[careol]

#CAREOL: an independent, private, highly selective carol peletier of amc's the walking dead. other crossover and alternate universes available. this blog may contain subject matter that is not suitable to young viewers. viewer discretion is advised. cherished by stephanie.

**TEMPORARILY MOVED TO MULTIMUSE @murkyhazed

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[careol]

TEMPORARILY MOVED TO @murkyhazed UNTIL I CAN HANDLE 2 BLOGS AGAIN!!

[careol]

TEMPORARILY MOVED TO @murkyhazed UNTIL I CAN HANDLE 2 BLOGS AGAIN!!

[careol]

TEMPORARILY MOVED TO @murkyhazed UNTIL I CAN HANDLE 2 BLOGS AGAIN!!

[careol]

TEMPORARILY MOVED TO @murkyhazed UNTIL I CAN HANDLE 2 BLOGS AGAIN!!

[careol]

TEMPORARILY MOVED TO @murkyhazed UNTIL I CAN HANDLE 2 BLOGS AGAIN!!

[careol]

TEMPORARILY MOVED TO @murkyhazed UNTIL I CAN HANDLE 2 BLOGS AGAIN!!

[careol]

TEMPORARILY MOVED TO @murkyhazed UNTIL I CAN HANDLE 2 BLOGS AGAIN!!

[careol]

TEMPORARILY MOVED TO @murkyhazed UNTIL I CAN HANDLE 2 BLOGS AGAIN!!

[careol]

TEMPORARILY MOVED TO @murkyhazed UNTIL I CAN HANDLE 2 BLOGS AGAIN!!

[careol]

TEMPORARILY MOVED TO @murkyhazed UNTIL I CAN HANDLE 2 BLOGS AGAIN!!

[careol]

TEMPORARILY MOVED TO @murkyhazed UNTIL I CAN HANDLE 2 BLOGS AGAIN!!

[careol]

TEMPORARILY MOVED TO @murkyhazed UNTIL I CAN HANDLE 2 BLOGS AGAIN!!

[careol]

I can't handle 2 blogs right now, so FOR NOW Carol is moving over to my multi until I can be in the headspace for 2 blogs. You are free to move any threads over to there! If there are any lmao its been so long

[liftedrelics]

Shane didn't know what he should have expected when finding Rick and the others again. He knew he wasn't going to be welcome with open arms, that he and Rick weren't going to be best friends again, or that most of them would even forgive him for the decisions he made back on that farm in the beginning, but it still didn't feel right. He was a ghost now, wasn't even the same man. He didn't know how to come back from the dead without an offering, or some kind of way to apologize for everything he did. He's still repenting for all of those sins and the more he repents the further from forgivness he feels.

He takes a deep breath, fingers wrapped around the doorknob in preperation to leave but he cant do it. Carol's words sting sharp in his chest, perforating a deep wound that feels like it's growing the longer he stands there. Finally, a heavy breathe of frustration is released and he's slamming his fist into door before rubbing the palm of his hand against a sweat covered forehead. He's hot and uncomfortable, mind racing with the events of a past he cant make up for, and the loss of those he loved so deeply was weighing on him. He wasn't there for most of their deaths, for Lori's, for Carl's......He never got to say goodbye to either of them. "What am I s'pose to do Carol? How am I s'pose to live with myself? I left them ..."

There's a pause as he turns to rest his back against the door, the palms of his hands covering the length of his face now, and he's trying to hold himself together but emotions run deep. "I know they wanted nothin' to do with me, I know I wasn't welcome in their life anymore and that's why I took off. I had to leave, I didn't know they'd......." The words catch in his throat and the man loses all composure he'd been holding on to and begins sliding down to the floor while hiding his sobs in the palms of his hands.

[careol]

@liftedrelics

               it   is   never   easy   to   watch   someone   you   love   reach   their   breaking   point.      unfortunately   she   has   seen   it   many   times   with   different   people.      the   effect   on   her   was   no   different.      she   was   deeply   empathetic,   she   felt   for   people   in   ways   she   wished   she   didn’t.      running   away   had   been   her   way   of   trying   to   escape   it,   but   of   course   she   found   new   people,   she   found   shane.      it   seemed   that   no   matter   where   she   turned,   she   would   always   find   someone   that   slipped   beneath   the   surface   and   got   her   to   care   again.

               her   eyes   fill   with   tears,   watching   the   man   succumb   to   his   emotions,   watching   as   he   slides   to   the   floor   in   utter   defeat.      heart   breaks,   her   instinct   to   rush   to   him   and   hold   him,   but   she   knows   him.      he’s   a   time   bomb   waiting   to   explode,   and   if   she   smothers   him   with   her   comfort   it   could   create   the   opposite   effect   of   what   she   wants.      so   she   stays   where   she   is,   stood   above   him,   watching   his   shoulders   shake   as   years   of   guilt   begin   to   break   through   the   cracks.      a   tear   slides   down   her   cheek,   and   she   waits   another   beat   before   she   carefully   kneels   to   the   ground   in   front   of   him.      hands   are   placed   firmly   at   her   knees,   not   daring   to   reach   out   just   yet.

