#caryl scene

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Minisode idea: your take on how S1 of le Daryl should end? Involving Carol of course

There’s No Place Like Home 

Daryl blinks awake, confused until he sees Carol at his bedside. In his excitement, he tries to sit up way too fast. 

Carol: Hey. Take it easy.  

Daryl: Where are we? 

Carol: Home. At the Commonwealth.

Daryl: How? How long have I been gone? 

Carol looks at him with concern. 

Carol: You barely left, Daryl. You crashed into a tree a few miles out and when troopers found you, you were out cold.

Daryl: Don’t remember crashing…

Carol: What do you remember?

Daryl: Eiffel Tower.

Carol: The…Eiffel Tower? In France? 

She suppresses a grin. 

Daryl: And walkers, except they could run real fast. 

Carol: Fast walkers.

Daryl: Dancers, clowns, mimes…

Carol: Oh my. 

Daryl: Guy owned a nightclub.

Carol: That’s insane.

Daryl: The nuns blew it up. 

Carol: Epic!

Daryl: Everyone kept yelling at me in French. Couldn’t understand shit. 

He catches the amusement on Carol’s face, narrowing his eyes. 

Daryl: Don’t believe me, do you? 

Carol: Let’s…just give it a little time before you go back out, okay? 

Daryl: Ain’t going back out. 

Carol: Don’t pout. I was just teasing you. 

Daryl: Nah, I mean it. Not unless you come with me. 

The silence between them is heavy. Carol’s expression turns sad. 

Carol: Daryl…

He pulls her down to him, kissing her. They’re both breathless by the time they break apart. 

Daryl: You’re my home, alright? I ain’t leaving no matter what you decide. 

Carol: Yeah? 

Daryl: Yeah.

Carol settles into his arms. 

Carol: Well, this spot right here is my home. Will you tell me more about your dream? 

Daryl: Stop. 

Carol: Did the walkers dance too? 

He silences her with another kiss. 

End of insanity. End of epicness. Start of Caryl adventures we actually want.

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What If 

Daryl and Carol talk about what they’d do if something happened to one of them on their trip. 

Daryl and Carol sit close together while gazing up at the star-speckled sky.

Carol: Do you ever wonder what it’d be like if it was just you out here?

Daryl pulls away from her slowly, throwing her a questioning look. She keeps her expression mute.

Daryl: Don’t gotta. It’s the two of us out here. That’s how I want it.

Carol: This world usually doesn’t give you what you want.

Daryl: Talked about this before. Can’t keep livin’ in fear that somethin’ bad is gonna happen.

Carol: No, but we have to be ready for it anyway.

Finally, she lets her walls down, revealing an underlying sadness. Like her mirror, he reflects it back at her.

Daryl: If I lost you…it’d feel like I was missin’ a limb.

Carol: Some of the strongest people we know are missing limbs, Daryl.

Daryl: Bad example then. Ain’t no poet.

Carol huffs a laugh.

Carol: But that’s what I’d want for you if something happened to me. I’d want you to keep going. I’d want you to find happiness.

A tense beat.

Daryl: World doesn’t usually give you what you want, right?

Off Carol’s look…

Daryl: Nah, I’d want that for you too. If something happened to me.

Carol peers at him miserably, her eyes widening as if the possibility of it being the other way around hadn’t registered before. She takes a deep breath, steeling herself.

Carol: We agree then? We both have to stay strong if one of us loses the other? No opting out?

A very long, tense beat.

Daryl: Mhmm.

They hold each other’s gaze, neither one of them able or willing to verbalize a promise. They see straight through each other, but don’t say anything. Instead they go back to snuggling and looking up at the sky in silence.

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Minisode request: Carol losing her arm instead of Lydia and Daryl is there

What’s Left

Carol blinks awake, her eyes flickering down to her bloodied stump for only a second before finding Daryl by her side. He pauses in the middle of wiping blood off his hands. Her blood.

Daryl: Hey. You’re–

Carol: Still here.

She breathes through a wave of pain. Daryl’s on the verge of tears. 

Daryl: Didn’t wanna do it. 

