too and you continued to make stupid decisions. This shit is a hundred percent her fault and listening to her go off about how it’s Negan’s fault when the people of Alexandria are still alive because of Negan irritates the hell out of me.

I like Negan because I’m a fan of morally gray characters where they can be both good and bad. But with Maggie, I have never been a fan of her hypocrisy. Is she a bad ass? Sure. Lauren is also a fucking fantastic actress, but overall, Maggie is very unlikable in my opinion and she is awful. Listening to her lecture Negan about her own faults is making me hate the character more. She can’t even blame herself for her own faults and that makes her character twice as frustrating.

Even on The Talking Dead when Josh called out Maggie on being a liability, he was right. She is. Her character is making shit decisions and it’s obvious.

I also want to add how she told Negan that it was impossible for him to change. Yet, it’s acceptable for her to change and it’s okay that she became dark? It just brings us back to that whole hypocrite thing.

#anti Maggie Rhee #The Walking Dead #rant #twd spoilers

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shimmershae · 3 years

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The more I think about it, the more “Find Me” feels like an echo of “Ghosts.”

Allow me to explain. In probably the most rambling and incoherent way possible, lol. My earlier post on Twitter about Season 10 being an exercise in grief and longing really got me to thinking. Not just thinking. Ruminating.

Anywho.

Posting the rest of this beneath a cut because nobody asked for this (I swear I haven’t imbibed or ingested any illegal substances).

It doesn’t take long for Carol to be established as an unreliable narrator in “Ghosts.” At first it isn’t completely obvious because there’s just enough fact in the fiction that Carol’s triggered brain stirs up. Daryl’s there and he’s concerned about her. He’s supportive. Both things he’d been before, especially since Henry’s death, but there are just enough elements in those chemically and grief induced hallucinations of hers that make you go--oh wait a minute. Like she’s having a break from reality but she’s desperately grasping for that which grounds her and that’s Daryl.

Am I making any sense here? I feel like I’m not.

Let me approach this from another angle.

Following the airing of “Find Me” various people mentioned that Daryl, similarly to Carol in “Ghosts” wasn’t exactly the most reliable narrator. That things weren’t necessarily as they seemed. The word toxic was bandied about but other than Leah giving Daryl an ultimatum to choose her over his family and Daryl dwelling in deep, longstanding depression? There wasn’t much else overtly deserving of that moniker.

Argh. I’m still not explaining myself well. Let me just jump right in the deep end of probable delusion here. Sometimes it’s fun to splash around, lol.

Wouldn’t it be wild—sad AF but still wild—if Leah was already dead when Daryl met her?

Bear with me here.

Like Carol in “Ghosts” Daryl is obviously struggling. He’s grief-stricken. His brother is lost to him and after he betrayed him no less. His close friend is mired in her own grief--she’s just lost her mate, probably recently discovered she was carrying RJ, and it wasn’t too long before that they had all lost Carl. And that’s not even considering Carol, who’s allowed herself to be pulled away, lured by the tantalizing chance of doing things right this time. Of rearing a child capable of surviving in the harsh world they live in. Another thing to remember is Daryl is not that far removed from his torture at Negan’s hands. So he’s more fragile than he’d willingly admit to anyone.

He’s searching the woods for a man that isn’t there. Now he’s no more aware that Rick was taken than the rest of Team Family, but he’s unwilling to give up hope and so he searches and because Rick’s not there and hasn’t been since shortly after that bridge blew up, Daryl’s doomed to always come up empty. To always feel disappointment. To never have his grief assuaged because as long as there’s no body in the form of a Walker, there’s still hope. Or plausible denial. Take your pick.

He’s tireless in his search. He’s methodical. He plots out the places he’s already scoured on a hand-drawn map. A map that just so happens to get ruined by an awful storm and Daryl seems to reach his breaking point, screaming out into the roar of that storm. Walking through the barrage, the harsh rain and the violent lightning, unconcerned for his safety.

Dude has a bit of a mental break. He’s undeniably emotional.

It’s not long after that he stumbles upon Dog. Or, more aptly, Dog stumbles upon him.

That puppy immediately lightens Daryl’s heavy heart and helping it find its way home gives him purpose. He’s a tracker after all. He could have easily traced Dog’s steps back to that cabin.

Funny that Dog was always coming to him. That he was roaming free in woods that were full of hidden dangers.

I don’t know about the rest of ya’ll but that cabin looked abandoned when Daryl first discovered it. Maybe not long abandoned, but it didn’t look inhabited by the living. And that’s the weird thing. How did that Walker get into the cabin? Did Leah just leave the door wide open for it? Did she also leave the door wide open for Dog to escape? Why was he always such an unaccompanied furry minor?

The thoughts swirling around in my brain, lovelies. They’re going to force me to go back and watch that fucking episode again aren’t they?

My point is that Dog essentially leads Daryl to the cabin. The Walker’s inside and then he stumbles upon Leah, who bursts onto the scene like she wants to be Sarah Connor or something. Daryl ends up in restraints and Leah questions him and ultimately lets him go and WTF, lovelies. Who does that in the ZA? As a woman all alone in a cabin miles from anybody else, in the company of a man she doesn’t know from Adam? If ever there’s a time to have stranger danger...

Right from the start, this chick doesn’t really add up.

So Daryl leaves the cabin. He resumes his search for Rick and he seems to give very little thought to this Leah or the cabin. Until Dog finds him again.

Strange isn’t it that he keeps stumbling back in her path around the times that Carol visits, when she draws further and further from his reach and closer to the fairytale he thinks she’s living at the Kingdom?

Did Daryl ever go to that cabin without following Dog? I can’t remember. The episode was beautifully shot but ultimately too painful to rewatch for my Caryl loving heart.

Anywho.

When Daryl and Carol come upon that cabin in the woods, Daryl’s flashbacks begin. They’re hazy around the edges and not as clearly defined as the moments he spends with Carol. Speaking of the moments he spends with Carol, how coincidinky that so many of them echo his moments with Leah? Or do we have it all backwards? Hmm?

Things are so convoluted sometimes on this fucking show it leads one to question their sanity.

Let me ramble out a few wild thoughts for you lovelies again and you tell me if I’ve completely lost it, lol.

What if Dog was simply an orphaned, abandoned Dog that found Daryl in the woods?

What if Daryl followed the trail Dog had traveled in reverse and stumbled upon the cabin?

What if the cabin was abandoned because Leah was already dead? What if she’d taken her own life? What if Daryl saw the cross/grave outside and the picture inside and his grief-stricken brain conjured up a whole tragic story for this woman, this Walker roaming around inside this house, and she became his coping mechanism? You know. Kind of like Rick did Lori when he had his own break with reality. They’ve all suffered so much, lovelies. They’ve all got PTSD. It’s just manifesting in different ways.

I mean, all of this would fit the label of sad that NR and others have given this little tale. It would even fit toxic because Daryl let grief and loneliness swallow him for a while.

As Carol pulls farther away from him, Leah just keeps popping up more and more.

Daryl essentially loses himself in his own fairy tale only it’s a nightmare painted in soft colors and Leah asking him to choose is basically his own psyche saying to him “do you wanna live here in this fantasy land and numb your pain or do you want to relive the awful reality of Rick being lost and Carol slowly fading from your life day by day?” And at first he’s like, you can’t make me make that choice because Daryl doesn’t want to give up hope, no matter how futile it seems. But then Carol makes what she tells him might be her final visit for a while and anger leads Daryl right back to that fucking cabin and oblivion. Back to the solitude of his tortured thoughts.

That note, lovelies. It felt like by choosing Leah he was choosing a lifetime of being alone more than it did him choosing the hope of a new love. That “find me” for all the world felt like he was willing hope to find him again. Hope in the form of love in the form of Carol.

Listen. I never said this would make sense, lol.

When Daryl gets back to that cabin, Leah is gone. Her picture is gone.

Truly it felt like she’d never been there.

Even more so when you consider how run down the cabin looks in present day when Daryl and Carol seek shelter in it.

I can’t help it. Some small part of me? Well, it thinks that Daryl told Carol about Leah (whether she existed or not) as a way to both make her feel better than he wasn’t out there in those woods completely alone and to maybe move the needle a little bit on the nature of their own relationship. Both in the past and present day.

And while he and Carol are struggling through the ever-shifting nature of their feelings for each other, Daryl has climbed out of his own darkness and found hope again in Judith and RJ. In the family he’s embraced again. In the communities. And he’s angry and unsettled because he wants the same for Carol but she doesn’t seem to want that for herself.

He still wants her to find hope.

He still wants her to find him.

He still wants her to find love and peace.

Help me, lovelies. These two have broken me, lol. I promise. I’m stone cold sober. A little, okay a lot, tired.

Wouldn’t it be wild, though? If Leah really wasn’t what she seemed? If she were a figment of a broken, lonely man’s tortured imagination?

Undeniably sad AF but wild all the same.

#The Walking Dead #Shae's thinky thoughts #Caryl speculation #Caryl #Carol x Daryl #Carol Peletier #Daryl Dixon #things that make me smile and cry #and giggle and giggle #for reasons

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walkerwords · 3 years

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“The Savior Sessions” Part 26 of 33 - Negan x GN!Reader

IMAGE CREDIT: AMC

SERIES MASTERLIST

Summary: Sickness is spreading in Alexandria, the reader searches for their lost love, and Negan meets the silent enemy.

Word Count: 4433

Warning: Swearing, Mentions of Blood

Song I Wrote To: “In This Shirt” by The Irrepressibles

Note: I am getting really excited about the final few parts of this! However, we have a bit to go! All official dialog is property of AMC and Skybound.

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Negan really hated Beta and he hadn’t said more than three words since they crossed paths.

After crossing into the Whisperer’s territory, Beta had fallen upon Negan quickly, disarming and blindfolding him. Negan wasn’t sure if the giant man was going to kill him, so he kept talking in hopes that the Beta would take him to the Alpha to decide his fate.

“Look, man, I have spent the last eight fuckin’ years locked up by your enemy,” Negan said. “I want them dead as much as you do, hell, probably even more. Their old leader fucked me up good once upon a time ago and I haven’t been in a very forgiving mindset since. You take me to your Alpha and I will spill every goddamn secret I know about those fuckers and beyond.”

“Too much noise,” Beta snarled at him.

“Right, you people are all about the whole vow of silence thing,” Negan said in a mock whisper. “I get it, it’s freaky as shit, but I get it.”

“I should just slit your throat and be done with it,” said Beta.

“Been there, done that,” Negan said. “It didn’t stick.” Even behind the blindfold Negan figured Beta was reaching for the knives on his belt. He wouldn’t blame him if he did want to kill him.

Negan had only been back in “I am Negan” mode for all of twelve hours and he had already started to hate himself for it. However, he had a job to do and this was the first step in doing so.

“The Alpha will decide your fate,” Beta said as the Whisperers who had hold of Negan pushed him forward.

“Fan-fucking-tastic,” Negan said. Beta whirled on him, ripping down the blindfold and Negan cringed at the sight of the man in the mask. Beta then shoved the cloth into Negan’s mouth tightly.

“Stop talking,” Beta ordered. Negan glared back at him and it was then that he could see what you must have seen as Beta stood above you with his hand on your throat. The thought of that, the thought of that monster’s hand on the person he loved, kept Negan on his feet and walking forward. He knew that you wanted to kill Beta, but Negan was starting to think that if you didn’t do it soon, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself.

Beta dragged him through the woods and when they came across the main camp, Negan relaxed further, slipped on a cocky smile, and started to plan.

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You and Carol were walking through the woods, both of you scanning for your respective targets.

You knew that she was looking for the horde and you didn’t care. All you wanted was to find Negan and if walking aimlessly around offered you some sort of clue, then you were going to do it. Daryl had tried to accompany her that morning, but you had stepped in and offered to go instead. Daryl was clearly worried about her, but you knew that she didn’t want comfort, she just wanted to work and find Alpha.

You were more than willing to give that to her.

That morning as you were getting ready to head out, you had stumbled across one of your emergency packs. You had begun to stash them around the house in case you had to leave suddenly with Negan. All three were accounted for which told you that he hadn’t even bothered to find one before he left. This only proved your theory that something was wrong and that he didn’t just leave.

On top of everything else, Aaron was now in contact with one of Alpha’s people. They called her Gamma and you didn’t like that he was speaking to her. If you had it your way, Gamma would be bleeding at your feet and not playing “frenemy”.

“I can see your wheels turning,” Carol said as you walked beside her. Your sword was swinging on your hip as her bow was level in her hand.

“I don’t think they’ve stopped since the world ended,” you said with a sigh. Carol nodded in agreement. “Can we be honest with each other, Peletier?” you asked.

“Always,” Carol said, snorting as you used her last name, something you always did when you first met her.

“I think we both know that we’re out here for different reasons,” you said.

“You always were the smart one,” Carol said. She then stopped walking and turned to you. “Are you going to tell me to back down?”

“I won’t tell you to stop hunting Alpha as long as you don’t stop me from taking out Beta.”

“He’s in your crosshairs, huh?” she said, continuing to walk.

