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[thaliasandy]

bullettimescully said: This needs to be written… *nods*

Oooh yes please! I'd love to read it!!;)

[noxidanamchara]

bullettimescully replied to your post: bullettimescully replied to your post: Carylers...

Welcome! :) There’s another one where she has a tattoo of a blue hummingbird (I think…), but I can’t remember the name.

a blue HUMMINGBIRD. OHMYGOD. I would love to read that. But I would love for it to not exist either, because I would love to use that for myself now! I LOVE HUMMINGBIRDS. I. LOVE. THEM.

If someone would like to find me the thing, or tell me whether the blue hummingbird already exists that WOULD BE AWESOME. (I'd love to use the blue hummingbird and I don't want to infringe on someone).

[noxidanamchara]

bullettimescully replied to your post: Carylers - I SUMMON THEE

Carol has a tattoo, a pink flower, in A Heavy Cross, by SepticLoveBite. :) Daryl discovers it when they’re changing by the river.

Thank you so much! Since I'm unsure if this is the one she was talking about I'll let her know about it and we shall see if this it! Thanks girl!

[angelsanarchy]

Prompt request by Bullettimescully

I tried to include everything that you mentioned. I'm a little rusty so hope it's not terrible.

We open on the prison, sun rising, birds chirping, not a walker in sight, etc… all in all it’s a beautiful morning. Calm and serene.

The people inside are waking up (except for the ones already on watch). We see little snippets of morning life for all of them: making coffee, getting breakfast started, taking a shower, feeding the kids…

We see Rick doing his thang, Glenn and Maggie, Herschel…

And then we pan to one of the upper cells. We clearly see Carol asleep under the covers, just her hair visible. Then from off screen Daryl sits up from the same bed. He smacks her playfully on the bottom and tells her ‘get up woman… I ain’t got all day’ before getting up and getting dressed.

She may or may not grumble and try to pull him back down with her for a bit of morning fun.

The sun started to rise, spilling light through the trees and fences of the prison. From the outside, the prison would look like heaven to any survivors at this point. Barely a walker in sight in months, the debris from the attack long cleared and rows of produce growing in gardens that Hershel, Carol and Rick had helped set up.  Inside the prison was equally as peaceful. The morning brought people out of bed for guard duties and breakfast chores. Smells of coffee and potatoes started to waft through the prison making Daryl groan. He opened his eyes as soon as people started shuffling around in the cell block. Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, he could hear distant birds chirping and the air seemed to smell almost new.

He glanced over at the chart on the wall that they had started once the Woodbury people settled into the prison. Today marked the 215 day without incident. He let out a deep breath knowing that he had slept in this morning. By now, Beth would probably be feeding the kids, Karen would be helping the older women with serving breakfast and Hershel would have Glenn and Maggie helping him in the garden. He’d probably missed his morning watch but now that they had Tyreese, he had a bit of slack. He thought that having someone else helping Rick out would make him feel replaced but when the Woodbury people moved in and Merle died, a lot of things changed.

 He glanced over at the head that hid underneath the covers, the shoulder length hair lying on the pillow that they shared as she rested peacefully. Something he still had trouble wrapping his head around was how things had gotten as far as they had with Carol. He sat up, scratching his chest and running his hand through his hair now that it had grown to an extreme length. Carol had been telling him she would cut it for weeks now but every night before they went to bed she would run her fingers through it and push it out of his face and he secretly enjoyed it.

“You better run something through that mop or else the others are gonna think you got lucky last night.” He turned his head and smiled at her as she kept her eyes closed.

“Maybe that’s what I want them to think.” He grumbled.

“You keep talking like that and you might just.” She smirked with her eyes still closed and he laughed.

“We slept in. Best get up before they come lookin’.” Daryl rolled out of bed and reached for his pants pulling them on.

“All work and no play makes Daryl a dull boy.” Carol teased him. He shook his head and smacked her on the ass making her eyes snap open.

“Get up woman, I ain’t got all day.” Daryl teased right back as he reached for his shirt.

“You’re all talk, you know that?” Daryl turned and looked at Carol as she leaned on her elbow.

“You think so?” Daryl cocked is eyebrow at her.

“Smack a woman’s ass and then run off to go play with your...bow.”  Carol said smirking.

“Do you have something better in mind?” Daryl challenged and Carol sat up and started to undo the front buttons of her sleep shirt.

“I have a couple things in mind.” She said shimmying out of the shirt and making Daryl lick his lips. He shrugged out of his shirt and tossed it back on the chair making Carol laugh as he slid on top of her.

“You’re trouble, you know that?” He said before kissing her lips. She ran her hand up his naked back and into his hair gripping it. He smiled into the kiss. It had been 215 days without incident and 175 days since he became the luckiest guy at the end of the world.

[angelsanarchy]

Holy moly

I ask for Caryl prompts and bullettimescully sends me this detailed bowl of awesome. No pressure haha

[angelsanarchy]

It's me again. :) Last Caryl prompt of the night... promise.- Requested by Bullettimescully

 Carol was thrilled when things had gotten serious with Daryl. She had waited so long for him to get comfortable with being intimate and when he decided that she was his “woman” she didn’t think she could be happier. She felt more loved and admired with Daryl then she ever had a single day with being married to Ed. The honeymoon period was over too quickly for her liking though. Thing’s had started to change within a week of him making there “thing” official. He had become possessive and demanding. She wasn’t allowed to be alone with the other men or go on runs. She had felt suffocated. Her biggest mistake was talking about it with the other women because when they suddenly got silent and she realized he was behind her, everything had gone downhill from there.