Carol: I know. 

Daryl: Don’t wanna hurt you ever. 

Carol: Daryl…just ask me. It’s okay.

He stares at her for a long beat. 

Daryl: Why didn’t you let go? 

Carol: Because I couldn’t. I need you.

Daryl: But I need you too. 

She uses her good arm to touch his cheek.

Carol: You have me. What’s left of me. 

Daryl: Hey. You ain’t broken. Hear me? What you said to Lydia before, about happiness, you can have that. You can have that with me. 

Carol gapes at him, not moving a muscle. Tears spill down her cheeks. 

Daryl: I love you so much. 

Carol: I love you too. So much. 

Walkers start beating loudly on the door. Daryl just keeps smiling his biggest smile, resisting the urge to pull Carol to him.

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Cover Story

When Daryl and Carol run into trouble on the road, Carol devises a way to help them out of it.

Daryl and Carol walk up the deserted road, carrying jugs of water a la season 5. Daryl drops one. 

Daryl: Dammit…

As he goes to pick it up off the ground, Carol smirks at him. 

Carol: Want me to carry one of those? 

Daryl just glares at her before something else catches his attention. A ragged looking man and woman are pulling the motorcycle out of the corn stalks they hid it in. 

Daryl: Hey! 

Daryl drops the jugs on purpose this time and readies his crossbow as he runs to stop them. Carol follows suit, fumbling with her bow. 

When they get close enough, the man and woman both draw guns. Carol and Daryl stop in their tracks. 

Man: Not a step closer, either of you! 

Daryl: You ain’t takin’ the bike. 

Woman: Yes we are! 

She aims the gun at Carol’s head. 

Carol: We’re trying to get somewhere. 

Man: All of us tryin’ to get somewhere, bitch! 

Daryl: Watch your mouth! 

If Carol’s offended, she doesn’t show it. She glances down at the woman’s stomach, fixating on a barely visible bump. 

Carol: We’re trying to get back to our daughter. 

Daryl throws her a look, wondering what she’s doing. Both the man’s and the woman’s demeanors change. Carol knows she has them. 

Carol: We promised her we’d be back before dark. She still gets scared. She’s only twelve. 

Man: Then you shouldn’t have left her. 

Woman: Arnie. 

Her tone is sharp and reprimanding. The woman looks at Carol sympathetically. 

Woman: What’s her name? 

It’s an easy question to answer, but it gets stuck on Carol’s lips. She fights to keep her composure. 

Daryl: Sophia. 

They exchange another quick look. 

Woman: That’s a nice one. 

A beat. She lowers her gun. Not long after, her partner does too. Daryl and Carol slowly lower their weapons. 

Woman: We were just looking for somewhere to stay the night. 

Carol: There’s a ranch house about a mile back. We can give you a ride. Help you clear it.

Daryl looks at her warily, still on his guard. 

Arnie: We can take care of ourselves. Now get out of here. 

Carol [to woman]: You should get off your feet…

Arnie looks at her like she just exposed them. 

Arnie: I said we’re fine. Now go on. Get back to your little girl. 

He pulls the woman along. She looks back at Carol. A silent understanding passes between them before they part ways. 

Daryl: You didn’t have to do that.

Carol shrugs. 

Carol: It worked. 

She tries to walk past him toward the bike. Daryl grabs her arm.

Daryl: Hey. None of this ‘pretendin’ it don’t matter’ bullshit anymore, remember?

Carol sighs. 

Carol: I’m sorry. It’s been so long, but hearing her name out loud…it still hurts. 

She takes a shuddering breath. Daryl frowns at her, needing no further elaboration. 

Daryl: I know. Me too. 

Carol looks stunned. 

Carol: Really? 

Daryl: Yeah. 

Hearing that makes Carol’s heart swell. Daryl wraps his arms around her, kissing the top of her head. 

Carol: She would’ve loved to have a dad like you. 

Now it’s Daryl’s heart that’s about to explode. He smiles at the thought. 