“I don’t know why he’s gotten under my skin, Carol. I do know that that motherfucker is going to die by my hand even if I have to bite his damn jugular out.”

“Okay, Rick,” Carol said with a knowing look.

“Michonne told you that story too?”

“I think everyone’s heard it,” Carol said.

“I miss him so much,” you sighed as you climbed over a fallen tree.

“What do you think he’d do if he was here?” Carol asked.

“I think he would have shot Alpha the second she showed up at Hilltop.”

“I agree,” Carol said. “I feel like we’re running around with our heads cut off without him in this war.”

“Maybe we can learn something from the past. We won the last war, I don’t know why this one would be any different.”

“Negan wasn't evil,” Carol said. This stunned you for a moment and Carol caught onto it. “Surprised to hear me defend him?”

“A bit,” you admitted.

“You remember my husband?”

“Ed?” you asked. “How could I forget?” Carol’s dead husband was an abusive asshole that deserved what he got. You remembered how Shane was ready to throttle him and you were willing to help. Lori was the one to calm the both of you down before you murdered him. However, you knew that Shane had always been right about him.

“My husband didn’t care about me or our daughter. Ed was a horrible human being who preyed on the weak. Alpha is the same way. She doesn’t care who she hurts and she is willing to kill women, children, and anyone to get what she wants. Negan...he had a code. I don’t know if that makes up for all the things he did, but in my book, he’s a better person than Ed or Alpha.”

“I wish more people shared those thoughts,” you said.

“I can tell that you love him,” she said. “I can see it on your face and in your eyes. He’s...I guess he’s your sanctuary.”

“Is it wrong that I feel guilty for that?”

“For loving him?” she asked and you nodded. “No, (Y/N), it’s not wrong. I also want you to know that it's okay, no matter who it is.”

“Ezekiel said the same thing,” you said. Carol smiled at that. You didn’t know exactly what had happened between her and the King, but you knew they weren’t speaking as much and you figured they weren’t even together at all.

It wasn’t odd when parents broke up after the death of a child. You had seen it enough when you were a teacher. Carol was strong, but you did worry about Ezekiel.

“What’s your opinion on him, Carol?” you asked after a moment.

“On Negan?” she asked and you nodded. “Well, I am never going to forgive him for Glenn or Abraham, but I see that he’s changed. I know that he cared about Carl, and in his own way, respected Rick. I also know that he would never lay his hand on a child or a woman and if it came down to it, he would die for Judith. I think that regardless of what he’s done, at least we know he knows how to be a good man even if he hasn’t always been one.”

Nodding, you tried to keep your emotions in check, but the tears came quickly. You hunched over, feeling a loss and Carol grabbed you into her arms.

“I have no doubt he will come home to you,” she whispered. “Do not lose faith, my friend.”

“I need him,” you choked out.

“I know, honey,” Carol said. “I know.”

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You broke off from Carol not that long after her words of comfort.

Needing to be alone, you began the trek towards Hilltop. You weren’t exactly sure what you were looking for, but perhaps if you saw it you would know. Carol had mentioned that she wasn’t just looking for Alpha, but the horde as well. Daryl had seen it when Alpha had taken him to the cliff edge. The Whisperers had the largest weapon you could ever imagine and if they decided to use it, you weren’t sure many would survive.

However, you had your own weapon. That is if you could find him. Thinking back to the first day that you had spoken to Negan in his cell, Michonne had said that Alexandria could use him. Not just for a mental punching bag, but because he had run a community unchallenged for years. The Sanctuary, while it was a symbol of hate for Alexandria and the others, it was still proof that some people were born to be in power. Negan was the best shot you had at getting into Beta’s head. The only problem was that Negan may not want to help, not when he had come so far to become a better man.

“And now I’m the one wanting to make him relive that past life,” you muttered as you moved through the trees.

“Talking to yourself? Never a good sign,” a voice said. You recognized it immediately, turning towards the young woman who stepped around a tree. Enid leaned against the trunk, her knife on her hip and a large button-up around her shoulders. You recognized it as one of Alden’s shirts.

“I think a little insanity is healthy,” you offered, causing Enid to smile a bit. “How are you?” you asked.

“I’m getting there,” she admitted. You hadn’t spoken to her much since the fair. Here and there you would check-in, but you had been caught in Negan for months. That guilty feeling returned. “What are you doing out here?” she asked.

“I could ask you the same thing,” you said.

“I needed to get out before Alden wrapped me in plastic wrap.”

“He’s become a helicopter boyfriend?” you guessed, continuing to walk. Enid fell into step next to you.

“That’s a nice way of putting it,” she grumbled.

“Alden is just worried about you,” you said. “Rosita and Gabriel are doing the same with Siddiq.”

“Is he doing okay?”

“He’s been distracted with his daughter and I think that’s helping. Rosita says that he isn’t sleeping though,” you said.

“Neither am I,” Enid said. “I can’t get the look of Tara’s face out of my head. Seeing her die and then what they did with her body…” You reached out and took her hand in yours.

“I am so sorry you had to see that,” you said.

“I’ve seen people die before, but that… that wasn’t human, (Y/N),” Enid said. “I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep without the nightmares.”

“I wish I could do something to help you,” you said.

“You are, you’re talking to me and you’re still looking for the Whisperers,” she said. “That’s why you’re out here, right?” You paused, trying not to fully lie.

“Right,” you said, but Enid could see right through it.

“Or are you looking for Negan?”

“Can’t I do both?” you asked. Enid shrugged. Negan was a rough subject with Enid. He had killed Glenn who had become like a father to Enid in some ways. He had taken care of her when she didn’t think anyone wanted her around. When he was taken away from her, Enid had taken over as caretaker for Maggie and you knew that Negan wasn’t winning any popularity contests with the young woman.

“How do you know he’s actually changed?” Enid asked, surprising you.

“Everyone keeps asking me that,” you said with a sigh. “I don’t think it’s something I can just explain. It’s something you have to see.”

“Why do you think he’s changed?” Enid asked.

“Because he had to and because he wanted to,” you said without a second of hesitation. “Negan wasn’t always who we met all those years ago.”

“I wonder what changed.”

“His wife died and the world ended,” you said. “Some people are built for this kind of world, others have to adapt and change with it in order to survive.”

“So, you’re saying that the end of the world turned him into a killer?”

“It’s turned us all into killers, Enid,” you reminded her. Enid was quiet for a moment before she continued.

“Alden once told me a story about him,” she began. “Alden wasn’t always with Negan, he usually just stayed at the outposts, but one day Negan went to visit. They all went out in search of people or supplies and they found a small family. It was a husband, his wife, and their two teenagers. Twins, I think. Alden thought that Negan was going to recruit the man to be a Savior and take care of the teens and the wife.”

“Did he?” you asked. Enid shook her head.

“Alden said that Negan...switched when he noticed something. It wasn’t until he got closer that he saw what Negan did. The wife was covered in bruises, the kids too. These weren’t the normal ones you would get from running from Walkers either.”

“He was beating them,” you concluded.

“Negan gave the man one chance to admit what he had done. I guess the husband drew a gun on his family, threatening to kill them. Negan ordered Alden and some other Saviors to grab the kids and keep them safe as he dealt with the parents. The wife began to beg Negan for help and that’s when Negan tackled the husband, knocking him out cold.”

“Did he kill him?”

“He didn’t have to,” Enid said. “The son of a bitch had gotten bit and was going to turn and then turn his family. Some sort of sick ‘together forever’ type thing. Negan got the family into the Sanctuary and kept them safe. The mom died about a year later from a respiratory infection.”

“And the twins?”

“Alden doesn’t know. They were around fifteen or so. Maybe they left, maybe Negan got them set up somewhere else, I don’t know. I just know their names: Adam and Olivia. I like to think they made it and they’re out there somewhere.”

“Why did Alden tell you this?”

“I think he was trying to convince me that not everything the Saviors did was bad,” she said. “I think he’s still worried that I see him as an enemy, but I never did. At least not since he helped us win the war.”

“I wish I could say the same about my own Savior,” you sighed.

“Can’t you?” she asked.

“Enid, we both know that Negan and Alden are two very different people with very different situations,” you said.

“True, but that doesn’t mean Negan hasn’t done his fair share of good. Daryl told me about Judith, all the times he’s saved her. Maybe he’s not lost after all.”

“You sound like Carl,” you complimented. Enid gave you a small smile at that.

“I know that he would be completely on board with you and Negan,” she said. “I also know that he would be by your side right now looking for him.”

“Negan wouldn’t have left if Carl was still here,” you said.

“Why are you so sure that he left?”

“Are you suggesting somebody kidnapped my boyfriend?” you asked, raising your brows.

“Stranger things have happened,” she offered.

“Your wisdom is very… Greene,” you said.

“Well, Maggie did help me see this world differently. I think we could all use a little Rhee/Greene wisdom right now.”

“If you find some,” you said. “Pass it along alright?”

“You got it,” Enid said. Bumping her shoulder with your own, you took a deep breath.

“I can’t imagine what she would think about me right now, En,” you said. “I can’t imagine the betrayal she would feel.”

“(Y/N), listen to me,” Enid said. “We spend too much time thinking about what others would think instead of just being in the moment with the people around us. I lost my best friends to Alpha and I lost a piece of myself, but I still have Alden. I still have that person who loves me unconditionally. I think that is more important right now.”

“I can’t stop the guilt,” you whispered.

“(Y/N), you’ve lost too much to feel guilty for loving someone,” she said. Enid then continued on, letting you absorb her words. The sheer fact that Enid was saying these things to you made you even more confused. It began to make you wonder if your friends were actually coming around to the idea of Negan being a part of the community or if they were just worried for your sanity.

If you were being honest with yourself, you didn’t know which was worse.

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When you returned to Alexandria, you found that Siddiq and Dante were being overwhelmed.

“What’s going on?” you asked as you walked into Rosita’s house.

“I don’t know,” Siddiq said, “it looks like some kind of bug is going around.”

“Are you feelin’ okay, Doc?” you asked, reaching to feel his forehead, but he swatted your hand away.

“I’m fine, but Ro is on bed rest for the time being. I’ve been trying to get her to sleep, but Coco is keepin’ her up as usual.”

“I will talk to her,” you said. “Go check on the rest of your patients before Dante passes out from exhaustion.”

“Will do,” he said.

“Hey, where’s Daryl? I didn’t see him when I came in,” you said.

“I think he went out after Carol,” Siddiq said. With a roll of your eyes, you nodded. Of course, he did.

As Siddiq went to go check on the others, you headed into Rosita’s room. “Alright, Ma’am, gimme the kid, I need baby time,” you said, reaching for the little girl. Rosita handed her to you without a question, sinking back into her pillows.

She did look pale and tired and you knew that she knew she should be resting. However, she was trying to be supermom. You respected that, but you also needed your friend to sleep. Sitting down in the armchair by the bed, you held Coco close to your chest, gently rubbing her back.

“Find him?” Rosita asked.

“Not yet,” you whispered, resting your eyes. “I did run into Enid, though.”

“Is she doing any better than Siddiq?” she asked.

“Not really,” you said. “She’s having nightmares.”

“So is he,” Rosita sighed. “I’m worried about him.”

“I know, I am too,” you said. Siddiq was always the voice of reason. He reminded you a lot of Herschel. It was no wonder that Carl saw the kindness in him as soon as he met him.

“(Y/N), about Negan,” Rosita began, but you shook your head.

“I can’t right now,” you said. “People have been giving their opinion on him since we got home from the fair and even more so now that he’s gone. I just need to sit here and hold your girl so you can get better. Please.”

“Okay,” Rosita whispered, curling into her side so she always had eyes on Coco.

“Rest, mama,” you said. “You need it and I got her.”

“Thanks,” Rosita whispered as her eyes fell closed.

“Any time, Ro,” you said as he pressed a kiss to Coco’s forehead and settled into the chair, propping your feet up on the bed. It didn’t take long for you to relax and for the little Espinosa to fall asleep. As you set there, you focused on the small breaths of the baby and wished for a miracle.

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From gravedigger to pig hunter, Negan was not having a good day.

He was especially missing you and following the skins around all day was starting to give him a headache. The only thing that was keeping him going was a trinket that was tucked into his pocket. It was something he had taken from your house the last time he had been there. It was a small marble that you kept on the mantle of your fireplace. You had told him that you had found it the first time you visited the Kingdom. It was black and white which reminded him of you and him.

He wondered if you had even noticed it was missing. Though, he figured that you were beyond pissed right now and a missing marble wouldn’t exactly mean much. Rubbing his thumb over the smooth token, he continued to follow the asshole in front of him.

He and Beta were butting heads at every chance they got. He knew that the bastard didn’t like him, but he didn’t really give a shit. He wasn’t there to make friends with him. He just wanted the damn Alpha. However, that was proving to be a bit of a problem.

Beta was testing him and he hated every second of it. Beta, however, seemed to be enjoying himself as he tortured, tested, and talked down to Negan. The latter had been around assholes his entire life and while Beta was a dick, when it came to being scary, he didn’t even touch Rick Grimes. Although, at least Rick would actually talk to him.

