#carolpeletier

[onedirectionboys]

Behind the scenes with "Daryl Dixon"

[babybetweenverses]

soo I am a multi-fandom writer and this was supposedddd to be my first post.. but I had it sitting cause i wanted it to be perfect for yall... (╥﹏╥) This was inspired by me and my love for fun facts!! And I just know Daryl would've gathered them throughout the years. Anyways enjoy, mwah ( ˶˘ ³˘)♡

Carolina Wren

DarylDixon x fem!reader

Summary: A routine hunt in the woods turns into something familiar between two people—where you love sharing fun facts and he’s the one who quietly ends up providing the answers without thinking much of it. But back at the prison, those moments start to stick with more weight than they should, especially to someone who notices the pattern forming before you do.

Tags: mutual pining, slow burn, prison era, affectionateteasing!carol, emotionallyavoidant!daryl

Wc: ~2000

The woods were alive with sound, even if most people no longer bothered to hear it. Leaves shifted softly in the wind, insects hummed somewhere low in the underbrush, and distant birds called to each other through the canopy like nothing in the world had changed at all.

Most people walked through forests now listening for danger. Walkers. Broken branches. The rustle of something larger than a rabbit. Anything that didn’t belong.

You listened too. But you also listened for everything else.

Birdsong, crickets, frogs, the knock of a woodpecker against a tree.

Daryl had noticed that a long time ago, though he’d never said it out loud. You always seemed to be paying attention to things other people missed—tracks in the mud, the movement of small animals, the way birds shifted before the sky changed.

It made you slower sometimes, but never careless. Just aware.

And somehow, it made the silence between you and him feel less empty.

Silence wasn’t something people really got anymore at the prison. Still, you had a habit of breaking it with your little facts.

“D’you know otters hold hands when they sleep?”

Or—

“Horses can recognize faces.”

Or—

“Crows hold grudges.”

Most people just nodded and moved on. The kids loved it. Carl pretended he didn’t. Beth actually listened. Judith stared at you like every word you said was the most fascinating thing she’d ever heard.

Daryl listened too.

Even if he never said much about it.

Today was one of those quieter days. The prison fences stood strong, the weather held steady, and hunting gave him an excuse to disappear into the woods for a few hours.

Somehow you always ended up tagging along. Not because you were particularly useful at tracking. Not because he asked.

You just… did.

Like the two of you had fallen into some strange orbit around one another. Never quite attached. Never far apart.

The forest stretched around you in soft shades of green as you followed several steps behind him.

No pressure to talk. No need to fill the silence. Just the soft crunch of leaves beneath your boots, easy and familiar.

The prison was already far behind you, swallowed by trees and distance, when a sharp bird call cut through the quiet. You lifted your head almost instantly, eyes scanning the branches above like you expected to find the answer hidden there.

Daryl noticed before you even spoke.

“What’s that one?” you asked.

He didn’t stop walking, just tilted his head slightly as he listened. “Carolina wren.”

The answer came so easily it made you smile without thinking. “How can you tell?”

“Sound.”

That was all he gave you, like it should’ve been obvious.

Another call rang out, a little louder this time, and you squinted upward again as if that might help. After a moment, curiosity got the better of you.

“What’s it saying?”

For the briefest second, something shifted in his expression—barely there, just the corner of his mouth twitching before he answered.

“Tryin’ t’ get lucky.”

You blinked at him, then laughed before you could stop yourself. “What?”

“It’s a mate call,” he added, like that explained everything. “Male’s tellin’ every female bird in the county he’s available.”

That only made you grin harder. “That’s amazing.”

“Hm,” he muttered, already looking away like the conversation meant nothing, even though he’d clearly started it.

You kept walking.

A few minutes later he slowed without warning, not because anything was wrong, but because something above had caught his attention. You followed his gaze instinctively until you saw a flash of yellow bouncing between branches.

“Goldfinch,” he said.

Your eyes lit up immediately. “Oh!”

“The yellow means it’s male,” he added, still watching it like it wasn’t anything special.

“Really?” you asked.

“Females ain’t as colorful.”

“Why?”

“Gotta stand out somehow.”

