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can you still do minisodes, mt, or is that also against the rules?
The minisodes would probably be considered spec, so I’m going to have to hit pause on those too. Not that I was doing a good job keeping up with them anyway. I think I have about 10 of them left to do? Thanks for understanding 😔
DARYL GETS HIS SCAR MINISODE PLZ
I walked right into that one, didn't I? xD Sorry for the angst.
On the Rocks
Strong currents pull Daryl and Carol down the river. Their makeshift boat rocks back and forth, the two of them managing to keep it steady.
Daryl: This is where I stopped last time. Didn’t find anything, but maybe further down.
He lowers his binoculars. Carol watches him.
Daryl: You’re real quiet.
Carol: I didn’t think you’d mind.
Daryl: You okay?
Carol: I don’t know.
Daryl: He’s mad again?
The boat rocks. They hold a beat.
Carol: He’s not mad. He’s never really mad. Just frustrated.
Daryl: It ain’t your fault.
Carol: You don’t know what happened.
Daryl: Don’t need to.
Carol: It’s not just him this time. Henry’s already older than Sophia was when she…
The silence is heavy between them.
Carol: I’m in uncharted territory, and–and I don’t think I belong.
Daryl: I think about Sophia a lot. I think about what we lost…
As that lands on Carol, the boat hits a particularly strong current. She starts to tip over. Daryl grabs her and pulls her to him. They both catch their breath, very aware that they’re in each other’s space. Less aware that they’re picking up speed.
Carol: Do you think it’s still possible?
Daryl: What is?
Carol: Starting over.
Daryl: Maybe. For some people.
Carol: For us?
Daryl stares. Carol stares back, her eyes widening suddenly.
Carol: Daryl!
The boat crashes into a rock in the middle of the river. Something snaps. Daryl and Carol cling to each other as they go over and under.
The water looks murky in Daryl’s POV. Everything is topsy-turvy. In one beat, Carol’s hair is in Daryl’s face and in the next, it’s a sharp piece of the wreckage. The murkiness runs red, and then everything goes dark.
[two years into these minisodes and realizing for the first time that I should probably use slug lines 0.o Anyways...]
Raindrops hit Daryl’s face, bringing him back to himself. He peels his eyes open, one of them badly cut. Carol dabs at it with an unsteady hand.
Carol: Don’t move. You're hurt.
Daryl: I’m fine.
He sits up with Carol’s help, wincing.
Carol: You scared the shit out of me. I thought–let’s just rest for a while. Make sure the bleeding stops.
Daryl: Alright.
Carol: I'll help you make camp.
Daryl: Thanks.
Carol: Daryl?
He meets her eye reluctantly. She looks anguished.
Carol: What I said before…Henry’s a good boy. And he’s my boy. I have to try.
Daryl: I know.
Carol tends to Daryl’s eye again. Their boat is still in the river, broken, wedged between some rocks.
Minisode when Daryl finds Carol in the Savior slaughter house
The Sanctuary
Daryl tucks himself into the corner of the cell, still naked, shrouded in darkness. As he’s about to succumb to his exhaustion, Easy Street blares, keeping him in agony.
But barely through a verse, the song is interrupted by a loud BANG. Beyond the door, a commotion ensues. Saviors are yelling. Guns are going off. Cut to silence.
Daryl watches the door helplessly, braced for anything, as someone turns the key. A silhouette enters, the light behind them too much for Daryl to handle.
Carol: Daryl?
When Daryl recovers, Carol is kneeling beside him, holding a change of clothes. She touches his face, meeting his eye. Daryl breaks down crying.
While Carol holds him close to her, sharing his pain, she spots the polaroid on the ground and blanches.
Footsteps patter down the hallway. They both look up. Sherry is standing by the door.
Sherry: There’s more coming. You have to go.
Carol helps Daryl throw on the pair of sweats, steadying him on his feet. He looks down at the polaroid. Carol picks it up, tearing it to shreds. She offers her hand.
Carol: Let’s go?
Daryl takes it.
Mini sode request if possible: Carol gets her foot caught in a bear trap OR Carol falls threw the ice of the frozen pond that they cross Daryl has to use body heat to warm her up. If you are feeling frisky and have the time I would love both
(I'll get to the other one at some point, might need a reminder)
Exposure
Carol’s vision goes in and out as Daryl sets her down on the floor of some old shed. Her breathing is slow and shallow. She focuses on the light breaking through the cracks in the ceiling, then looks down. Daryl is by her feet, hastily removing her boots and wet socks. She starts to work at the buttons on her coat, her hands trembling.