“I just don’t see the point in all of this,” Negan said as Beta led him through the dark woods. Beta just continued to ignore him. Negan had been playing Whisperer custodian all day and he was tired of it. Now, Beta had him wandering through the dark for some reason and Negan was already annoyed.

“Clearly,” Negan continued, “we are not jivin'. And, you know, to be honest with you, I totally understand the position you're in. You gotta be, like, the tough guy and keep everybody in line. I mean, hell, you know, I had guys just like you to keep my shit tight. Alright, maybe not just like you.”

Beta’s jaw clenched, but Negan went on. “Uh, hell, if I had some monster your size, things would've turned out different. For one, I wouldn’t be lacking as much Vitamin D.” Beta didn’t get the joke. “Look, whether you like me or not, I will be joinin' this team, so maybe we should find a way to get along, you know, and stop pissin' on each other's boots.”

“You will never be one of us,” Beta sneered, getting into Negan’s face. “You’re too loud, too weak, too full of ego.”

“Some people like my damn ego,” Negan offered.

“You are a waste, and Alpha will see it.”

“So, cards on the table, then? Cool. I dig that. See, I'm not here for you. I am here for Alpha. So, you go ahead, and you throw your little tests at me and you scowl and throw me on the ground like a five-and-dime Frankenstein. I don't give a shit,” Negan shot back. “See, big man, I ain't goin' anywhere.” Beta stopped walking and properly faced his antagonizer.

“Finally, something we can both agree on. You won't be going anywhere,” Beta said as the growls of Walkers echoed around them. The Dead stumbled towards them and Negan, who was weaponless, only got more pissed.

“Wait a minute. Did you just make a Goddamn joke? I would be impressed if I wasn't so pissed off right now,” he said. Beta then shoved him back towards the Walkers as he faded into the shadows, leaving Negan to the Dead. With a grunt, Negan turned to face his rotting enemies. “Oh, you have got to be shittin' me.”

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Negan was covered in blood and the smell of rotting flesh, but he was alive.

And he was pissed.

Negan had fought for years. He knew how to kill in all sorts of ways and he knew how to kill Walkers. However, being thrown into that small herd with nothing but his bare fists had nearly killed him. The only thing that kept him going was you.

He thought back to the training sessions, you, Lydia, and he had done in the living room of your home. The hand-to-hand and weapons training was important, but then there was what Lydia had brought to the table. The number one thing that her mother had taught her was how to improvise in a dire situation. Anything could be a weapon and only you were the one capable of getting yourself away from death.

Negan had ducked and pushed his way through the Walkers, dodging their teeth and hands the best he could. When he spotted the fallen branch on the ground, he had laughed and picked it up. It wasn’t Lucille, but it would do. As he faced down the Walkers in front of him, he grinned.

“Lydia, give me strength,” he whispered as he swung.

Now, as every Walker was in pieces and he was drenched in blood, he strutted back into camp. Just as Beta was explaining to Alpha that Negan was dead, he made his appearance.

“I'm ready for my Goddamn skin suit!” he announced as he walked between Whisperers, the branch on his shoulder. “You best bring that extra-long tape measure on account of my humongous balls.” He spotted Alpha immediately. She was looking at him with curiosity and as much as he hated to admit it, Lydia had had that same look when she first met him.

Approaching the Alpha, he dropped the makeshift weapon and dropped to his knee in front of her. Alpha looked at him as if he was prey, but he didn’t back down.

“Hi, I'm Negan,” he said with a cocky grin. “We haven't formally met, but I sure as hell know who you are. And whether my reputation precedes me or not, I'm all in.” Alpha reached out and pulled a piece of flesh off his shoulder. “Whatever you want, whatever I got, it's yours.”

Alpha leaned forward then and placed a finger on her lips. “Shh,” she said and Negan just grinned back, knowing he had cast the line, all she had to do was bite.

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gunmetal-ring · 2 years

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Oh for non caryl related 11b wishlist:

Negan sacrifices himself to save hershel Jr

Mercer helps them usurp Pamela and her jagoff son is killed

This is cheating bc it's caryl related but princess must comment on caryl and bonus points if it's to zeke and he grimaces like. Yeah I know thanks.

Zeke must be saved by yumikos surgeon brother

Eugene finds the real Stephanie in the course of 2 episodes so that we can move on from that plotline

Rj and hershel Jr and Gracie and Judith all find a bunch of other fun nice little kids at commonwealth and have friends and go to school and the jagoff bully kids from Alexandria never reappear

Gabe becomes a priest and has a congregation that he doesn't abandon to the walkers and he and rosita live happily ever after or whatever idc about him rly

Rosita and Carol have more scenes together and Lydia babysits coco so that rosita and Carol can hang out

When Daryl rejoins the gang he sees Connie and she smiles at him and embraces Dog and maybe they hug and then they don't rly interact again bc Connie's plotline will be focused on Kelly and accepting how strong Kelly is even without Connie protecting her and helping Kelly stop being afraid of losing her hearing and quickly adapting by using her other senses to detect enemies so the whole boar thing doesn't happen again

I would actually love if yumiko and princess get together how cute would that be

And I want Aaron to find somebody bc tbh I'm not convinced he and Jesus were actually together and introduce him to Gracie and I want him to talk about Eric to her but also explain how important it is to let yourself love again and how grief and fear dont have to rule your life which is what Carol helped him accept!!

I know I'm forgetting like thirty other characters but whatever there's too many to keep track idc

#op #s11 wishlist #twd s11 speculation

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waynedunlaptheorgandonor · 4 years

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10.16: a certain doom

spoilers (both general and caryl) under the cut:

the episode iiiiiissss not super worth the six month wait (like in general, not vis a vis caryl)

it’s marginally more exciting than the penultimate episode

marginally

i think the problem is they utilized time poorly, so the attack on hilltop was Amazing, but then they accidentally forgot to make the end of the war suspenseful or interesting lol

that being said, it had its moments, so let’s break it down, shall we?

first off, caryl have a brief scene in the beginning in the stairwell where daryl is telling carol that michonne left, and he’s like “everybody leaves and then i never see them again :( “ and carol is like “...i haven’t left” and daryl goes “-sure jan-” and leaves carol looking like a hurt puppy bc she thinks he still hasn’t forgiven her/never really will, more on that later

lydia and carol have a scene where lydia is like:

and carol was like “that’s cuz you should hate me and shouldn’t try and look to me for advice, go find your own way in life” and lydia says “k i’m not asking you to be my mom, i’m asking if we can be bros, but w/e, i’m sure this conversation isn’t foreshadowing to an event that will happen later”

more on that later

princess & crew broke their bikes so they were running late to the rendezvous, and eugene was about to give up, but zeke gave an empowering speech about Never Giving Up (which is kinda weird coming from a dude with cancer whose wife left him and whose son got murdered, but w/e, you get on with your optimistic self, zeke) and convinced him to carry on, more on that later

(here’s an exclusive sneak peek at the scene tho:)

there’s a two hour long scene of our main peeps walking through the giant horde covered in guts, which would be more interesting if they didn’t do that all the time

beatrice got eaten which would have been more of a bummer if i remembered who beatrice was

it did get lydia involved in the fight tho, so that’s something

side note: negan gave lydia alpha’s mask as if it was supposed to be symbolic or something, instead of incredibly traumatizing to this little girl whose abusive mother just got her head chopped off, like couldn’t she have just put guts on like the other people? ok, my dude, way to be a surrogate father figure ig

while carol is still stuck in the horde daryl asks where carol is, which has been the majority of his lines this season

they try to lead the horde away by blasting talking heads, which is a little on the nose but entertaining nonetheless, but then carol had to go and say “protect the horses,” which is a guarantee that the horses will get eaten, bc it’s twd, so whomp whomp, they lose their apparently only plan for leading the horde away

(how have they not learned better by now?)

(better question: how are there any horses left??)

daryl has an unintentionally funny line where he’s like, “k so this is a super shitty idea, and i am aware of that, but let’s just go fucking kill all of the whisperers”

lydia then volunteers to go throw herself off a cliff to get rid of the horde, and daryl brushes her off, more on that later

anyway they go and just. kill all the whisperers ig? including beta? whose death took like two seconds and involved a brief flashback montage and was incredibly anticlimactic for how fucking badass he was (negan draws him away, daryl stabs him the eyes, which was kinda cool, and then he goes and stands in the middle of the horde and smiles wistfully while he’s eaten alive, like a normal person would do)

up at headquarters gabriel is about to get murdered by whisperers, but then maggie and her masked friend somehow make it past the entire horde and up the stairs in time to save him

sure

cut to lydia leading the entire horde to the cliff, but then carol jumps in and tells her to go and that she’ll do it, and is about to go for a fun tumble, BUT THEN lydia pulls her away and they have a brief argument about it

their whole plotline this episode is very:

anyway

what follows is what’s meant to be a heartwarming scene between the two of them where they put aside all their baggage and hug each other and realize they’re stronger together than at odds, and objectively it’s a good scene, but i couldn’t stop laughing bc they kept showing the walkers falling off the cliff and it looked SO STUPID, it was hilarious

they just. literally kept just stepping off the cliff and falling like bricks askdfljs

and then lydia went and threw alpha’s mask off the cliff and that Did Not make it less funny

idk, i’m probably just a bad person, but it was super fucking funny, anyway

maggie reunited with judith, which was actually very sweet, esp when you remember that she delivered her (in the most traumatic way possible)

the caryl scene was nice. i had to watch it a couple times before i decided how nice, bc like everything else in the episode it felt kind of rushed, but essentially carol and lydia return, and daryl is standing in the exact position he was standing in “no sanctuary”, bc apparently that’s how he leans on trees, and carol approaches him super warily, and they both stare at each other, and carol asks him if he’s good, and he is visibly trying not to cry when he goes “yeah. it’s over. right?” and she says yes, and he asks her if she got what she wanted, and she says no, and he tells her she still has him, and she’s like “yeah?” while crying, bc, per earlier interaction, she was p sure she was never gonna get him back entirely, and he says yeah, and then they hug, and carol makes a little sob noise, and daryl buries his face in her shoulder and is teary, too, and then daryl brings up new mexico, and carol says “maybe someday” and daryl deffo looks disappointed but agrees, and then carol has her “we still have things to do, i’m clearly saying this as a set up for dramatic scenes that are about to follow” line

cue dramatic things following

connie is alive (we been knew), but is banged tf up, and runs into virgil. or more like collapses on the ground and virgil finds her and they stare blankly at each other until connie passes out

and then we jump back to princess & crew, who are sitting there bummed out bc stephanie isn’t there, and eugene is like, “bc of zeke’s wise words, i am Not Giving Up, we set out to find and recruit people (did they? i literally don’t remember) and so that’s what we’ll do!”

and it’s a Big Moment of Solidarity and Strength

for all of five seconds, bc they are then accosted by stormtroopers, who presumably work for commonwealth. whether or not commonwealth is building a death star is unclear at this time, but i suppose we’ll find out soon

cue end credits!

so overall: the episode occurred. it wasn’t like, devastatingly disappointing, in that the penultimate episode didn’t really set me up for any sort of big anticipation, and also i had spoilers ahead of time. i wish there had been more time for things like beta’s death to be played out properly, but i wonder also if they were limited on what they could do bc of pandemic shit and trying to get it edited as quickly as possible

as it stands, even tho the whisperers are my favorite twd villains, i’m glad they didn’t do what they did with the saviors and have it drag on for ten million years for no reason

the bottle episodes should be interesting, and prob will lead us into commonwealth, which, again, not sure on the status of the death star, but i’m excited to see what happens regardless

on the caryl front i’m about where i was before, which is fully anticipating canon coming, and my guess is the season will really heavily set up their departure, which means we will have many more scenes to come

the end

as usual, stay hype, stan kang, and get daryl to call carol sweetheart 2k20 (i still have three months left, i’m not giving up yet, zeke wouldn’t want me to),

-diz

#caryl #caryl spoilers #twd #twd s10 spoilers #dunlap tp

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Caryl and comic Carl & Sophia theory

So there’s been a theory that Caryl are like comic Carl and Sophia for awhile. I tried to find a post that was the first time it made me think of it, but I can’t find it. I think it was back in s10A and someone was arguing that Caryl are not like comic R & M but more like comic Carl & Sophia (Carlphia). I had made some parallel posts about it in my blog. It would be interesting if the writers are now trying to adapt Carlphia and comic Lydia in the 10C and s11.

I hope I can explain this well and accurate. :P

First, there’s similarities with Caryl and Carlphia. Both ships are like life-long friends and kinda have this subtle slowburn love relationship going on since the start. Oh, they both are actually the last two surviving Atlanta members of TWD. (Comic MIchonne-prison, tv Michonne left). There’s also a thing with one of the Peletier girls living till the end or dying early on. Also, for awhile, I see Leah and it keeps reminding me of another L name in the show, Lydia. So, maybe it’s meant to be connected to comic Lydia. (Name thingies lol. Idk yet what Leah is like in s10c and s11 though.)

*I’ll explain comic Carl and Sophia story, if I remember. And some parallels ..including with Leah if she’s like comic Lydia.