You laughed softly, watching the bird hop higher into the trees until it disappeared into leaves and sunlight. “So birds are just showing off all the time?”

“Pretty much.”

That earned a quiet sound from him—almost a laugh, but not quite.

You watched the empty branches for a moment longer than necessary, like you were storing it away.

Daryl noticed that too.

Another bird called out deeper in the woods, and he shifted his attention immediately, pointing slightly ahead. “Red-winged blackbird.”

You stepped closer, watching the dark shape perched near the marsh edge as a flash of red appeared on its wing when it moved.

“See the red?” he asked.

“Yeah.”

“Male.”

You smiled. “Showing off again?”

“Showin’ off again.”

This time you laughed first.

The walk continued like that. Birds appearing and disappearing. Daryl pointing them out like it was nothing, like he hadn’t been waiting for the chance without realizing it.

And you listened like every detail mattered.

Not because you needed the information.

Because it was him giving it.

Daryl didn’t give things away easily. So every small fact felt like something chosen.

Something offered.

Somewhere along the way a squirrel darted across the path, and Daryl’s body moved on instinct, crossbow rising and firing in one clean motion. The animal dropped, and just like that, the moment passed.

“Got ’em,” he said flatly.

“Poor guy,” you replied.

He scoffed faintly. “You feel bad for every animal.”

“I do.”

“It’s a squirrel.”

“It had dreams.”

That got him—an actual laugh, short and rough, like it caught him off guard.

“Shut up,” he said, but there was no bite in it.

You smiled to yourself.

Later, when the sun dipped lower and the forest turned gold at the edges, you tried mimicking a bird call you’d just heard. The result was… questionable.

Daryl stopped walking, then let out a quiet sound that turned into a laugh before he could stop it.

“What?” you demanded immediately.

“Nothin’.”

“No. What?”

“It sounded like somethin’ dyin’.”

Your mouth dropped open. “It did not.”

“It did.”

“I was close.”

“You weren’t.”

That made him laugh again, properly this time, and you looked entirely too proud of yourself anyway.

You tried again. Better this time.

His eyebrows lifted slightly. “There y’go.”

You straightened instantly, grin making way on your face. “Praise from the Daryl Dixon.”

“There it is,” he muttered, looking away like he regretted everything.

By the time the prison came back into view, you were quietly repeating things under your breath as you walked.

“Male goldfinch…”

“Carolina wren…”

“Red-winged blackbird…”

Daryl caught fragments of it, and something in him shifted—small, quiet, unspoken—but it stayed.

You were actually remembering.

The gates opened, and just like that, you were gone, heading straight for Beth, Carl, and Judith.

Daryl watched as you dropped into their space like you belonged there. Judith reached for you immediately. Carl pretended not to care while clearly listening. Beth smiled like she already knew what was coming.

“Okay, listen to this,” you said, taking a moment to grab Judith into your arms and then you were off—talking, gesturing, alive with it.

Daryl sat down at a nearby table and pulled out his knife. The squirrels needed skinning.

But somewhere between cuts, his attention drifted.

“And male goldfinches are brighter because they’re trying to attract mates,” you were saying.

“No way,” Beth said.

“It's true!”

Carl asked something. You answered immediately. Another fact followed. Then another.

You never once said where you got any of it.

You just shared it.

Like the world was still worth noticing.

Daryl kept watching anyway, longer than he meant to.

It wasn't intentional at first. Just a glance that didn’t quite move away when it should’ve. Then another. Then suddenly he was aware of the fact that he hadn’t touched the squirrel in front of him in a while.

The knife sat idle in his hand, pressed lightly against the animal’s fur, completely forgotten.

Across the yard, your voice carried easily over the noise of the prison settling into evening. You were still talking, hands moving as you explained something to Carl and Beth, Judith tucked safely in your arms like she belonged there.

Carl looked half-annoyed, half-invested. Beth was smiling like she always did when you got going. Judith was clapping for no reason anyone else understood.

Daryl didn’t realize he’d stopped listening to anything else.

“Daryl.”

Carol’s voice cut in somewhere beside him.

Nothing. His eyes still stayed on you.

