Loss … it’s the only constant thing they’ve come to know. People come and go, there’s no rhyme or reason to it; at least none which can stop the ache gripping them now. When it feels as though the world is crumbling down around them, Carol and Daryl latch onto the only lifeline they have … the only one which has ever felt real. Late season 9 (theorized). Challenge response to Smutfest 3.0.
Everything is dark,
it’s more than you can take.
But you catch a glimpse of sunlight,
shining, shining down on your face.
Your face,
oh, your face.
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