               ❝   he   would   have   killed   you.   ❞      it’s   a   whisper,   she’s   referring   to   rick.      the   rift   between   them   had   been   growing   steadily,   and   in   the   end   a   man   would   do   what   he   had   to   in   order   to   protect   the   image   of   his   family.      shane   complicated   that   image.      ❝   i   can’t   speak   for   lori…      but   i   can   assure   you,   carl   loved   you.      you   were   in   his   life   since   he   was   born.      you   saved   him   when   all   this   shit   started.      you   were   important   to   him.      if   he   didn’t   care   about   you…      you   never   would   have   gotten   a   letter.   ❞      that   is   when   she   reaches   out,   resting   her   hand   lightly   on   his   knee.      ❝   don’t   throw   all   of   that   away,   shane.      don’t   let   the   guilt   send   you   to   your   death.   ❞

[paralyziingfears]

[  ....  ]            the  utter  silence  coming  from  the  outside  was  peaceful,  tranquil,  wanting.  the  chaos  that  was  thrusted  into  their  journey  had  been  draining  and  it  was  finally  freeing  to  feel  a  sense  of  relaxation  in  this  remote,  abandoned  cabin  with  @careol.  of  course,  he  was  still  burdened  with  the  consuming  concern  of  where  their  people  ended  up,  if  they  survived  after  the  attack,  if  ...  his  sister  was  still  alive  out  there,  somewhere.  but,  right  now,  there  wasn't  anything  he  could  do  but  wait  until  morning.  tyreese  was  enjoying  the  emptiness  of  the  outside  through  the  glass  of  the  stained  window  until  carol  had  spoken  with  a  soft,  careful  voice.  his  attention  was  turned  to  her,  eyes  noticing  the  way  her  delicate  fingers  fiddled  with  the  elastic  wrapped  around  her  wrist.  his  heart  fell  in  sadness  for  carol,  not  sure  exactly  what  to  say  in  this  instance,  but  he  wanted  to  be  there  for  her.  he  sighed  softly,  staying  by  the  window,  ❝  sophia,  right  ?  ❞  he  asked,  his  voice  matching  the  same  gentle  tone  she  carried.  ❝  what  was  she  like  ...  ?  ❞  he  asked,  genuinely  curious.

[careol]

@paralyziingfears

               carol   doesn’t   often   utter   her   daughters   name   anymore.      it   hurts   if   she’s   honest,   makes   her   heart   ache   and   the   guilt   rise   like   bile   in   her   throat.      it   was   sad   really,   being   unable   to   even   speak   her   own   child’s   name.      maybe   there   will   come   a   day   when   she   can   say   it   again,   but   right   now   it   is   a   wound   that   still   feels   too   fresh.      sometimes   she   wonders   if   the   wound   will   ever   heal.      ❝   yes,   that   was   her   name.   ❞      he   must   have   heard   it   from   someone   else,   because   she’s   fairly   certain   she   hasn’t   spoken   her   name   since   the   farm.      ❝   she   was…      gentle.      timid.   ❞      carol   often   wonders   if   they   had   lived   in   a   different   house,   if   ed   hadn’t   been   in   the   picture,   would   sophia   have   been   so   quiet   and   reserved?      or   would   they   both   have   thrived,   being   the   outgoing,   bubbly   people   they   should   have   been.      ❝   she   wouldn’t   even   hurt   a   fly,   that   one.      she   was   attached   to   my   hip,   she   didn’t   know   any   other   life.      i   think…      i   think   that’s   why   she   died.      she   was   never   built   for   this   world.   ❞

[crownslip-deactivated20260205]

abe swore under his breath at the lack of warning before carol began stitching his head.    yeah,    he probably deserved that.    ❝ i'm not the first person to go out alone and you know that.    i sure as fuck won't be the last. ❞    he could've easily spoken about how he hadn't gone far so the risk had been minimal but with the annoyance wafting off of her,    he was smarter than that to try.    the woman was also wielding a needle extremely close to his eye.    ❝ you don't need to be wasting your supplies.    it didn't need stitches.    would've been fine in a couple days.    it had already started crustin' over. ❞    it wasn't a tiny cut but it could've been a lot worse,    barely even hurt besides when she'd cleaned it.

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@crownslip

               maybe   it   didn’t   need   stitches,   but   carol   didn’t   exactly   have   medical   grade   glue   hanging   around.      it   had   needed   something   to   keep   it   closed   and   lessen   the   chance   of   infection,   so   stitches   was   the   only   way   to   go.      ❝   we’re   trying   to   keep   ourselves   alive,   remember?      even   a   small   gash   like   this   is   the   perfect   breeding   ground   for   infection.      it   only   takes   one   small   cut   to   kill   these   days.   ❞      given   how   abraham   is   as   a   person,   it   wouldn’t   be   a   very   fitting   death   to   be   killed   by   an   infection   from   a   cut.      she   pulls   the   needle   through   three   more   times,   and   then   ties   off   the   end.      four   stitches,   not   huge   but   at   least   it   would   minimize   the   scarring.      she   grabs   a   bandage   from   her   kit,   taping   it   over   the   small   wound   for   extra   protection.      ❝   there,   good   as   new.      make   sure   to   change   the   bandage   when   it   needs   it,   and   clean   the   area   at   least   once   daily.   ❞