Here's a little Caryl ficlet @southerncountrygirl prompts from this list.
Break
Daryl grunted as he pulled the door shut for the motorcycle parts shop. For two months, he and Merle had kept the business running. He hardly believed it was possible for such low in the gutter trash like them to even own a business, but by some miracle, they’d found a cheap space in a row of shopping spaces to rent and sell the motorcycle parts they scrounged up from places around the area.
The outside back of the shop’s view was less than desirable. A narrow deck, that ran as long as the building, rose over sloped land that met fencing that had seen better days. Daryl retreated to the deck for smoke breaks throughout the day. He’d sit on the edge of the deck, legs dangling over the side as he gazed out over the fence and contemplated life.
The door to the little restaurant next door opened. Sometimes he was joined by a waitress or cook from the restaurant. They’d make small talk or try to ignore him once they’d give a mandatory greeting. He hunched his shoulders and kept his eyes forward, assuming it was one of the usual employees. He left it in their ballpark to greet him or not.
“Hi,” said a soft voice he didn’t recognize, “I wasn’t expecting anybody out here.”
Daryl chanced a look at the new person. His breath caught. Blue eyes prettier than the brightest sky met his. Daryl was caught off guard by the new face. His mind completely stopped as he stared at her.
The woman fidgeted under his gaze.
“I can take my break somewhere else—” she was already turning to retreat into the restaurant’s back entrance.
“Hey!” Daryl barked sharper than he meant to. The woman froze. He could see the tension in her back and shoulders. “You don’t have to go,” he added, softer, friendlier.
The woman turned to face him slowly, her lips pursed together. She looked as frightened as a mouse. Daryl cursed himself for spooking her.
“You can sit. Up to you,” he offered.
The woman stepped up to the edge of the deck, hesitation radiating off her. She slid palms along the back of her uniform dress, smoothing the skirt against her as she sat – leaving some distance between them.
Daryl flicked the gathering ash from his cigarette he’d temporarily forgot he was holding. He surveyed her from the corner of his eye. He couldn’t quite guess her age. Her face was youthful, but her nearly buzzed hair was peppered with grey.
Daryl straightened his shoulders unconsciously and took a long drag of his cigarette before snuffing it out between his fingers. “You new?”
He was glad to see a faint but genuine smile on her face. “No. I started here about two months ago, but I’ve always worked the evening shift. I’m just filling in this shift today for someone.”
That explained why he’d never seen her before. The shop closed at 5 in the evening. By then, Merle was ready to head to the bar to drink his supper while Daryl heated up leftovers at home.
He caught a glimpse of her name tag. “Carol?” The woman looked startled that he knew her name. He gestured to the name tag and she glanced down as reckoning spread across her face.
She quietly laughed. Daryl couldn’t help the way the corners of his mouth turned up just a little. He liked the way her nose scrunched, and her eyes shined. “I forget my name is plastered on my chest for all the world to see.” She leaned forward, eyes searching him. “Can I ask your name? or is it a mystery?”
He sniffed. “No mystery. Just Daryl.”
“Nice to meet you, Daryl. I’ll easily remember your name.”
He threw her a questioning look.
“Daryl. Carol. They rhyme,” she answered, knowing exactly what he was wondering.
He mulled it over in his head and then snorted. “You’re right. Didn’t occur to me. Guess I need to read more Dr. Seuss.”
She laughed again, and Daryl wished he could hear more of that sound. It wasn’t everyday he made someone laugh, especially a very pretty lady.
“Carol!” a rather gruff voice yelled from the restaurant’s backdoor. “You’re needed inside!”
Daryl frowned. She’d only just joined him a few minutes ago. “Not much of a break.”
Carol sighed. “No, but at least my bills are being paid.” She stood up, and Daryl joined her. “It was nice meeting you, Daryl. Maybe we’ll catch each other during a break again, sometime.”
She sounded hopeful, and Daryl knew right then he didn’t want to let her down. “Yeah, maybe so.”
He watched her return to the bustle of the restaurant. Eating leftovers at home didn’t seem as appealing anymore. Maybe he’d take his suppers at the restaurant next door. Then, maybe he’d get to see Carol’s smile and get her to laugh again.
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Incorrect Caryl inner monologue - 11x20, What's been lost.