Carlphia were a couple for awhile when they’re young kids (kinda would make someone to ship them from the start/kinda like a main ship), but mostly were good friends that grew up together. They grew apart I guess when Maggie moved to Hilltop after Glenn died. Eventually, it’s when Carl wanted to be independent and be a blacksmith apprentice(?) in Hilltop. It’s there when teens Carl and Sophia started to be friends again. And also when Whisperer War arc begins and that’s when teen Carl mostly falls in love with Lydia. His first real girlfriend/love I would say. I don’t remember much and comic Sophia wasn’t really featured in the comics a lot. I think during and after the Whisperer war, Carl and Sophia were doing usual teen things, and helping out communities and family. Carl was more independent and mature (compared to Sabastian) so Sophia would listen to him on some things. Like love and stuff. Sophia would be jealous that Carl would know what to do in life, and have a gf Lydia. Sometimes its like she’s jealous that’s she’s alone, or jealous and misses her friend Carl who was always with Lydia. I think Robert Kirkman did have some hints of a love triangle going on but we didn’t really see it much. (It’s like a most recent love triangle in the story) And then uh I think it’s mostly that Carl and Lydia were shown to be good relationship and Lydia support Carl to being a good young man/leader. Carl and Sophia were good friends too. Then during the Commonwealth arc, an issue before, Carl’s dad died. And then the 20 years time jump on the last long issue (chapter or episode.), we see adult Carl who’s married with Sophia and they have a daughter named Andrea. We see how Carl interacts with Sophia and Lydia. There’s a page of Carl and Lydia that explains kinda why he chose to be with Sophia instead of Lydia. Basically it’s like a trope that Lydia is from the past and was when life was about survival and death. When he’s with Sophia it’s like he’s about living and for the future. So, somewhere in those 20 years, he grew to wanting to live life and making a better world then into the ZA. So, in a way it’s a subtle parallel.

So if Caryl and Leah are to be like comic Carlphia and Lydia, then I can see some parallels. It would be really interesting to see that on the show and sweet because Caryl would be endgame. But, I’m not sure how this theory would play out. The show now since s9 became so different from the comics and the comics ended what would be very different for the show. We don’t have the same main characters now as the comics did. The show is ending with s11..but is it really the end of TWD story when Rick movies will continue(if everyone will be there too)? We’re gonna be into the Commonwealth arc, post Whisperer War, Negan redemption & Maggie arc, and different plots. Also the show sometimes do comic arcs a bit out of order.

So sdlfjlsajf????? It’s hard to speculate the show now with the comics now. I don’t know how TWD show would end really. To end with Judith...there’s that 20 years time jump to see people in ZA living life like normal in modern times in, in the New World. But, there are other plots not done. Like Rick’s story and Michonne looking for him, and Caryl in their spinoff show. It’s all hard to speculate.

Anyway, Idk how this Carlphia and Lydia theory would work. I guess the writers could not adapt some things like the last two issues or really alternate it in the show. Yeah it’s hard to speculate and also s11 is a long season probably like 4 arcs they will do. So that’s a lot of guessing.

Another thing that’s hard is that the writers would put for an example comic Rick plots onto tv Aaron and then later different plot for Daryl. The writers would change characters to adapt comic plots in a season. So, Daryl is using some comic Rick plots and comic Carl’s because it’s usually for the main storyline and Daryl is leading in the show. (Even Carol had some comic Rick plots but she mostly had comic Michonne’s in the past.) Anyway we have Aaron who has a missing arm and long beard like comic Rick, and he might be into political things. I think he might be killed in the end of the show like comic Rick.😢 Daryl might switch up again to be like comic Carl to whenever writers want to explore/remix a plot.

* So there, Daryl can be like comic Carl in s11 sometimes. We know Leah will be in s11 but Idk where is she from now. If she’s from Commonwealth, I would think she could be the Governor of Commonwealth, Pamela. I can see Daryl acting as comic Rick to Pamela and they can probably fight about the way of living their life in ZA while also being like comic Carl and Lydia. They could argue and maybe try to start their relationship again because of their past. They used to be a couple. During of this I could see Carol realizing her feelings and feel jealous of them like comic Sophia. Idk what else Carol could do in s11. She could probably be like comic Michonne or Magna to be opinionated on the whole politics of Commonwealth and help Daryl. And to end the season, Idk, they could have Judith feel like she’s safe in Commonwealth, or ASZ is at peace with other communities and let Caryl go travel together. Or, Rick and/or Michonne reunite with their kids and warn about CRM community (Rick movie). Somewhere in s11B, Daryl realizes he doesn’t want to be with Leah. It’s always been Carol for him. And then Caryl became canon/endgame and left ASZ to travel. I think that’s what would be like comic Carlphia and Lydia theory. @carylmeanslove here's a post with my speculations

#caryl #twd spoilers #twd speculations #twd tv comics

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Best Carol/Melissa Episodes

So I got bored in Quarantine and I was so moved by Look At The Flowers that I decided to make this list of the best episodes that either feature Carol/Melissa as a lead or she plays a large part in them. I haven’t seen S1-2 since like... 2014 as they’re my least favorite (i know i’m sorry but i did include honorable mentions) but I’m so freaking proud that I couldn’t not make this list. Here we go! Feel free to add to them! ** means they’re my favorite performances of Melissa! I do mention some scenes that are also with Norman/Daryl as he is a LARGE part of who Carol is. If you think it’s ‘’shippy’’ which it might be, don't read it. I worked on this for almost two hours.

season 1

- for real, what woman keeps a grenade on hand? That was it. That was where I started paying attention to her.

- also, the scene where she digs the pickaxe into Ed’s head? I think Daryl and I both fell for her then.

season 2

- the honorable mention!! the barn scene in which carol learns the fate of her daughter. I don’t remember most of s2, but this one I do. I think this might’ve been the first point in the show where I was like, “Hey Google, how to protect someone who isn’t real.’’

season 3

- walk with me: We get to see how Carol has changed during her time on the road after the farm and how much she’s learned. This is also, unfortunately, the last time we see her for a couple episodes until Daryl finds her in the cells below.

- hounded: daryl finds carol. It’s sweet, it’s warm and soft and there’s alot of reunions and alot of mourning over T-Dog and Lori.

season 4

- Carol has become a leader in her own right for this season. She teaches the kids how to defend themselves during the ruse of a story time and takes on Lizzie and Mika as her own after Ryan is bit.

- indifference: After killing Karen and David to stop the spread out a virus, Rick takes it into his own hands to banish Carol. This one hurts too because it’s quite obvious why she did it. She did it to protect herself and the people she loves, but sometimes that’s just not enough.

- the grove: emmy emmy emmy emmy material. Holy crap, I CANNOT stress this enough! This is the make or break episode for Carol as a character. There’s beauty and devastation and anguish all wrapped up into 45 minutes. This should’ve made Melissa well known. This should’ve won her multiple awards, and it didn’t. But we know. We know.

season 5

- sanctuary: this one goes down in history for multiple reasons, and most of us know them. 1.) Caryl reunions galore. Even if you don’t ship it, that moment is so, so sweet. 2.) If it weren’t for Carol, your fave would be dead. That’s literally it.

- consumed: OOF. Really.

- The back half of season 5 after the arrival at Alexandria is hilarious to me. Because these people are so sheltered from the darkness and the cruelty of the outside world that Carol takes on their own persona to blend in with them, to know the naivety of these people and to hide easily among them to get what she needs. This is also how she befriends Sam, who probably reminds her of Sophia which is why she’s so cruel to him.

season 6

- jss**: ‘’Miss Peletier, you are an honest to goodness hero.” No. Freaking. Way. I remember watching this episode and rocking back and forth on my heels in anticipation because up until this point, I think this might’ve been one of the bloodiest moments in the show - and right in the center of it all is Carol - who is now of the mindset that, ‘’hey, we need to kill, we don’t have a choice.’’ and she portrays the internal struggle behind all of this so, so well. The scene with Melissa holding the body on the stairs was what won me over for this episode. It’s very much a merciless 45 minutes.

- no way out: Carol is not a lead in this episode, but Melissa is very heavily influenced between this one and the previous because of her confrontation with Morgan. I remember how angry that made me, having to watch him bodyslam her (a former domestic abuse victim) against the floor. Outside of Carol, this episode is one of my favorites in the show.

- not tomorrow yet/the same boat**: Carol moreso plays a bigger part in the latter as opposed to the former, but these two episodes really showcase two things: Her heart to protect her family (IE: A now pregnant Maggie) and her deteriorating mental state. Outside of The Grove, I think this is one of Melissa’s most powerful performances. it’s also the only female led ep in the show

- east**: I cried the first time I watched this. Carol vs The Saviors, #2. This episode breaks between Morgan and Rick going out to look for her (HENCE ONE OF MY ALL TIME FAVORITE QUOTES ABOUT CAROL: “That woman, she’s a force of nature.) I don’t think I really understood the power behind the eyes in the midst of television until I saw this episode. I can’t find the gif, but I’m sure most of you who’re reading this know what I’m talking about.

- last day on earth**: again this episode shifts between perspectives as TF is trying to get Maggie to Hilltop for her pregnancy complication, but Melissa is stellar here. Carol doesn’t want to love because if she loves, she has to kill, and she attempts to manipulate one of the survivors from the massacre into doing what she can’t: taking her own life. She just wants to go, and Morgan won’t let her. This one is a bit darker, and the episode as a whole is not my favorite, but it’s definitely up there in my favorite performances for Melissa.

season 7

- the well: if there was ever an episode that would show you that Melissa aces comedy, it was this one. This is meant to be an introductory to The Kingdom, but the hilarity behind the way Carol talks to Ezekiel is so entertaining. It’s kind of hard to believe she ends up marrying the man (we’re not going into shipper discourse here, friends) but this one also shows you something through Carol’s eyes: The differences between people and walkers and her desire not to kill. She wants to hide, and she does.

- new best friends: Daryl lies to Carol about what happened in the clearing with Negan. This one is so so heartfelt. It’s deeply intimate. It showcases two people who’d move heaven and earth to ensure the safety of the other, both physical and mental and emotional. Norman and Melissa aced this. I can’t say it more simply then that.

- bury me here**: I love love love love love this episode. The entire thing is a metaphor, but I love it anyway. If I remember right, this is also the one where Morgan tells Carol about Glenn and Abraham. Remember what I said about the power behind a look? This is another instance in which Melissa shows she is the master of this.

- carol spends alot of the time at the kingdom for the rest of the season and i cannot really remember any more memorable performances for this garbage, as they took my fave and reduced her to a side character for this and most of s8.

season 8

- the only performance i will give any credit to in this season is 8x04, which is Some Guy. I barely remember the rest of it. Minus the moment where she finally saves a kid - Henry - instead of losing one. And a heartbreaking moment between her and Morgan that I also barely remember. Case in point, S8 was and still is garbage.

season 9

- 9x01-9x05 all have Carol in them because whenever Angela Kang took over the show, she had the brilliant idea to actually use her lead women as leads. Season 9 feels like an eternity ago and I can’t remember if she took over before or after AL signed off, but my point remains. Between Carol’s loyalty to Ezekiel because of Henry, (who she has now taken as her son), and their marriage, and her short stint as the leader of the Sanctuary as Negan is in confinement, there’s something in Carol here we haven’t seen in years. It’s something akin to peace, or as close as she’s gonna get to it. 9x03 and 9x04 (particularly the conversation b/t Rick and Carol) are my favorite of this cluster for her.

- I almost dropped off after 9x05. I thought that was it, I thought that was gonna be where I ended. Nope. This woman - AK- took this show and made it what it had been and I’ll never be able to thank her enough for it.

- Who Are You Now: I only remember this one because of the scene where Carol and Henry are in the carriage - side note: I really need to go back and rewatch this season again - but one of the things that caught my attention about the after of the bridge was how the relationships b/t parent and child are approached as significant. They’re not the future. The adults are building for the future of the kids. Michonne/Judith, Ezekiel/Henry and Carol/Henry. It’s sweet. Very sweet.

- Stradivarius: this is a very Caryl heavy episode, but we find out something here: Even with being married to Ezekiel, Carol has still gone out to see Daryl where he resides by the same river that took Rick. Henry sees the relationship between him and his mother. It’s as obvious as the nose on your face. This one is just adorable. I love it.

- The Calm Before**: Ow. OW OW OW OW OW. You want more pain? Here you go! Carol faces the dark truth as she crests the hill that holds her worst nightmare: Henry has died. She’s lost another kid. You wanna restrain yourself from breaking through the TV to comfort Carol for the umpteenth time as she breaks? Cool. That’s what you get here.

- The Storm**: Split apart by the death of Henry, Carol and Ezekiel no longer remain married. She gives up that fairytale - one of the happiest she’d ever had - and begins wallowing in her suffering over the loss of her son. Heartbreak and grief do not come easily to her. They never have. Can you imagine being suffocated by things you’ve never talked about? Can you imagine having to live every day with your grief? Well, look here... that’s exactly what Carol does, and you want to know who her guiding force is?

