#careol

[retriibutions]

"If a demon tried to possess me I'd just be like: ok take it from here, good luck man." to hotch (is she drunk? super overtired? just fucking done? who knows) @careol

fingers curl gently around the whiskey glass he holds. it's rare to have little moments to themselves. no case. no problems. just a moment of peace. it was truly rare. hotch can't help but laugh as he brings his glass up to his lips for a drink.

"something tells me that reid and garcia could save you from demon possession," he jokes.

[wexarethewalkingxdead]

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@careol - I have absolutely followed Stephy since forever. I will forever love her Carol (as well as her Daryl ( @murkyhazed )), and forever recommend her to everyone.

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[klarsynt]

@careol sent: ❝ you’ve seen me at my worst but you’re still here… ❞

❝ where else would i be? ❞ there's a sincerity in the response as it rolls off of his lips with ease. he might say it reflexively, but not mindlessly. at first, he thought about returning to his isolation. he thought of it often. and then...well, one day he just stopped. he isn't sure when it was. he just knows he has no desire to abandon her. she has yet to leave him behind and that's more than he can say about most. emil tilts his head, the hazel depths of his eyes full of emotions he doesn't quite know how to explain as they roam across carol's features. he lifts a hand and touches her chin, just lightly pinching it between his thumb and forefinger. there's a ghost of a smile about his lips. it's barely there but it shows in the softening of his expression, the openness in his eyes. ❝ your worst isn't so bad. not to me. ❞

[rayofsunshinc]

starter for @careol | Michonne & Carol

The sun had long since dipped below the horizon. The streets of Alexandria were quiet, save for the occasional creak of the walls standing tall against the darkness. Michonne stood outside Carol’s house, katana strapped to her back, arms crossed. She took a breath, then knocked — firm, but not demanding.

❝Carol. It’s me.❞ A pause. ❝You gonna let me in, or are we gonna talk through the door?❞

[mysterycflife]

Spencer shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other. Nervous fingers playing with the end of his tie peaking out beneath the hem of his cardigan. It was not that @careol made him anxious. It was the conversation he wanted to have with her. The fact that he was still trying to find his feet back at the BAU after disappearing after Aly's supposed death. He was finding normality with every step he took. Every time he opened his eyes in the morning. So much had changed. Spencer was a different person. But Aly made everything better. Being with her. Together, finally, after years of mutual pining and uncertainty if anything romantic would destroy the friendship they had built. And now Spencer never wanted to let her go again.

"I want to ask Aly to marry me," he blurted out, unable to contain those words for more than a second. "You're the closest thing she has to a family, and it's customary to ask for a parent's blessing before the proposal...So..." He had practiced a speech at home. He had more, but looking at Carol now his nerves have gotten the better of him. "Would you give us your blessing?"

[unheald-archived]

@careol said: "If you could read my mind, I’m pretty sure you’d either be traumatized, sexually aroused or both." to negan oop

" well you can't just say THAT and then not give me the juicy-fucking details! " it maybe sounded like a joke, but he was absolutely not kidding when he said that. no way in hell did she get to say shit like that and have him not question it, ask for elaboration.

" i can tell you for fucking sure, though - it'd be aroused. i know you're quite the formidable woman, carol, but it'd take something WILDLY fucked up to traumatise me. " cocky? most definitely, but he knew that there would be no way in hell that whatever was going on in that pretty head of hers would traumatise him.

[foxtaeil]

some people, much to her surprise, were made for a life like this. thrilled by the high stakes and the never - ending game of survival. she is not one of them. she was lucky to stumble upon alexandria ━━ at least here her constant fear for teddy's little life has subsided slightly. exhaling a sigh, she reaches for some version of the truth.

" i miss purpose. i mean, god ━━ my life's work, anybody's life's work, what was it all for? everything we've ever done, this is what it amounts to? i miss being able to find out where my daughter was at any given moment. i miss knowing she was alive. i miss when taking a shower didn't feel like a luxury. i miss styling my hair. i miss wearing real clothes. i miss telling men who thought women were second class citizens where to shove it on a daily basis ━━ although that one still comes back around every now and then. and god, i miss my daddy's moonshine. there was never a time it would come in handy more than it would now. " she hadn't intended to go on a tangent, but she has to admit ━━ it's oddly therapeutic to get it all out. taking a breath, she glances over. " what about you? you must have a list of your own. "

@careol : “ what do you miss most? about before? “

[002shot-arch]

gone are the days of white picket fence dreams. just another thing of the past. one of the many to be chewed up and spit out. hallowed out and bellied up. if there's one thing this fuckin' world gets an award for it's finding all the nooks and crannies of life and sucking it dry to the core. back when shit used to go wrong before the outbreak tess would shrug her shoulders, offer a half-based smirk, and say 'that's just life.' because it was. life. nothing but a simple word back then. just something they used to live. so quick was she to skip right passed the little moments, forgetting they, too, were a part of the grand ole life, even if they didn't seem worthy enough to be given the luxury. now those little things are all she can see when she closes her eyes. she wouldn't dare to utter as much to a person as far as she could spit now. hell, she'd rather be dead than naive while walking a damn day in these shoes.

“ you ever have a white picket fence? ” small talk is better than silence. except when it feels like your heart is beating its boned cage to shame. six feet from continuing to breathe or choking on your last breath. have enough of those days and they start to feel normal. resists the urge to shrug her shoulders, offer a half-based smirk, and say 'that's just life.' sometimes she does, just for the thrill of it. can't change it so you might as well make it work for ya.

her eyes don't quite meet @careol's. it feels too personal of a question really. nearly kicks herself for asking, but she's learned she can get away with the poking and prodding if she keeps an iron grip on her composure and shit, she's become a real damn master at that. not second nature. first nature. “ first one i've seen fully in tact for miles. ” miles is the nice estimate. days would paint a better picture. maybe weeks. it reminds her to keep her guard up. nothing looks so pretty these days without someone around to keep it up to date. / sc.