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I'm not sure where the ask went (my inbox is still cluttered with *strong* feelings about Vive La France), but I know someone requested a divorced Caryl minisode, so at last, I am fulfilling my obligation. Sorry for the wait, and sorry for cheating a little bit. This is another revised version of something I did before, but I thought it fit the prompt well enough.

Family Reunion

The Dixon brothers take careful mental notes of the campsite while Dale gives them the official tour.

Dale: We’re lucky to take in folks who know how to hunt. Canned goods will only get us so far.

Merle: Oh, I’m feelin’ pretty lucky myself for bein’ here. How ‘bout you lil’ brother? 

He gives Daryl a mischievous look that escapes Dale’s notice. Daryl silently warns his brother to shut his trap. 

Dale: Well, just up here is where we do our laundry.

They approach a woman hanging clothes on a line. Daryl stops short, taking her in. The color drains from his face.

Dale: This is—

Daryl: Carol?

Carol looks up, eyes wide. The shirt in her hands falls to the ground.

Dale: You know each other?

Merle: I’ll be goddamned. Mouse? That really you? Holy hell, woman, what’s it been? Gotta be somethin’ like—

Carol: A long time.

Her voice is barely above a whisper. It’s like she’s gone into shock and everything around her ceases to exist except for the ghost of her past. 

Ed: Carol! That better not be my shirt on the ground you clumsy—

He regards the two strangers with contempt.

Ed: Who the hell are you?

Merle: Think Daryl here’s wonderin’ the same about you.

He claps Daryl on the shoulder, but like Carol, the younger Dixon brother has withdrawn into himself. Until…

Sophia: Mom?

Daryl acts like a timid child when the little girl emerges from her tent. She mirrors him, recoiling in terror and shaking like a leaf. Merle on the other hand looks delighted, putting the pieces together for himself. 

Merle: Well now, who’s this darlin’ angel? Don’t tell me. Baby mouse?

Carol: This is my–our daughter, Sophia. 

The “our” is clearly meant to include Ed. Daryl’s body language shifts drastically, a type of rage taking over him that he can’t explain. 

Merle: And just how old are you, Sophia?

Sophia looks at her mom. Carol hesitates.

Carol: She's twelve…

Merle: Mhmm. Sounds about right. ‘Course my math’s never been too good. That sound right to you, lil’ brother?

The tension thickens. Dale looks uncomfortable. Ed narrows his eyes, feeling left out of something. He rounds on Sophia. 

Ed: Go on, girl, don’t you see your parents talking?

Carol: Ed, please.

But Sophia knows better, retreating back to the tent. Merle laughs, the only one to see the humor in any of this. 

Merle: Shit. What’d I tell you, man? This really is our lucky day.

Once again, Daryl and Carol only have eyes for each other, their surroundings non-existent.

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the group never found sophia at the barn and years later daryl founds sophia with the whisperer mask instead of lydia

I’ll write a short intro, but this needs to be a fic. I can’t do it justice.

Daryl’s knife freezes in mid air the second he fixes on those big, brown doe eyes. Her face is covered in dirt, her hair matted, but those eyes. Daryl remembers those eyes. Michonne sneaks a glance at her friend, keeping her sword poised.

Michonne: Daryl…

The sound of his name seems to trigger something for the frightened teenager too. Her big eyes grow ten times bigger.

Whisperer girl: D—Daryl?

Daryl: Sophia…

We’d think that’d put Sophia more at ease, but it only makes her shake harder. It’s like she’s seeing a ghost.

Sophia: Please don’t kill me, Daryl.

Daryl: I—we tried to find you. You were just…gone.

Michonne looks back and forth between them, trying to make sense of the situation.

Daryl: C’mon.

He holds out his hand for the girl. She shakes her head.

Sophia: No, don’t take me. Please don’t take me.

Daryl frowns. He decides to gently pull her up by the shoulders. She tries to resist.

Sophia: No, please!

Michonne: Daryl, what are we doing with her?

Daryl: Takin’ her to the Kingdom.

Michonne: Why?

Daryl: She’s gotta see her mom.

Sophia looks up at him then, her expression darkening.

Sophia: I already have a mom.