It’s Daryl.

season 10

- I remember when Season 10 aired, I watched the first episode in Kenya and loved it. I’d heard something about how PTSD was a BIG factor in the progression of the story throughout this season, and as someone who wants to go into mental health counseling, I was so intrigued by this that every single episode kept my eyes glued to the TV. Carol is the lead female now besides Michonne, but I’m gonna tell you every single favorite episode of mine anyway.

- Ghosts: Carol makes a mistake and fires at Alpha when they meet her at the border. She wears a mask that’s so composed it’s almost hard to see the heartbreak beneath it, and that’s the point. She’s not considering her life. She’s considering vengeance for the life that was taken. This is a constant circle for her. Alot of people are tired of this arc and I get it, I do. But the difference between this one and the three seasons previous is that we’re meant to get to a resolution now. This episode broke my heart. Especially the last scene in the gym.

- Bonds: Another Caryl heavy episode. I love this one. It’s very lighthearted compared to the rest of the season.

- Open Your Eyes**: This one is utterly terrifying and eerily reminiscent of the one in S2 where Daryl interrogates Randall. Carol, having just brought back a Whisperer from her escapade with Daryl, interrogates him to find out the location of Alpha’s horde without any real consideration for the people around her. She also uses Lydia for her own personal gain, and I’m not gonna lie - Even though this one is one of my favorites because of Avi Nash (WHO WAS SUCH A GOOD ADDITION TO THE SHOW I LOVED HIM AS SIDDIQ) This episode made me so angry because of Carol’s motives.

- The World Before**: And when I said I was angry, this episode turned it all into heartbreak. This one remains one of my favorite of the show and of Carol for one very specific reason: The scene in the woods between her and Daryl.

As someone who has never done grieving well, this scene hit me so. hard. She’s so set on this path of vengeance and blood that she’s neglecting a very real truth that she has never done well: talking about her burdens, talking about the pain and if she does that, if she acknowledges it, then she will hurt.

- Squeeze: I don’t have to talk about this. I just have to show you.

Ow. Please, please let her heal. I’m so tired of seeing her hurt.

- 10x11 and 10x12 don’t really have Carol, and neither does 10x13, but she’s there. We see her a couple of times, we have a conversation or two. Let me get to the penultimate moment. One we’ve waited for years to see and which next week will give us the rest of.

- LOOK AT THE FLOWERS*****: You can be a Carol fan for five minutes or five years and still somehow managed to love her MORE after watching this one. There’s a couple reasons why this one is probably in my top 3 for both Melissa and Carol as a whole.

1. I have waited years to see Negan meet Carol. JDM has made it very clear how he feels about MMB and I knew, I knew, that once this interaction happened I would not be disappointed. I should’ve realized she was the one who let Negan out, but I didn’t. That entire first scene is gold.

2. This entire episode is just.. art. The fact that Carol’s darker side takes the form of the being of her hatred - Alpha - is fitting, and it’s also the first time we’ve really gotten an actual dialogue about multiple things that have formed her character for the last several seasons: The Grove, the loss of Sophia, Ed... It’s heartbreaking to see because she keeps telling herself pushing people away is better, it’s better to be alone because there’s no one to burden, and the darker side of her asks a very simple question: What do you want?

Her answer is clear, at least to her. I want to be alone. But the fact that the darker part of her, the one that keeps calling out on Connie, doesn’t agree. No. There’s something deeper. Something she’s too afraid to acknowledge.

3. That whole final scene. Wow. I’ve watched it like four times because Samantha Morton is just so good as Alpha, as Carol’s dark counterpart, trying to mock and taunt her into doing the one thing she never was able to do herself: Dying. This episode is dark because of this realization. “Look at the flowers’’ is akin to ‘’It’ll all be over soon.” but instead of choosing death, instead of choosing the one thing that would let it be over, she chooses life. She essentially chooses to fight for herself which she has not done in YEARS. The minute she acknowledges that it’s never too late (FOR WHAT?? HM??) the demons disappear. I think that this point into 10x15 will give us two things that every Carol fan is desperate for: Healing for Carol (FINALLY!), and a resolution to this endless arc of suffering.

Also... Why do we think that Daryl is the one who ends up welcoming her home? Why is he the one who opens the gate?

Long story short: I love this character. I love Melissa McBride as she is one of the most down-to-earth, humble and compassionate actresses in Hollywood. It’s a shame she’s not gonna be recognized by The Academy because if ever there was an actor/actress on this show to win, it’d be her.

#Carol Peletier #Melissa McBride #The Walking Dead #TWD #twd spoilers #messing up my own tagging system just to prove my point

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The Deal Chapter 61

Dad and Michonne came home later than I expected. A day later than I expected. And Daryl wasn’t with them. I felt the fear bubbling, the tension rolling through my body as I tried, in front of Judith to cover it by smiling and asking if there had been more problems.

“Yeah, sweetheart,” Dad answered, lifting Judith up and kissing her cheek. “Give me-”

I smiled, let him have a few minutes to decompress from whatever the two of them had seen. “Sure, no rush.” But Michonne saw my worry, saw me checking the road for Daryl.

“He’s at Hilltop, Jessi.” She answered and I felt my blood run cold. “He’s fine. He just wanted to-”

“Leave the Sanctuary.” I answered. I’d known. Of course I had, he’d mentioned it often enough, but I had assumed that he’d take me with him, or at least let me have a say in our final home.

“Actually, he’s there to help Maggie and Glenn with some issues,” Dad corrected. He looked at me with a look I knew well. Let Judith have some time with her Dad and Mom and then we’d sit down and talk.

“OK.” I said, walking toward the door. “I'll just go-”

“How is he?” Michonne asked, walking with me to the porch. Negan? Why would she care?

I turned to face her. She looked different, tired most certainly, but whatever happened on the run, whatever was keeping Daryl at Hilltop, wasn’t simple to get through. “He’s fine. Tired, but that’s probably from boredom.”

She nodded, looking distracted. “Kenneth is dead.” Ah, that would do it. “And-” She took a deep breath and looked into my eyes. “There was an attempt on Maggie’s life.”

“What?” I nearly screamed, but knew that it would bring Judith rushing out to me. “What happened?”

Michonne glanced behind her, making sure that Dad had Judith occupied and then walked to a couple chairs. We sat down and she told me about it. That Gregory, the turncoat that they’d allowed back into the Hilltop, had talked Ken’s dad Earl into trying to kill Maggie. That in his grief he’d done it, failing, but hurting both Maggie and Enid in his attempt. And so, Daryl stayed after helping Glenn and Maggie execute Gregory. My throat tightened at the thought of it, and Michonne’s hand touched mine.

“They felt they had to.” I looked at her face and realized that she wasn’t sure she agreed with it. “He stayed, but he’ll be back for you, Jessi.”

I nodded. Of course he would. “Is Hershel?”

“He’s fine.” She smiled. “Growing fast. Looks like his daddy.” I hadn’t gotten the chance to see him, not yet. Going to Hilltop brought me no joy. “Glenn asked about you. He wanted to know when you’re coming to see your godson.”

I sighed. I felt the title was gifted to me for the wrong reasons. For a proposed sacrifice that never happened. And it ill suited me. I was happy that he’d lived to see his son born, that he was getting to raise him. But I shouldn’t be applauded for it, not when they also knew that I loved the man who would have willingly snuffed that possibility away.

“I can’t.” I stood, and folded my arms across my chest. “I’m sorry, Michonne, but I can’t. I love Maggie and Glenn. I’m sure I’d love baby Hershel, but Hilltop? No.”

I saw her nod as I walked down the steps and toward Negan’s prison. The only prisoner in a war that wasn’t over. Not really.

Daryl came back to Alexandria. He hugged me tight and told me of the plans for a new bridge. Dad had mentioned it, but he was dealing with the day to day running of Alexandria. And he was enjoying time with Judith, so I couldn’t fault him for not sharing.

“I’m staying here, Daryl.” I said it with my face pressed against his chest, breathing in the scent of him. “The bridge isn’t far, and if you’re planning on rebuilding it there, then I can come to you as much as we want to spend time together.” His agreement vibrated through my cheek. “I love you, but-”

“I know, Jessi.” He whispered, and I could feel his lips touch the top of my head. “I just couldn’t-”

“Stay at the Sanctuary?” I tilted my head back so I could look up at him. “I know, Daryl. I wasn’t exactly loving it myself.” His thumb was brushing my cheek. “Not there, but not Hilltop either, please.” I was begging him, but I didn’t care. I couldn’t go back there.

He nodded, chewing his cheek. “Carol’s takin’ over the Sanctuary.”

I raised my eyebrow. “What?” For fuck’s sake, I leave them alone for two days and all hell breaks loose.

He sighed. “Ezekiel proposed.” And? I waited. “She wants some time.”

I snorted. “That man adores her.” I shook my head, but understood. “Is she gonna be OK there?” Not because she was weak or didn’t have the courage, but because of the entire mediating situation that I dealt with daily there. “I mean, I could go back and-”

Daryl’s chuckle stopped me. “Jessi, she’ll be fine.” He shook his head staring down at me. “You’d try to fix the whole world wouldn’t ya?” His nose brushed mine and then our lips met. “Never noticed how fuckin’ good ya are at it.” His breath fanning my lips.

“At what?” I asked, knowing that we were standing far too out in the open for anything to go further than a kiss.

“Fixin’ our shit. Solvin’ our problems.” He pulled away and stood up, arms loose around my back now. “Why didn’t I ever see it?”

“You saw me just fine, Daryl Dixon.” I answered, letting my head fall against his chest again. Letting myself fall into the calmness of hearing his heart beating against my ear.

The bridge work would take time. So a temporary camp was set up nearby the worksite, and former Saviors were the main workforce. Daryl acted as the foreman, for the most part, or Dad’s eyes on the ground. Dad kept up with it as well, going back and forth more than Daryl or I did. I spent most of my time in Alexandria, helping keep things running and doing the same mediation that worked so well at the Sanctuary. People everywhere needed a go between, even someone like me, that they looked at with less than complete trust.

Tara, Eugene, Rosita, Carol, Ezekiel, in other words the normal suspects, spent time at the camp working on the goal of getting the bridge up and ready. While they worked hard at getting the roadway opened, I worked to keep Judith learning her letters and numbers. I kept Carl’s grave cleared, sitting with her and talking to him about what he was missing.

And I’d visit Negan, listening to him tell me about the things he didn’t do every day. Or I’d visit the camp, taking some much needed alone time with Daryl, or discussing ways to keep the Saviors that were balking at the new world order in line with Carol. I showed her the trustworthy, the ones that were far more willing to tow the line. I also pointed out the problem ones. The ones that were balking even now.

No one mentioned that there’d been graffiti found in the Sanctuary, at least no one from our original group. Laura, the woman who’d told Daryl and I about the walker scarecrow, came to me and told me about it. I sighed and closed my eyes. Asking what had been done, I was told that it was ordered removed, but paint is one thing, internal strife and rebellion were another.

I found Dad, Daryl, and Carol all in the main tent. “Why didn’t one of you tell me?” I watched them consider what they might not have told me, and the dawning realization. “You can’t stamp it out with a paint over or a washing.” I was irritated. We Are Still Negan? And no one thought to tell me?

“Jessi,” Dad started, but a single look from me was enough to stop him.

“I asked, you, Daryl.” I shook my head at him. “I asked you if there was anything I could do to help Carol, and you just said no.” What the hell?

“It wasn’t-” He started and another flash of my eyes and he stopped too.

I groaned. “What else?” I looked between the three of them, focusing on Carol. She and I understood one another, at least I thought we did. “What else have I missed?”

“There are six missing Saviors.” She answered, staring me straight in the face. “Walk offs.” That made no sense, where would they walk off to? I was squinting in confusion. “All we know is they aren’t here the next morning. Gone.”

“Where would they be trying to go?” I asked, incredulous disbelief coloring my voice. “There’s nothing out there, they don’t have weapons. Why the fuck would they leave?”

“We don’t know, Jessi.” Dad answered, shaking his head. “Between the writing on the walls, and this? You gotta wonder-”

I laughed. Really? “Dad, seriously?” I rolled my eyes, Negan, of course. “He’s locked away. I’m his only visitor, other than you, I guess.” I shook my head. “Unless you’re all insinuating that I’M the fucking go-between.” No one spoke. “So it’s crossed your minds. Fucking fabulous.” I huffed out a long breath. “If I wanted Negan out of his cell, do you really think I’d just play gofer with his messages? I think I’m a little better than that.”

With that I walked out of the tent and walked toward the building site. I had planned on spending the night, but now? Why would I want to? Why would I stay where my own fucking family was thinking I could be behind this shit? I watched the water rush past the banks, deep in thought, when I felt someone behind me. Quiet as a fucking shadow, and still as one too.