Daryl: No!
He sounds far away even when his face is right above hers.
Daryl: Stay still. Stay...
His eyes, wild with terror, are the last thing she sees before it all goes dark.
HOURS LATER
Carol wakes up to Daryl holding her close, his face buried in her neck. They’re both naked under a blanket. Daryl lifts his head, relief washing over him.
Daryl: Hey.
Carol: Hi.
Daryl: How are you feeling? Cold? Numb?
Carol: No. Just tired.
Daryl inspects her fingers, then looks her in the eye again.
Daryl: Thank you.
Carol: For what?
Daryl: Not leaving me.
Carol: You need me too much.
Daryl smiles, then sobers again.
Daryl: We could head back. After you rest a few days.
Carol: You want to head back?
Daryl: Want you to be safe.
Carol: Let’s find some helmets then. And bubble wrap.
Daryl: Stop.
Carol: Daryl. I like being out here with you. It feels good. Better than anything ever felt in this world or the one before. I don’t want to give that up just because–because I need you too.
Daryl: Wasted a lot of time being afraid, huh?
Carol: Maybe we weren’t ready to let it all go before.
Daryl: I’m trying.
Carol: I know. Me too. So in a few days…
Daryl: We keep going.
Carol: Yeah.
Daryl: Alright.
They fall silent, just taking each other in again.
minisode of carol and daryl being engaged
(I know. I fell way behind on these again)
Carol watches the sun set across the ocean. Daryl walks across the deck to meet her, his hands stuffed in his pockets.
Carol: If you’re seasick, there's ginger root in the cabin.
Daryl: I’m fine.
Carol: Really? You look pale.
Daryl grunts, removing his hands from his pockets and holding out her newly-improved twine bracelet, now decorated with a small scallop shell. Carol tries to hide her excitement under a smirk.
Carol: I thought I lost that on the beach.
Daryl: Saw it fall off. Borrowed it.
Carol: It's beautiful.
She kisses his knuckles and accepts the gift, starting to tie it on. Daryl touches her wrist. They share a look.
Daryl: I want you to be my wife.
Carol doesn't move, doesn't say anything.
Daryl: Ain’t scared of losing you. No matter what happens, we always find each other again. I just...
Carol hands him back the bracelet. Daryl takes it, deflating.
But then Carol takes a step back, smiling through her tears while she holds out her wrist.
Daryl can’t react fast enough. In his excitement, he fumbles with the bracelet before it’s finally secure. Carol lifts his chin.
Carol: I know.
She kisses him. He smiles against her lips, pulling her closer.
Could you do a scene where Daryl puts his angel vest back on after Carol saves his ass from the French?
Needed a break from all the heavy convo, so I'm posting this. I know I've used the "run into each other's arms" trope a lot, but I guess I'm just hung up on it for some reason :P
Angel Wings
Daryl stares blankly at the bolt sticking out of the walker’s head. It looks like his, but it can’t be.
A hazy figure emerges from behind a car. Daryl feels around for his gun, scrambling to his feet. He aims to shoot, dropping the weapon just as fast when he sees her…
Carol–his Carol–carrying his crossbow and wearing his tattered vest.
She’s trembling. So is he. They both take a few slow steps toward each other before picking up speed. Just as they’re about to crash together, Carol opening her arms for a hug, Daryl grabs her face and kisses her HARD. Carol recovers quickly from the shock of it, matching his enthusiasm until they’re both gasping for air.
Daryl: What the hell are you doing here?
Carol: Looking for you. Daryl, I–I thought you were gone.
Daryl: I’m right here. You found me. Can’t believe you found me.
He kisses her again. When they pull apart, Carol gives him a once over.
Carol: You look ridiculous.
Daryl smiles. He goes in for round three, but gets interrupted by the sound of a herd. Walkers stumble out of the alleys at a brisk pace, their eyes milky, but focused.
Carol: Those are–
Daryl: Yeah. Get to the bike. Go!
They run hand-in-hand as the walkers give chase, only breaking apart when Daryl goes to pick up his gun.