“Daryl.”

Still nothing.

A longer pause this time. Then Carol leaned slightly forward, closer to his line of sight, voice sharper just to break through whatever hold you had on him.

“Daryl Dixon.”

That finally got him.

He blinked once, slow, like surfacing from somewhere else entirely. “Huh?”

Carol didn’t even look surprised anymore. She just tilted her head toward the table in front of him, pointing at the untouched squirrel. “You planning on skinning that thing today?”

Only then did his eyes drop. He frowned slightly, like he’d forgotten it was there.

“Oh.”

That one word was enough for Carol.

She followed his gaze across the yard almost immediately. Saw you. Saw the way he’d been looking. Saw the entire situation in about half a second flat.

A grin started before she even spoke.

“Oh.”

Daryl’s posture shifted instantly, shoulders tightening. “No.”

Carol’s smile widened. “Oh, this is good.”

“Ain’t nothin’.”

“Mhm.”

“It ain’t.”

She leaned back slightly in her chair now, completely entertained. “You’ve been staring at her for five straight minutes.”

“I wasn’t.”

“You were.”

A beat.

“I wasn’t.”

“You absolutely were.”

Daryl let out a quiet, frustrated breath through his nose and looked away like the conversation itself was the problem.

Across the yard, your laughter rang out again.

Daryl looked before he could stop himself.

Carol noticed immediately.

“There it is,” she said, almost amused.

“Jesus Christ,” Daryl muttered under his breath, like he regretted having eyes.

Carol rested her elbows on the table now, watching him instead of the yard. “You got it bad.”

Daryl finally dragged his attention away from you just long enough to glare at her. “I don’t.”

Carol exhaled through a smile, like she was trying not to laugh outright at him. “You spent the entire hunting trip collecting bird facts for her.”

That made him stop.

Not dramatically.

Just… still.

The knife in his hand pressed a little too hard into the table for a second before he eased off.

His jaw worked slightly like he was considering arguing it.

But nothing came out.

Carol didn’t push. She just watched him sit there for a moment, quiet in a way that wasn’t defensive anymore.

Finally, she spoke again—but softer this time, less teasing and more certain.

"It's not the bird facts she's listening for" she said, glancing briefly toward the yard where you were still talking. “You’re the part she’s tuned into.”

Daryl didn’t answer.

But his eyes went back anyway.

And stayed there longer than before.

Across the yard, you were still smiling. Still explaining. Still lighting up like the world hadn’t ended and somehow still had room for things like bird calls and facts and wonder.

Something in his expression shifted—a fondness too soft to name making way to the surface.

Carol noticed that too.

Her grin came back, smaller this time.

“Thought so,” she murmured.

Daryl finally picked up the knife again, but it didn’t move right away. His hand hovered for a second too long, like his attention was split between the work in front of him and the sound of your voice carrying across the yard.

He exhaled quietly through his nose.

“Shut up,” he said again.

But this time it didn’t carry any weight at all.

Just habit.

Carol only hummed in response, satisfied, and left him to it.

And when Daryl finally did look back down at the squirrel, his focus returned in pieces—fractured, incomplete—because part of him was still across the yard where you were, laughing like the world still made sense.

Somewhere beyond the fences, a Carolina wren called into the evening like it had all the time in the world.

Daryl rolled his eyes.

Then smiled anyway.

I just love daryl sm (◞‸ ◟) Please let me know if you enjoyed it !

[em1lyprent1ssw1fe]

I love her sm she’s literally the best twd character

I want her so bad, we need more carol appreciation 🙏🏻

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Top 100 Coolest People of All-Time

82. CAROL PELETIER

The Walking Dead

Melissa McBride

Carol Peletier is a main character and survivor of the outbreak in AMC's The Walking Dead, and is the lead female of the show. During the initial outbreak, she evacuated with her abusive husband, Ed, and her daughter, Sophia, to Atlanta. They eventually joined a camp of survivors.

#carolpeletier#thewalkingdead#melissamcbride

[oneshotnewbie]

Carol Peltier and f reader. Reader runs to carol after terminus, and is sobbing so hard from relief that she almost passes out?