“We didn’t think that, Jessi.” Daryl’s voice barely broke through the sound of the water. “That ya were the-”

I snorted, loud and very irritated. “Daryl Dixon, you try very fucking hard to cover for the people that think the very shit I accuse them of.” I turned to face him. “I KNOW what they think of me, Daryl. I have eyes, hell I even have ears.” I closed my eyes and looked at the ground. “I have NEVER once done a single thing that would qualify as being a traitor to my family or friends. Never once. The only thing I did that made it seem like it was BEGGING for Negan’s life. A man I love, by the way.” I saw him flinch at the reminder. “I’d have begged for your life, Daryl, if the tables were turned. I would have begged for Dad’s. Or Michonne’s. Or Maggie’s. Or Carol’s. Hell I did beg for Glenn’s.” I felt the tears building. “I can’t stop loving him, and trust me, I know it would be so fucking easy for everyone if I could. And because I can’t, I won’t stop visiting him. I agreed to not fight any of you when the cost was life imprisonment. Not one fucking word against it.” My throat burned. “Next time, Daryl, don’t lie. I know you ALL thought it. Even if you didn’t entertain it for long.”

I didn’t leave. So I ended up seeing all hell break loose. A Savior named Justin and Daryl in a fist fight on the bridge that wasn’t nearly completed. I’d rushed up when I heard Dad’s yelling. And sighed, wondering why I hadn’t left sooner. This entire ordeal was a mess. I found Dad afterward, and told him I was going. He tried to hug me, but I shrugged him off. Not now. Not after the day I’d had.

“Michonne’s gone to Hilltop.” He offered, as though it mattered to me at the moment. I was going home to read to Judith. To listen to her try to get through her alphabet. “Jessi, please, don’t leave mad.”

“Why would I be mad?” I asked, as I climbed onto my horse. “It’s not like my entire family thinks I’m a double agent.” And with that parting shot, I left, riding full stop back to Alexandria. Without saying goodbye to Daryl or the others.

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Golden Cage Pt.16

DARYL DIXON X READER

Summary: The reader is one of Negan’s wives, kept against her will in the golden cage that is the Sanctuary. When they brought Daryl in, she can’t take to see more suffering, and she tries helping him, until she gathers enough courage to ask him to help her run away from there.

Set in season 7, 8 and (sort of) 9. Angst, Hurt/Comfort, there’s some fluff in here sometimes too, and also language, violence, and all those twd kind of things.

Chapter 16/24 Updated twice a week, posting Monday and Thursday

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That night, you fell asleep easily than you had ever before, knowing that Daryl was there, sleeping on the sofa. You felt bad he was sleeping on a sofa instead of a bed, but when you had told him he’d just scoffed, telling you it was good enough. He did seem to want to sleep in your trailer instead of anywhere else, and it made you feel all kind of warm and fuzzy feelings.

However, as you slept, your fears seemed to come back to you, creeping into your subconscious. Negan was there in your dreams, having you locked inside a dark cell. You had a baby in your arms, Negan’s baby, and Negan tore him away from you. You saw Negan, killing people with that bat in front of you while holding his baby,killing your new friends, Daryl, and then he turned to you...

You woke up, gasping for air...Negan...he was alive, he could escape, he could come... You sat up on the bed, your eyes finding Daryl’s sleeping form on the sofa, curled onto himself. It helped you calm down a bit, though your heart was still beating fast. You wished you could go and curl up next to him... Part of you wanted to wake him up, but you knew it was silly, it’d been just a nightmare and he needed his sleep.

You thought there wasn’t much time left until the sunrise, but you didn’t think you could go back to sleep, and so you leaned back against the wall, hugging your knees to your chest, lost in thought. The sun was barely rising when Daryl stirred awake, his eyes landing on you as he blinked them awake, and then he frowned, sitting up.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah...just a nightmare.”

“Wanna talk about it?” Daryl asked, sounding as if he wasn’t too sure it was the best thing to do.

“Just....just Negan...the baby...” You shrugged.

“He ain’t gonna hurt you or the baby nomore.” Daryl assured you, sounding so sure of it, it made you feel like nothing bad would ever happen to you.

“I know...” You gave him a weak smile. “But it’s...it’s not only that...”

“What else?”

“I...” You let out a sigh, trying to order your thoughts and hugging your knees to your chest more tightly, part of you wishing it was Daryl. “I want this baby, I do...and I’m sure that I love them even though I don’t know them yet...” You blinked, swallowing the lump in your throat. “But...but you know they’re Negan’s...what if...what if they’re like him? They’re his kid...could...they could grow up to be like him maybe...I don’t know...”

“Nah...nah, that ain’t like that. They’re yours too.” You remembered Daryl had told you something like that when he helped you in the Sanctuary too. “And anyway kids don’t have to grow up to be like their parents.”

“I hope...” You were grateful for his words, but still, your maybe silly fears were there and you couldn’t help it.

“You remember Judith?” Daryl asked you and you nodded, she and Gracie had been gone for less than a day and you already missed them. “She ain’t Rick’s...I mean, she’s, but she ain’t blood. His dad was someone from our group, long ago...a real ass. Tried to kill Rick. But Judith ain’t like him. Your kid won’t be like Negan either.”

You were shocked by what Daryl had told you. You’d have never imagined the biological father of such a sweet, lovely little girl, could be the kind of man that Daryl was telling you.

“Thanks...thank you, Daryl.” You smiled and Daryl shrugged, giving you half a smile. You decided it was time to get up and be useful. “Do you want to have breakfast with me?”

“Yeah, yeah thanks.”

That day was a come and gone of people. Rick and Maggie agreed on sending the captive Saviors that had surrendered back to the Sanctuary, where they’d have to work to make something good out of it, and volunteers from Hilltop, Alexandria and The Kingdom would make sure of that. The three settlements also agreed on taking in any of the workers that Negan had kept in the Sanctuary, if they wished to leave it.

And so for a couple of days, you found yourself recognizing some faces as they arrived, people who you had helped as a nurse, most times without Negan knowing it, trading sweets or liquor with the Saviors in exchange of their silence. The happiest day was when two of Negan’s wives, with whom you had shared months and months of your life, arrived, one of them with her partner who now she was finally allowed to see again.

“She used to cry so much during the first weeks, she was there because her partner was very sick and needed medicines.” You were talking to Daryl about one of the arrived ex-wives that evening, sat down cross-legged on your bed while Daryl was sat down on the sofa next to it. “She was terrified of Negan whenever he called her. He’d tell her sweet words and whatnot, Negan was always boasting about how good he treated his wives, but she was just so scared...”

“Did he?” Daryl interrupted you. “Treat you right?”

“Well...he didn’t beat us or hurt us like that, if that’s what you mean.” You shrugged, you felt like slowly you were starting to being able to talk about Negan and your time at the Sanctuary without feeling like you couldn’t breathe. “But told you, no one of us was there because we wanted to, and no one of us slept with him because we wanted to...so...”

Daryl just hummed, shifting to lie down on the sofa, staring at the ceiling. You lied down too, snuggling your pillow and looking at him. He’d kept staying in your trailer, so whenever you woke up during the night or before him, he was there on the sofa, and you couldn’t stop yourself from thinking how cute he looked curled up as he slept, or from having the urge to lie down next to him and wrap your arms around him.

You knew you had feelings for Daryl that were beyond friendly. When you saw him, butterflies would twirl in your belly and your heart would beat faster, just thinking about him brought a smile to your face, and when he smiled to you, it felt as if your heart skipped a beat. He was a kind man with a good heart, loyal to his friends, who’d do anything to take care of them and protect them, and it seemed he’d do it for you too, which made you feel all warm.

You’d wanted to help him since that day you saw him hurt at the Sanctuary, but everyday, the urge to protect him and take care of him just grew more and more, as it did your feelings for him. He was busy all day, working around Hilltop, fixing things or going out hunting, and yet he always found time to check on you, make sure you were okay. At evening, sometimes he joined Maggie, you and the others for dinner, sometimes he didn’t, but he always spent a while talking to you inside your trailer before sleep.

You liked to share your mind, your worries, and your ideas with him, happy when he did it too, but what you liked the most was when he’d tell you stories about his life before, either things that he’d lived with his group since the apocalypse started, or things from before the walkers roamed the word, though he didn’t talk much about that. You always found yourself captivated by his words, eager to learn more about him, and just caught up in whatever story he was telling you.

Most nights either him or you would wake up from a nightmare in the middle of the night, and if the other was awake, you'd talk quietly about it in the darkness. It made you calm down and feel better, but you couldn't help yourself from wishing Daryl would join you in bed, holding you close after you had a nightmare, or the urge to hold him whenever he had one.

You never had the courage to voice your feelings, though. You knew, by the way in which he was with you, that Daryl cared about you. He liked to spend time with you, and he took care of you, but that didn’t mean his feelings were beyond friendship, and it could just be his own nature, that drove him to help people, protect them and take care of them. That was the way Daryl was, which just made you like him more.

You weren’t sure if maybe, if the context where different, you’d have been able to push past your shyness and confess your feelings for Daryl, but at that moment, you didn’t feel like you could. You were afraid of his rejection, and also you didn’t feel it’d be fair to drop that on him. You knew you had baggage.

You were pregnant, to begin with, so having something with you would be a whole package, a baby that wasn’t his included. You were sure that was something most men didn’t look forward to, if not all. Sure, Daryl wasn’t like many men, and sure you knew he’d take care of the baby too, whether it was as a friend or something more, but you wondered if asking for something more, if you ever dared to, would be fair.

It wasn’t just that you were pregnant, you were pregnant of the man who had murdered Daryl’s friends, tormented his people, and tortured him. It was enough that Daryl had become your friend, that he cared for you like he did, no matter you were carrying that man’s baby, how could you ask for more? He’d never said anything about the baby that wasn’t good, he’d actually told you several times that they wouldn’t be like Negan no matter what...but you still felt like it wasn’t fair.

And so you said nothing, and just enjoyed Daryl’s company, his friendship as it was.

Little more than a week had passed since that day the Saviors and Negan had been defeated, which was still hard to believe for you. The first rays of sunshine were filtering into the trailer, barely illuminating it. You had been asleep but you woke up when you felt your bed moving.

You opened your eyes and in the almost darkness you found Daryl getting ready. He always woke up early but took good care of never waking you. That morning, it seemed he had bumped your bed without meaning to.

"Sorry," he apologized in a whisper. "Go back to sleep."

"Wait," you sat up, rubbing the sleep of your eyes. "Are you going out to hunt? Can I go with you today since I'm awake?"

You felt like you had been inside walls for so long, first at The Sanctuary now at the Hilltop. You had never felt like going outside, scared of the monsters, both walkers and humans, but going with Daryl made you feel as if nothing bad would happen.

“No, it’s dangerous.” Daryl’s answer was firm and it didn’t surprise you.

“I’ll be by your side all the time.” You didn’t intend on leaving his side. “So I’ll be okay. I can’t remember the last time I went outside walls.”

For a few seconds, Daryl didn’t say anything. “Alright...get ready. I’ll wait for you outside. Don’t forget the knife.”

You changed clothes quickly, throwing a shirt over your tank top in case weather wasn’t good, and strapped the knife to the holster of your thigh. You didn’t go anywhere without it, no matter you were behind walls. You walked outside to join Daryl, bag and crossbow strapped to his back and knife secured to his belt.

“Here.” He reached out to pass you an apple, breakfast for the day. “Got water in the bag, if you want to.”

“Thanks.” You grinned at him. “Come in, we can walk while I eat, I’ll follow you.”

“Stay by my side, alright...” Daryl was still eyeing you as if he weren’t very sure this was a good idea, and you were afraid he might just change his mind, so you nodded quick, and he let out a sigh but began walking, and so you both walked out of Hilltop.

For a while, you both walked through the path outside Hilltop, until at some point Daryl decided to get into the woods. He looked around as he walked and you wondered if he was trying to track something, so you followed close but as silent as you could, so as not to scare the game and to not distract him.

“Are you tired?” Daryl’s eyes landed on you after a while.

“No, I’m good.” You assured him, you hadn’t been walking for even an hour. “This is beautiful.” You hadn’t really been in the woods like that before, and you were enjoying it. The silence around, except for the occasional bird, the smells, the landscape with the flowers and the trees... Daryl nodded, giving you a half-smile.

After a while of following Daryl through the woods, with him periodically checking on you to make sure you were okay and weren’t tired, which was sweet but at the same time made you feel a bit weak, though you knew he didn’t mean bad, Daryl had caught a couple of squirrels, but it seemed it wasn’t enough for him to go back. You weren’t going to complain, you were enjoying the little trip.

Daryl had been silent for the most part, and at some point you noticed him grinning as he looked at the ground, before looking at you. “Deer.” You weren’t sure if you were on board with the idea of hunting Bambi, but you knew a deer would feed the Hilltop for days, and so you didn’t say anything and hardened your heart. You also liked to see Daryl smile.

His smile was gone soon, though, frown on his face, when you both began to notice blood on the ground, and then you found the big buck, dead on the ground. His antlers were bloodied as if he’d died fighting, but at the end, he’d lost, and he’d been thoroughly chewed on. You felt your stomach turn at the sight and you tried to fight a wave of nausea.

“We have to leave, now.” Daryl squeezed your arm to caught your attention and you tried to look at him instead of at the dead buck. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah...” You nodded, taking a deep breath, you didn’t want to worry Daryl more and you didn’t want to throw up.

Daryl didn’t say anything else but he nodded back, placing a hand on the small of your back softly and giving you a gentle push so you’d walk with him. You knew he was worried that whatever had killed that buck might still be around, and you were scared of it too, but Daryl’s hand made you feel reassured, you knew he’d make sure you were okay.