“Daryl, please just wait.” Carol chased after him as he stormed up to the cell block.

“I’ll get my stuff and get out of your way.” Daryl threw the things around in the cell and Carol tried to stay out of his way.

“I didn’t mean it like you took it. I love being with you.” Carol said making Daryl snort.

“Yeah right, to my face you love it but when you think I’m not around I’m some possessive asshole.” Daryl bit.

“Please just stop and talk to me. I didn’t mean it like that.” Carol begged and Daryl put his hands up.

“STOP! I don’t need your god damn charity. I’m not my old man or your stupid ass husband. I don’t need no woman to feel forced to stay with me. I’m done.” Daryl threw his bag over his shoulder and bounded out of the cell. Carol sat down on the bunk and knew there was no reaching him right now. She rubbed at her temples trying to think about how she could possibly fix things with Daryl without going back to being told what to do all the time and it took most of the night to figure out what she was going to do.

Rick had told her Daryl moved to another cell block entirely to be alone and that if she wanted the key he would give it to her. She waited until she knew he was in his cell long enough to be prepared for bed before she took a deep breath and walked to his cell block. She had one of his plaid shirts on as she crept into his cell and shut the door, waking him.

“What the hell are you doing? I ain’t got no key.” Daryl sat up and Carol knew he was sleeping naked by the way the blanket fell. It was a hot summer so sleeping without clothes wasn’t entirely unspeakable.

“I have the key.” She said softly undoing the buttons on the shirt.

“Good then you can let yourself out and leave me-“ He trailed off as the shirt fell to the floor revealing Carol’s naked body before his eyes.

“Lay back.” Carol said stepping closer to Daryl as he sat up on his elbows.

“What?” He questioned finding it hard to take his eyes off of her body. Carol pulled the sheet off of his body and his erection was plain as day as she straddled him.

“What are you doing?” Daryl gripped her sides and she grabbed his hands quickly.

“Talking to you is too damn difficult when you’ve made up your mind and I’m not letting you go. I’ve clearly captured your attention so we’re going to talk this out and if you’re lucky it will end in your favor.” Carol said before letting go of his hands.

“So you’re using sex as some sort of tool? That’s real n-iice.” Daryl bit his lip hard as Carol reached between them and positioned herself on top of him. She sank down on him slowly letting him get situated and giving herself some time to adjust to his size before she moved her hips slowly.

“I care about you Daryl. More than I’ve cared about any man and I would never compare you to Ed or your father.  You aren’t a monster and I’d never refer to you as such.” Carol breathed out slowly and Daryl licked his lips.

“Then…why…did you…say that?” Daryl was trying to focus on her words and not how good he felt.

“I didn’t mean you were abusive. I meant you were possessive as in when you tell me I can’t go on runs. You could get hurt just as much as me!” Carol defended gripping her breast in her hand.

“I’d prefer it that way! I can’t…I can’t lose you. Don’t you get that? Oh fuck.” Daryl gripped Carol’s hips to slow her down a bit.

“I’m a grown woman, Daryl. I can make my own decisions. You don’t consult me on every move you make, why should I consult you?” She asked throwing her head back.

“Sorry I give a shit.” Daryl groaned.

“We need to communicate Daryl. That’s how I imagine good relationships work. I want to be with you, do you want to be with me?” Carol stopped moving and Daryl looked up at her breathless.

“Yeah…I do. I just…I’m no good at this stuff.” Daryl drew a circle on her hip and Carol leaned down to kiss him.

“You’re pretty good at this part.” She teased and he chuckled.

“Most of it is because of you.” Daryl admitted as she started to move her hips again. Daryl ran his dull fingernails down her sides as her pace increased.

“And this whole staying away from the other men is ridiculous. You know Rick and Glenn are family. I can’t shut them out because you are insecure, especially with all these other women looking at you.” Carol said making Daryl lift his head.

“I’m not insecure! And what other women?” He asked in pants.

“Oh please. The Woodbury women stare at you like a golden God and you’re worried I’m going to stray on you. It’s ridiculous.” Carol felt herself getting close and Daryl started to thrust up.

“I don’t see any of those women. All I see is you!” Daryl pressed himself as deep as he could into Carol as he came with a loud moan. Carol continued to move to reach her peak and when she did she rested her hands on Daryl’s chest.

“All I see is you too.” She stared down at him and he looked up at her thoughtfully before pulling her into a gentle kiss.

“All I can do is try not to be so jealous. I can’t make no promises.” Daryl said stroking the back of her neck where her hair had grown out.

“I’d like that.” She rested her head on his chest and he put his arms around her.

“You think we’ll ever get this right?” He asked curiously and Carol laughed.

“I think as long as we communicate like this we will.” Carol teased making Daryl laugh.

[thereadersmuse]

bullettimescully replied to your post: *cackles evilly* *types feverishly on “Flutter”*

Dirty tease!

You know it!

[noxidanamchara]

bullettimescully replied to your post: I just need someone to be here, physically, to...

I’d certainly hug you if I could. My ask or email is always there if you need it. *hugs*

thank you. i appreciate it.