I wanted to do a lighthearted one (+ all the gifs by the illustrious @mcbride )
Now they were definitely thinking about saving the kids during these scenes. And it obviously never crossed their minds just how well they worked together and how hot it was. It definitely 100% never crossed their minds. All of us just invented the sexual tension in these scenes, right. RIGHT? 👀
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Carol, internally: I'm close enough to feel his breath on my face. His lips look a bit chapped. Ok, he's really hot right now, and I'm kinda turned on. Maybe... I don't stop him. NO WAIT TORTURE IS WRONG. Daryl, stop that.
Daryl, internally: I wanna punch this asshole, but I can't when she's touchin' me and lookin' at me like that. Did her eyes just flick to my lips? My heart's beating faster because of adrenaline, definitely. Don't look, that's how them impossibly blue eyes getchya.
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Daryl, internally: Did she just womanhandle me? Yeah, she pushed me away. If she thinks I'm gonna let her push me around like that... she's right. Damn straight I am. My wife Carol's such a badass.
Carol, internally: ok, that's the first time I've touched him in a bit. That's ok, that's fine. It's just his pecs, Carol. You've felt them before. On your face when he wraps you in his arms. Damn it, Carol. Focus on the torture.
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Carol, internally: This is weird. I don't know how to be a good cop. Daryl, don't look at me like that it's distracting. I wanna stab his face. Can I stab his face?
Daryl, internally: *sigh* She's so hot when she gets all quiet and stabby. I'm not turned on. But Carol, torture is wrong... Keep going.
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Daryl, internally: Please be safe. I'll find you. But if I die here, I want yours to be the last face I see. 'Cause I love you.
Carol, internally: Then please don't die. Be safe and come back. Please just come back to me. Find me. I'll be waiting. Because I love you.
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Carol, internally: You're safe. You're alive. You're here. I love you. You came back to me. You found me.
Daryl internally: You're safe. You're alive. You're here. You're beautiful. I love you. You waited for me.
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Daryl, internally: I just wanna hold her so badly. But we're not there yet, and we got company. Fuckin' Lance. DARYL, BE COOL. Just do your cool strut so she can't tell how much you wanna hold her and kiss her right now.
Carol, internally: ok he's doing that cool strut again. My heart is beating faster because of the adrenaline, obviously. Would it be weird if I tripped and fell into his arms for a quick second or... hour? REEL IT IN CAROL, you've got an audience. Fuckin' Lance.
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Daryl, internally: Hey Lance. Get fucked. A'right I needta NOT think about "gettin' fucked" when I'm near her.
Carol, internally: K Lance, party's over. My husband Daryl's home. Time to fuckin' die. Nope. Can't think about "fucking" when I'm near him.
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I think what I hate about this the most is that they’ve forced the Daryl spin-off when it no longer makes any narrative sense. He just WOULD NOT LEAVE. Wouldn’t leave Carol. Wouldn’t leave the kids. Wouldn’t leave the place that he’d found within his community (which the show previously established - he was the one wanting to stay when Carol was running!).
Daryl and Carol leaving together somewhat made sense, at least. Whilst I’m not sure they’d have left the kids before Michonne and Rick returned, they are each others’ people and if the kids were safe I could see them feeling able to leave. But in forcing Daryl to go solo when nothing has lead to this so far, they’ve fundamentally changed both his character and Caryl’s dynamic. It’s been detrimental to the finale because Daryl leaving Carol is just not believable. Especially as Michonne is already trying to find Rick.
On the whole, I don’t hate the, “I love you” scene. It’s gorgeous and the fact that those are the last words spoken between them is special. I could even see this declaration paving the way for full canon in a rally believable way. The fact that Carol wasn’t sure of the gravity of it or if it’s meaning. The intimacy could have come later, had this taken place perhaps just before the final battle. But I hate the ambiguity we were left with. But of course, it has to be ambiguous. They need to make it believable that they’d go in different directions, and that wouldn’t fly if they’d kissed. They need to keep Daryl single for whatever ship-baiting they have planned for the spin-off. They need to tease Caryl reuniting to bring in viewers (I do suspect that they’ll try to bring Carol back in at some point, though that’ll depend on MMB and whether they want to keep it in France. She may make a cameo in the finale of the spin-off..I dunno).
Anyway, I don’t know what to say. I expected worse in truth, but it’s so obvious that we were supposed to get something else. Likely the start of canon that would be explored in their own dedicated spin-off. And I’m grieving that in a way. TWD was a big part of my youth, and Caryl was the first ship that captured my heart. I’ll always love it, and I’ll always love Carol in particular. They’ll always be canon to me.
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