You hadn’t been walking for long when you heard those growls you’d recognize anywhere, and Daryl tugged at so you both would hide behind some trees. There were only three walkers, though, and one of them seemed in a pretty rough condition, crawling instead of walking, all bloodied and disbowelled, and you wondered if the buck had done that.

Daryl aimed his crossbow and shoot, putting down one of them. The other two turned their heads towards the commotion, but they were slow, and so Daryl put down another one, leaving only the one who crawled.

“Do you want to put it down yourself?” He asked you, surprising you.

"Really?" Daryl was always making sure you were safe so you were taken aback, but you guessed the walker didn't look too dangerous and maybe Daryl wanted you not to forget how to do it, if you ever needed to put down one again.

"You don't have to, I'll do it." Daryl grabbed his knife and went to the walker, and you rushed behind him.

"No, wait, I want to." You took your knife and approached the walker, Daryl as close to you as your shadow, knife ready.

"Don't get to close or it'll grab you." He instructed. "Okay, hold its head so it won't bite and you can stab it."

You reached out to hold the walker's hair, mindful of his claws reaching for you. Daryl’s hand hovered next to yours and you smirked. So much for letting you do it yourself. But you felt more confident knowing he'd grab the walker before it could bite you if you did something wrong. You held the walkers head in place and sank the knife into his skull.

“Careful so the knife doesn't get stuck," Daryl warned you, nodding when you retrieved it without a problem. "Well done."

"Thanks." You grinned at him.

"Let's head back." Daryl gave you a half-smile, reaching to squeeze your shoulder and guiding you to walk with him.

By the time you arrived at the Hilltop, Daryl had also managed to hunt a rabbit, hanging from his belt along with the squirrels. You had taken off your sweater, the day warmer than you had expected it, and you had it tied to your waist. It tightened your tank top over your belly, and you realized once more how the still small bump was visible for everyone by now, not only for you or for Daryl, who seemed to notice everything around him. You still didn't know how you felt about it, but most times it brought a smile to your face instead of tears to your eyes. You guessed it was an improvement.

As you walked through the door, you spotted more known faces from the Sanctuary.

"That's another wife, Nadia!" You grinned at Daryl, pointing at the woman.

"Go talk to her, I'll go clean this and get it ready.

"Okay!"

"You did good today." Daryl gave you a soft smile and your heart skipped a bit.

"Thank you. I really liked it, going out to the woods with you." You smiled shyly.

"I liked it too." Daryl nodded, looking down. "Go talk to your friend."

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So...they’re gotten closer, and Y/N has a crush on him! But what about Daryl? Well...next chapter is going to be fluffy, I’m looking forwards to it.

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Kid - Carl Grimes

This isn’t based on any request. Just based on the idea that Carl has a crush on a girl in the group who is a little older than him and he desperately wants her to take him seriously.

Kid - Carl Grimes x reader

It was increasingly harder to tell time these days. Weeks, months, years passed and all you could really do was guess. Was it Wednesday, had the New Year started, was Ryan Seacrest still alive? Not all important questions but they served enough to keep you occupied. Things in your hometown had gone mad when the epidemic first started. Whenever that was. You had to be at least eighteen now right? Maybe nineteen? Who was to say. The last birthday you remembered was spent with a very special trip to Nashville, to see a Taylor Swift concert. Was she still alive?

Your mom had surprised you with tickets two days before your actual birthday and you’d been so excited you had cried and then you cried again watching Taylor on stage. To be fair you were turning 14 and it was a very emotional time for you. A week later and the dead were walking and your mom was evacuating the house.

And then somehow, through means that you glossed over whenever asked about, you ended up in Georgia, in a prison with a group of survivors that quickly became your family. Taylor Swift and birthdays and your mom and time were all part of some old world, one you couldn’t return to. And while all the other parts of life that you didn’t like were also gone you still missed sleepovers with best friends and ‘girl’s nights’ with your mom. Being at the prison was okay, and while it wasn’t teeming with kids your age there were a few. Beth was nice enough and Patrick was funny albeit a little more naive than anyone else living in the post-apocalypse.

And then there was Carl.

Despite what others had lost you and Carl gravitated towards each other, kindred spirits as Michonne had said, comforted by the knowledge that neither of you were alone in losing a mother. And that both of you had experienced the trauma of having to be responsible for your mother’s death. Carl had shot Lori in the head before she could turn, overshadowing the joy of his sister’s birth with the death of his mom. You had killed your mother right after you crossed the state line. You knew because looming above you was a sign that said ‘Welcome to Georgia’. A small herd of walkers had come out of the woods and when you tried to get away one of them grabbed your mother. Unlike Carl, you didn’t shoot your mother in the head. You shot her arm to loosen her grip when she wouldn’t let you go and then you ran, listening to the sounds of her screaming while she was being eaten alive.

“This life is all about hard choices.” Rick had offered when he and Daryl had found you on the road. They asked their three questions and you told them what had happened.

“She was bitten, I would’ve died if she didn’t let go. I didn’t want to die.” You didn’t cry as you relayed the story. The girl who cried at stupid teen movies and pop songs had stopped existing while you were still in Tennessee. This girl didn’t cry at anything.

After the prison you found your way to Glenn and Tara and eventually back with the whole group. The only kids who survived, made even more blatant by Beth dying in Atlanta, you and Carl seemed to draw closer to each other. The three years between the two of you had never really mattered, even at the prison and especially now as you travelled toward D.C. Eugene made a lot of claims, most of them untrue, but all of you were hoping that this would be the last time you had to pick up and leave.

Though things hadn’t been smooth in Alexandria when you first arrived, and trouble seemed to follow your group the way it did all those old school tv detectives, you still managed to settle into a life here. There were more kids but you had somehow graduated from that moniker. You started hanging around Rosita and Tara more, helping Carol with Judith, watching the wall with Sasha or Daryl. And Carl, who was still more skilled than you by your own admission, was expected to fit in with the kids there. Ron and Enid and the others.

“They don’t do anything, it’s like...they’re living in a bubble.” Carl had complained after the first couple nights there.

“That’s cause they are.” You laughed.

The two of you were sitting up in his room, trying to manage a game of war while Judith napped in her pack’n’play. It was the only card game either of you could remember and Carl mentioned that his mom had taught him how to play.

“Yeah but, I’m not. I don’t wanna sit around and play video games and pretend that doesn’t exist. They’ve never even been outside the walls, except Enid. I don’t get why she wastes her time with them.” Carl grumbled. For thinking he was above being a teenager he sounded an awful lot like one.

“Sounds like xbox isn’t the problem.” You laughed, glancing up from your cards to look at him.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean you’re jealous.”

“I am not.”

“Come on kid, you totally are so. Remember when Beth dated...whatshisname? You were so moody. This is literally the same thing.” You replied, “Is Enid cute?”

“I’m not jealous and don’t call me kid.” He pulled away when you leaned over to ruffle his hair. “Would you stop it!”

“Okay, okay.”

“I’m not jealous.” He huffed, catching the look on your face.

While Carl’s attention was seemingly focused on Enid you were trying to prove yourself to his father, doing whatever you could to help both inside the walls and out. You weren’t sixteen like the other kids in Alexandria, you were old enough to help, to be given responsibilities. You had been out there and survived and that gave you a sort of authority in a place with most people, even the adults, had never ventured outside the walls. With you helping and Carl off running around the woods with Enid it was only natural that the two of you drifted apart. Gone were the days of confiding in each other. There were no more late-night stops into the other’s room to talk or just sit together. No doing chores with each other like you used to at the prison.

You didn’t really spend time together again until the aftermath of the herd and the wolves. While Alexandria tried to repair it’s broken parts you offered to help Rick look after Judith, take responsibility away from Carl so that he could heal.

“Come on, there are literal dead people walking the earth Carl, I think we’re passed high school bullshit. No one is gonna treat you different just cause you’re missing an eye.” You pointed out as you sat in the infirmary with him, changing the bandage on his eye.

Carl was holding his fringe out of the way so you could see his face clearly as you applied ointment around the wound. Your face was close to his and he was studying you as you worked. Noting any small imperfections in your skin. It might be the apocalypse but that didn’t mean you weren’t victim to acne and there was a small rash of a breakout on your jaw that Carl thought was kind of adorable. Even though you were probably annoyed with it. “You don’t know that.”

“If anything they probably think you’re like super cool.” You replied.

“No one thinks that.”

“Wrong again, I definitely think that. I’m sure Enid does too kid.”

“Whatever.” Carl rolled his eyes. Enid was alright and he liked hanging out with her, if only because she had been outside the walls too. But she wasn’t you. All Carl wanted was to get your attention and it seemed like every time he did it backfired on him. You were oblivious to him, no matter how hard he tried to get you to notice. Instead you thought he was interested in Enid and egged him on about her constantly.

He tried in the weeks that passed to get your attention. Rick started to trust him more and more with things around the safe zone. But still he felt like he couldn’t get your attention. And when he could it never changed. That annoying moniker of ‘kid’ that you adopted at the prison stuck every time you said anything to him. The tag at the end of a sentence that he wished he could cut off. It didn’t seem like there was a way to change your perspective until he stowed away on one of Negan’s trucks.

You were at the house with Judith when he was delivered back to the compound. The moment you saw him in the front yard you ran outside, leaving the youngest Grimes in her pack’n’play. The force of you throwing your arms around him as you collided with him sent him stumbling back a step, holding your waist in shock. He had finally surpassed you in height over the summer and had a good two inches on you so he leaned his head down to press his forehead against your shoulder while you held the back of his head with one hand.

“Carl.” Rick called his son’s name and the two of you broke away from each other.

You didn’t see him again until later that night when you went up to his room, a deck of cards in your hands though you had no intention of playing.

“Hey, can I come in?” You asked, leaning against the open door frame.

Carl nodded.

“You scared the shit outta me today Carl...I thought you for sure...” Your voice cracked and you paused to stop yourself from crying, “just cause you haven’t died yet doesn’t mean you can’t. You shouldn’t have done that.”

“Hey, I don’t need you to lecture me too.” Carl replied, taking your admission of fear as scolding. “I’m sick of sitting here doing nothing. They killed Glenn and Abraham, they have Daryl! And we’re just giving them whatever they want.”

“Your dad knows what he’s doing.” You said, coming into the room and closing the door behind you so no one would hear you.

“Oh yeah, Rick Grimes is so amazing. He knows exactly what to do all the time.” He replied sarcastically, glaring at you.

“I mean, Carl Grimes is pretty amazing too.” You joked, taking a seat on the bed.

“I just wanted to do something.”

“I know. I was just...I was so scared Carl. We’ve lost so many people.”

“What’s another name on the wall?”

“Hey! I made it this far because of you. Yeah, Rick and Daryl found me on the road but that would never have mattered if you hadn’t been at the prison. I survived because I had you.” You replied honestly, “you’re not just a name on a wall Carl...to anyone, Michonne, Carol, your dad, me especially.”

Carl leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours suddenly. Your eyes widened and just soon as he had kissed you he was pulling away, his own eyes wide as he stared at you in shock. “I should,” he stood up and rubbed his hands against his jeans anxiously before going to the door and opening it. “I should get some rest. Goodnight.”

You nodded, your mind foggy as you stood up and walked to the door. You stopped in the doorway and Carl looked away, trying not to meet your eyes as you stood across from him. “Goodnight Carl.” You lean forward and kiss his cheek, “I’ll see you in the morning.”

When he closes his door he realizes that for the first time in a long time you didn’t call him ‘kid’. And he can’t keep the smile off his face as he shuts his door and flops back down on the bed.

I adore Carl and am still bitter over his death. He’s a gem and I’ll fight anyone who says he’s a bratty kid. (that's my bratty kid thank you very much).

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A Walker Christmas

Prompt: When Y/n offhandedly declares she wants another Christmas, Daryl gathers everyone up to give her one she will never forget.

"Do you know what I miss most from before?" Y/n hummed, her breath tickling Daryl's chest as she snuggled closer.

"What's that?" He asked, rubbing his hand up and down arm. She hummed, nuzzling into his heck so she could place a kiss to his Adam's apple before actually answering

"Christmas. I don’t mean the presents, 8 mean I miss the magic of it all. The Christmas decorations, people coming together to help one another. The awe of the kids faces when they see the shops all done up and colorful. Oh man I miss the baking top. You know me and mama would spend hours in the kitchen? The last year before it all went to hell in a handbasket we made dozens of sugar cookies. I remember daddy kept sneaking into the kitchen to try and steal em. Always a different way and just so he could see mama smile when finally noticed his slithering on the floor like a snake." She smiled faintly at the memory, though it was still tinged with grief.

Her parents had died close to the beginning, both if them taken down by walkers as they tried to protect their daughter. He had saw it all go down and had tried hard to help but got there just in time to save her. The three of them had been overtaken by walkers and were running to a car. Her father had sent them ahead, ready to take a dozen walkers with just a handgun so his women could make it to the car. They almost did too, if it wasn’t the walker hiding in the car. Her mother spotted it before she did and let out a screech that still haunted Daryl to this day, before body checking her daughter out of harms way and into Daryl’s arms. Had the woman had just waited he could have saved them both but was instead forced to drop his knife so as to not stop the girl. Y/n’s heart wrenching cries of “mama” still kept him up at night but nearly as much as when he had to put her father down. Her sobs of “daddy” as she clutched the dead corpse still broke his heart.