Daryl: I’m right behind you. Go, keep moving!
Carol does so reluctantly, looking back a few times as Daryl shoots into the herd. He eventually runs out of bullets, forcing him to abandon it. He reaches the bike, mounting clumsily with Carol pressed to his back. The herd is closing in.
Carol: Daryl–
Daryl: Hold on.
The bike roars to life and then they’re off, the angel wings disappearing through the haze.
(I mean...technically he got it back)
valentine minisode plz
I tried to make this extra mushy for the occasion. Inspired by the ring Carol wears in 11x15
The Blue Stone
Daryl and Carol walk through the Commonwealth, everything decorated for Valentine’s Day. They pass the jewelry store where there’s a line out the door. Carol scoffs.
Daryl: What?
Carol: All those men waiting in line like that.
Daryl looks uneasy.
Daryl: You wouldn’t want that?
Carol: For diamond earrings shaped like hearts?
Daryl: Yeah. It’s stupid…
Carol: It’s just…frivolous.
Daryl: Lotta stuff here is.
Carol: I know. I guess I’m still not used to it.
Daryl starts to veer off.
Carol: Where are you going?
Daryl: Trash can.
Carol: Why?
Daryl: Need one.
Carol: What’s in your hand?
Daryl: Nothing.
She makes a grab for his closed fist.
Daryl: Quit it–
Carol: Daryl–
A ring clatters to the ground. They both stare at it. Trembling, Carol bends down to pick it up.
Daryl: Thought ‘cause you don’t have the bracelet anymore…I don’t know. I’m sorry. Don’t know what I’m doing. Don’t know how to make you happy…
Carol looks at him with tears in her eyes. She hands him back the ring and he tries in vain to hide his embarrassment. But then…
Carol sticks her hand back out, displaying her empty ring finger.
Carol: Yes, you do. You’re the best at it.
Relief washes over Daryl. He fumbles with the ring, sliding it onto Carol’s finger.
Daryl: Carol–
Carol: I know.
She kisses him softly. He grins like a fool.
Carol: Just don’t tell me there’s a candlelit dinner waiting at home too, or I’ll think you hit your head on something.
Daryl’s face falls. He spins around.
Carol: Daryl?
Daryl: Meet you there.
minisode - if you're still doing then. carol goes to a hair saloon at the commonwealth and ends up with her hair dyed accidentally. daryls reaction?
This was a palate cleanser for me after writing major angst. Thanks for the prompt!
Whatever You Want
Daryl enters the bedroom where Carol is busy packing their clothes.
Daryl: Hey.
Carol: Hey.
She keeps her back turned to him.
Daryl: Stopped by the office to get you.
Carol: I left early.
Daryl: Yeah. See that.
He moves to stand beside her, trying to kiss her cheek. She ducks out of the way to open up a drawer, raising his suspicion.
Daryl: Everything good?
Carol: Yeah, just making sure we have everything for tomorrow.
Daryl: You talk to Princess?
Carol: Yeah.
She still hangs her head low.
Daryl: She gonna watch Dog while we’re at Hilltop?
Carol: Yep.
Daryl: Carol…
Carol: I’m going to make sure the kids are packed–
Daryl: Look at me.
He tugs her back, spinning her around to face him. Carol’s hands fly up to her head.
Carol: Don’t.
Daryl gently takes hold of her wrists, lowering them to reveal the purple streaks in Carol’s hair. He grins widely.
Carol: It’s not funny.
Daryl: Nah, I like it.
Carol: Shut up.
Daryl: I mean it.
Carol: It was part of the deal I made with Princess.
Daryl: Looks cool.
Carol: She wouldn't accept anything else.
Daryl: Hey.
He tucks a purple strand behind her ear.
Daryl: You’re real pretty.
Daryl kisses her. She pouts against his lips.
Carol: I want to cut it off.
Daryl: Should probably wait until after we drop off Dog.
Carol: No, I mean…I think I want to wear it short again.
Daryl: Yeah?
Carol: It’s starting to get in the way now that we’re traveling a lot. Maybe it's time for a change. Another change.
Daryl: Good change, right?
Carol: Yes, another good change.
They hold each other’s gaze.
Daryl: K. Whatever you want.
Carol: Whatever I want? Where have I heard that before?
She pushes him back so he falls on the bed. She climbs on top of him, kissing him hard.