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Loved Jerry giving Carol that hug & insight in Diverged. Can we get a little scene of Jerry & Daryl (or Caryl) that takes place afterwards please?

I loved that too. Sure.

Daryl rubs his tired eyes as he drags himself into the kitchen. He finds Jerry slurping up soup from a bowl. Their eyes lock, and suddenly the jovial man’s body language shifts. He wipes at the liquid dripping down his chin.

Jerry: Oh. ‘Sup. You’re back.

Daryl: Mhmm.

Jerry: Uh, Carol probably told you about the soup. You want some? It’s good. No rocks.

Daryl raises a brow.

Daryl: Nah. Just couldn’t sleep.

Jerry: Really? Look pretty worn out to me. Not that--well, you know what I mean.

Daryl: Lot on my mind.

Jerry nods slowly, trying to go along with it. He feels Daryl’s stare burning through his soul and breaks.

Jerry: Okay. Screw it. I’m just gonna be real with you, dude. I know you guys are fighting and I know you probably don’t want to talk about it with me. Not my business. Totally respect that. But... have you seen the garage?

Daryl: The garage?

Jerry: It’s a wreck, man. And not that she’d admit it straight up, but trust me, she’s a total wreck too. Again, not my business, but I think she could really use some reassurance. You know, from you.

Daryl sighs deeply, overwhelmed with guilt, confusion, and other emotions.

Daryl: Don’t think I can right now.

Jerry looks disappointed in him.

Jerry: Well, when you do, just...tell her she’s perfect.

He gets up in a huff, taking his bowl of soup with him. Daryl watches him, a frown settling deep into his features.

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Can you do a part 2 of the "Daryl finds Carol's bracelet and thinks she gave it back" please? Carol is making a huge ruckus tearing up the garage looking for it so naturally Dog comes in to help. Daryl chases after Dog and asks what the hell she's doing?

Daryl is slumped on the couch, eyes wide awake and blood shot, whether from fatigue or from tears is unclear. Dog lays by his feet, keeping him company. Until…

A loud CRASH comes from the garage. Daryl and Dog both leap to their feet. Dog scratches at the door frantically. Daryl opens it, and Dog goes bursting through.

Daryl: Hey!

Daryl follows behind him slowly, drawing his knife just in case. He steps into the garage where Dog is excitedly jumping all over Carol. She notices Daryl standing there, turning into a deer in headlights. Daryl puts his knife away, swallowing hard. For a long time he has no idea what to say. Then suddenly the sadness swirling inside him morphs into anger.

Daryl: Leavin’ somewhere?

Carol: What? No, I was—

Daryl: ‘Cause you didn’t need to sneak out. Coulda just used the front door.

Carol gapes at him. Here she thought her heart couldn’t sink any lower.

Carol: Are you saying you want me to go?

Daryl: I’m sayin’ I got your damn message.

Off Carol’s confusion, Daryl takes the bracelet out of his vest pocket and shows it to her. Her eyes go wide.

Carol: Where was it?

Now it’s Dary’s turn to be confused.

Daryl: Right where you left it…

Carol: I didn’t leave it anywhere. I came out here to—

She stops herself, not wanting to give him the satisfaction. He seems to catch on anyway, his face flushing with embarrassment. He stares at the ground.

Carol: I told you I’m not going anywhere. If you don’t want to believe me, fine. I guess I deserve that.

She stalks past him, brushing his shoulder.

Daryl: Wait.

She huffs, turning to face him. He holds out the bracelet for her again.

Daryl: Please.

Carol’s features soften. She stares at the piece of twine like a kid eyeing a piece of candy. She tries to school her expression, to pretend to accept it back like it’s no big deal. But of course she can never pretend around him. When their hands meet, they can’t help but linger, evidently missing each other’s touch. Then when they pull back, the longing returns with a vengeance.

Carol: Thanks.

Daryl nods, watching her go. He breathes a sigh of relief, feeling confident he isn’t watching her go forever. He whistles for Dog and the two of them head back to his room.

^Guys. I’m starting to hear their score in my head every time I write these scenes. What is happening!?