“Do you think we will ever have a Christmas again?” She asked, pulling him back for memories of the dead. Needing to shake himself fully out of it, he lifted her head to press a quick kiss to her lips, sighing at the feel of the against his own.

“I don’t know doll.” He answered, not at all sure why he had suddenly felt the need to use a pet name, he rarely did. Still, the answering smile that accompanied made it worth it.

“Oh I do hope so.” She sighed, nuzzling her nose against his neck before letting out the soft sigh that told him she was about to fall asleep. “I would do anything to have one, for Judith and Hershel I mean.” As she fell asleep, smiling softly that the memories that were playing in her head, Daryl found himself trying to find a way to make her wish come true.

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“This is just the thing to bring all the communities together.” Michonne announced, grinning widely at him. “Not to mention it will be the perfect way to help honour Carl’s wishes. He wanted things to go back to normal.”

“What about those that didn’t celebrate Christmas?” Rick asked, though even he looked excited at the prospect of another Christmas.

“We can change it up a little, add a bit of every culture to it. It’s not going to be on Christmas anyway, we all lost track of what day it was ages ago, so why not reinvent a little, we have been doing that with everything else.” Ezekiel suggested, this getting a round of nods from everyone in the room.

“Ezekiel is right.” Carol said, smiling widely at the room full of people. “We can gather everyone around, ask em what they celebrated before and what aspects they want to continue and those they don’t. Make it something for everyone.”

“When should we have it?” Rick asked.

“As soon as we have everything ready for it. No sense in putting a time limit on it since we don’t how it’s going to look. I say we gather everyone, except Y/n since this is her gift from Daryl, later this afternoon and start planning. Get everyone’s input and what not. When we have all that figured out, we will set a date.”

“I’ll take her out scavenging and come back later this afternoon, should give you guys time to figure it out.

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In the end it took two months to set up, as everyone who was approached about the topic was excited and wanted to contribute in someway. They were also as determined as Daryl to keep it hidden from Y/n, which meant that everything that was made and found (there was a good bit of Christmas stuff hidden away ii basements and attics) were stored and put out carefully. Only those who Y/n didn’t visit often, was fully decorated before the big day, on the inside at least. While he never saw it, he was told afterwards that the night before Christmas people spent the hours outside putting up the decorations they had made or found. Maggie, had it worse though, having to decorate both the inside and outside as Y/n had spent the day there. Not, as Daryl was made to understand, that Maggie minded in the least. As Y/n’s best friend there was little to nothing she wouldn’t do for her.

While all this was going on, Daryl was making on last surprise for the woman he had come to adore. While he couldn’t bring them back, he could at least make sure that she had her parents with her for Christmas. Which is why he and Jesus found themselves standing outside Y/n childhood home, which like every other was ransacked in search for weapons, clothes or anything else that could be useful. The two weren’t looking for anything useful, at least not to anyone else.

“I found it!” Jesus called out, his voice muffled from the being being up in the attic. Daryl let out a quick sigh of relief before closing the door to what could only be Y/n child room, which was now looked as if a tornado had been thru it.

“Can ya bring it down? If we can bring the whole thing with us that would be even better!” He answered, walking over to the base of the stairs, only to find that Jesus was pushing a large very heavy looking, oak trunk towards him.

“One step ahead of you.” The other man chuckled, pushing it until the end was hanging over the opening. Scrambling up, Daryl grabbed the handle of the trunk and began to pull, the two of them working quickly and silently to get the thing down the stairs. Once out of the attic, they took a moment to catch their breaths and then picked it up once more, and heading down to the main floor of the house, where they were surprised to see Carol and Ezekiel waiting for them.

“Rick told us what you had planned so we followed you here to give you a hand and good thing we did.” Carol explained, eyeing that trunk that the men held between them. “What is it?”

Without saying anything, Jesus and Daryl put it on the ground and opened it up. Carol took a look in it first, her gaze flickering between him and the trunk. In all honesty Daryl was expecting her to say something, but instead she only smiled widely at him.

“This is the best thing you could give her.”

“Naw,” Daryl sighed, looking around the place where she grew up. “The best thing I could give her is this but unless we find a way to secure the neighbourhood I never could.”

“Never say never my dead friend!” Ezekiel exclaimed, reaching out to clasp Daryl firmly on the shoulder. “You know not what tomorrow may bring!”

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“Hey, wake up.” Daryl whispered, shaking my shoulder gently in an attempt to bring me around. I grumbled, blinking away the sleep before fixing my gaze on him, a sleepy smile spreading across my face as I did.

“Morning.” I hummed, stifling a yawn as I stretched.

“Morning, come down stairs with me for a second, I have got something I want to show ya.” I nodded, humming softly as I quickly threw back the covers and slid out of bed. As usual, since we had no heat now, the wooden floors were a bit chilly but I hardly paid it any attention. Now that I was a little more awake, I could see that Daryl was excited, practically vibrating with it.

“What is it?” I asked, letting my head fall to the side when he just shook his head, a grin spreading across his face. Instead of answering he tugged me outside, his smile growing bigger as I looked around the hallway. Sometime during the night he had decorated it, a mix of handmade and scavenged christmas decorations hanging from the ceiling and walls.A tiny little fake tree, stood on the table I had placed by the bathroom, fake little lights strung around it. It looked so much like the one my mama always to place in the center of the diner table, that I had tears in my eyes. A strand of twisted homemade garland, made out of pine branches, ran down the railing of the stairs.

“Oh Daryl!” I cried, turning around and throwing myself at him. “It’s wonderful!”

“It’s not all. Go down stairs.” I nodded, practically running down the steps, cries of delight leaving me as I noticed the rest of the house was decorated too. As I turned the corner to the living room, I froze in place, a wide smile stapled on my face.

“Merry Christmas!” Rick, Michonne, Carol, Ezekiel and Judith cried, all of them standing in front of the biggest tree I had ever seen. I had let out a cry and rushed forward, embracing them all before turning to smile widely at Daryl.

“Maggie..” He began, frowning as I waved my hand to quite him.

“Don’t you apologize, Maggie’s got every right to not want to be here, since we are holding Negan and she not being aloud to avenge Glenn and all. Though I do keep telling her that it’s not what Glenn would have wanted, her hanging out to that hate.” I explained, smiling at him as I move forward to wrap my arms around his neck. “Now should it have been you that Negan killed, well I would be in the same boat. But enough about Negan, this. Oh Daryl, this is the best thing in the world. You got me Christmas.”

“That’s not all. Jesus and I went and got you this.” He smiled as he pulled away from me and turning me around. I frowned, confused at to what I missed but noticed that our friends had moved and in doing so revealed a large oak trunk that I knew by heart.

“Granddad’s trunk! Oh mama kept all the family stuff in it.” I cried, rushing forward and dropped to my knees in front of it. “I do hope it’s all still in there. Daddy was so sure no one would find the attic but mama was so afraid, leaving it all behind.” As I rambled, I thru the lid open, letting out a cry of pure joy when I noticed that everything was still inside. Inside, packed to the brim, was all our family’s most valuable things, at least to us. There was mama’s wedding dress, a picture of her and daddy on their wedding. Granddad’s and nana’s wedding bands, the medals granddaddy won in the second world war and at the bottom, tucked away out of sight, was all the mama’s jewelry box.

“What are those?” Judith asked, kneeling down beside me and picking up one of the old medals. I smiled, pushing mama’s box aside and turned my attentioned to her.

“Why my granddaddy won them in the war. I can’t remember but they all are for but that one is called the medal of honor. He got this after he went into enemy territory, brought down a german commander and in the process saved 10 men from being killed.”

“Your granddaddy sounds like he was cool!” Judith exclaimed, gazing down at the medal in her hand with wide eyes.

“That he was.” I sighed, thinking back on the memories I had with my grandfather.

“Do you have other stories about him?” Judith asked, smiling when I nodded.

“Why he told me a lot of stories from his time in the war, why don’t we all sit down and I’ll tell em to ya.”

“Can you start with the one on how he won the medal of honor?” Ezekiel asked, smiling widely down at me.”I feel like that would be a very courageous tale indeed.”

“Oh that it was, take a seat and I’ll tell ya all about it. I’ll start with explaining just what the war was about, for Judith’s sake. It was always how my granddaddy started it. Said it was important to never forget the evil that was done.” As I started the story, watching as my family gathered around, I couldn’t help but remember the many Christmas’s I spent sitting in front of my granddaddy, listening as he told me the same story. For the first time since the walkers came, it really did feel like Christmas.

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nellie-elizabeth · 4 years

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The Walking Dead: The Tower (10x15)

It looks like the finale of The Walking Dead has been postponed because of COVID-19, so this is where we will be leaving these characters for a while. How does this episode hold up as a finale? Let's dive in!

Cons:

I think Daryl and Judith are adorable and I always like seeing them together, but their scenes in this particular episode didn't really work for me the way I think they were supposed to. Far too sentimental, if I'm being honest. It just felt like Daryl was making a declaration that "I'll never leave you... but I can't promise because we don't know what's going to happen," specifically so people can be scared he's going to die. Now, I don't think they'll kill Daryl off. I think he's one of the last things holding this show together, honestly. But that whole moment with Judith seemed designed specifically to tease the potential of him getting hurt or dying or disappearing soon. I hate that kind of plodding, heavy-handed foreshadowing. And Judith was a little bit too "kid on TV" for me this week, with her pathetic little voice saying she doesn't want Daryl to leave her like Michonne did.

Also... Negan telling Lydia that he tied her up to keep her safe is such malarkey. It makes no sense that Lydia was ever tied up in the first place; it was so clearly just done to fool the audience about Negan's loyalties.

Pros:

One thing I did kind of appreciate about Judith and Daryl was that moment when Judith admits that Michonne is going off to help some people that she met, but she doesn't mention Rick. It's interesting to me that she kept that information back, even as I was dying to know what Daryl's reaction to the news would have been.

I liked Kelly and Carol spending some time together. You'd expect Kelly to hate Carol for her role in Connie's very-probable death, but in fact, Kelly says she understands Carol. She knows that she's always been the person who needs to handle things in her own way. And she gets being in denial about the right thing to do. I also loved how Kelly talked about sign language. As she has started to lose her hearing, she's been scared about what that means - but her Deafness is actually her super-power, as everyone around her starts to learn some ASL to be able to communicate with her. That's such an incredible and empowering message, and now I'm really hoping that knowing sign language is going to be a key skill in a vital moment. Maybe the gang can pass messages to each other discreetly without alerting Beta and the others? We'll have to see!

Beta has completely lost it, and it is honestly kind of fascinating to see. He has taken control of the Whisperers, but he bristles at the implication that he's the new Alpha. He remains Beta, and woe be to anyone who says otherwise. As the episode ends, we see the hoard closing in on our gang of intrepid heroes, leaving us on one hell of a cliffhanger. I want to be annoyed about this, because Alpha's death didn't actually really change much in terms of the Whisperers being a threat... but also, I think Beta is going more for an all-or-nothing strategy, while Alpha might have taken her time and tried something a bit more nuanced and clever. Also, we weren't meant to be left with this cliffhanger for long, and I can't exactly blame the show runners for the real-life pandemic that has put a temporary halt to the fake one in The Walking Dead.

My favorite part of this episode was the story with Princess! At first, I kept wondering if we were going to find out somehow that Princess was the person who had been talking to Eugene, luring him here in need of companionship, but that's not the route we went here. Princess really is just a loner trying to survive in a crazy world. Her isolation has clearly started to affect her mind. When Yumiko, Ezekiel, and Eugene meet Princess, she seems erratic at best, insane at worst. She scares away their horses with gunfire, and seems not at all self-conscious about the creepy Walker tableaux she has set up through town.

But she also wants to help. So even as Eugene is anxious to move on and reach the rendezvous, they follow Princess in search of promised vehicles. She leads them into a mine field, apparently just an accidental detour, but at the end of the day her loneliness and despair really endear her to the gang, and Yumiko, the most suspicious and cold from the start, extends her an invitation to join them on their journey.

I love Princess. She is an instantly invigorating presence on the show. She's funny, she's erratic to the point where you can't ever feel quite safe with her, which adds an interesting element. I loved the parallel between Princess and Eugene, as well. He too has lied to people just to keep them around. That's how we met him on the show, when he was pretending to have government information so Abraham and Rosita would keep him safe.

I liked that this whole plot thread sort of felt like a wacky detour, but also introduced a new character, who could be quite interesting, either in the short-term or as a more permanent addition to the cast. I'm also desperately wishing I could see Eugene meet his radio friend now... I can't believe we have to wait to find out more!

So there you have it. This episode was obviously not intended as a finale when it was written and shot, but I think it works pretty well nevertheless. We'll see how long we have to wait before we see the conclusion, and Maggie's return!

8/10

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