You had known it from the start, you knew this place sounded too beautiful that it seemed to be true. You had a queasy feeling with these people when you arrived, but you ignored your instincts as always, you were too good at it. Interestingly enough, it was the only thing that kept you alive in this situation.

Desperate and without a plan, you ran through the field that seperated Terminus from the forest, ducking with every shot that got fired at you. You were the only one who made it out of your miserable escape plan and you had no idea how to free the others or survive alone and without weapons.

Fearfully your legs let you run further and further, deeper and deeper into the increasingly narrowly planted woods as you stopped after a while, out of breath, behind a thick tree. Your strength ran out and you slumped your back against the tree, your elbows resting on your knees while your hands held your forehead.

No longer having your emotions under control, you let your tears run free and desperately hit your head a few times lightly against the wood. "Damn it."

A time passed in which you tried to rest and review everything, trying to come up with a plan when you heard a gentle whistle not far from you. "You can't hide from us!" Tensed, you immediately crouched down, looking slightly to the left and right of the tree until you recognized the men from Terminus.

Again you took your legs in your hands and ran without even looking back. Only when you had run what felt like kilometers and arrived on some tracks, you turned around to look for the right, walking reversed when you bumped into something.

Startled, you turned around before you saw a person in front of you who held you by your shoulders. Without looking her in the face, you screamed in panic and tried to pull yourself out of her grasp, but in vain. "What do you want from me? Let me go, please!" you pleaded and fell on the floor crying.

"Y/n.."

It was only after your name was repeated several times and the tone of this voice got realized from your body before your mind, you knew who was actually standing in front of you. Your body calmed down, the panic in your veins subsided and sat back while your heart was still beating like a machine gun against your chest.

Your head started moving from the lowering position and your eyes met the figure of the gray-haired one. A few seconds passed, in which you looked at her tear smeared, until a huge stone detached itself from your chest and you slowly got up from the floor with the help of the elder one.

Desperate and without a plan, you ran through the field that separated Terminus from the forest, ducking with every shot that got fired at you. You were the only one who made it out of your miserable escape plan and you had no idea how to free the others or survive alone and without weapons.

Between short breaths you told her the whole story of Terminus and the others, how you escaped alone and they were still in the woods to kill you. In the meantime, she had broken away from you, but you still hadn't recovered from the shock - your entire body shook in front of her.

Carefully and gingerly, Carol took your hands in hers, at least to keep them from shaking when she noticed that you were taking in almost no air out of sheer panic and the paranoid gaze into the forest.

She knew that you were on the verge of collapsing if the adrenaline subsided and she couldn't calm you down beforehand.

"Y/n, look at me. I need you to trust me and do exactly as I say." she stated, her hands resting on your cold and reddish cheeks, cradling your face in her hands as she wiped away the lines of tears. "Close your eyes and take a deep breath for me honey, alright?"

You did what you were told and slowly but surely calmed down before Carol went over ideas with you on how the two of you could get the others out of there before it was too late.

[ciaomichaella]

I've had this #necklace for over a year but I didn't start wearing it until recently. I was never really a jewelry person & have a fat neck so I've stayed away from necklaces, but w/ TWD ending, I felt inclined to start #caryl #always #acorns #clay #polymer #lategram . . 🍪🔪👢👢🔫💐🍪🔪👢👢🔫💐 #FatCarol #AsianCarol #CarolPeletier #TWD #TWDCosplay #TWDFamily #TeamCarol #MelissaMcBride #cosplayer #TheWalkingDead #womenofcosplay #ladieswhocosplay #CrossRaceCosplay #cosplayofcolor #curvycosplay #cosplayersofinstagram #plussizecosplay #effyourbeautystandards 🍪🔪👢👢🔫💐🍪🔪👢👢🔫💐 https://www.instagram.com/p/Ckds8n6rOeu/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[daisyunchained]

Interesting read. Love Caryl so much!

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Nice post @_rickgriimes #andrewlincoln #rickgrimes #TWD #carolpeletier #melissamcbride ♥️ https://www.instagram.com/p/CUX3IFfLJlm/?utm_medium=tumblr