Kate peeks an eye open, brushing her mouth against his once more. "See what?"
Castle's eyes slip open to study her. "Your dress. Is it the one Matilda wanted you to model, or did you just happen to stumble over one on the way here?"
Her lips lift. The raw edges of her grief and disappointment have started to dull, making it easier to be excited about the gifts she's been given – both the one hanging in the back of her closet at her place and the one sitting in front of her.
"It is the one she asked me to model, and not a chance, you're not seeing it until the day we get married."
She brushes his forearm with gentle fingers, moving to capture his hand and squeeze. "I am sorry about the Cordova House, it looked beautiful."
Castle returns the gesture, reaching out with his free hand for the wine. She takes it from his fingers, stealing a sip before handing it back.
"What would you say if I told you we can still have it?"
Her chin lowers as a strange sense of relief and amusement floods her belly. "You put a deposit on it, didn't you?"
He shakes his head. "Not me – Mother did it. I didn't know until after we'd left but, she said she had a feeling we might need it after all. If you don't want it, though, she won't be offended but –"
Beckett pulls him closer, covering his mouth and silencing his insistence that it's okay with her lips. "Don't think I don't know this is a ploy to see my dress sooner," she murmurs into his mouth, grinning when he laughs. "I love you, and I love your mom. Let's do it."
i’m the biggest captain swan shipper there is, but I have to say, I’ve been having thoughts ever since season 3, thoughts about regina/emma, i’ve always considered them to be great friends, best friends even after all they’ve been through, but maybe it’s more ? idk, i think they were telling a queer story the whole time, like they’ve been doing with supergirl, nobody can ignore Supercat, or supercorp this 2nd season, swan queen is as valid as any other ship on the show, and i’m starting to get why the fans go towards that WE CAN’T IGNORE SWAN QUEEN AS WELL.
I did a thing post 6x14 =) also on Ao3 http://archiveofourown.org/works/6252043
Choices
“What?! Gimme that!” Daryl snatched the note from Rick’s hands and ran it over. “The hell?”
Rick sighed, “Daryl, we need to be reasonable here…”
Within seconds the other man was on his feet, the now rugged paper dangling from his fingers. “You call this shit reasonable?”
“We need to…”
“Fuck that. I gotta find her.”
He was already on the porch when Rick’s iron grip met his elbow. “No one is going anywhere,” the leader growled at him.
“Yeah? You wanna try and stop me?” Their eyes met and finally Rick had to lower his gaze. The man was in his right.
“She did.” He finally said, his voice quieter now, trying to get through to Daryl who looked like a wounded animal at that point. “She said - don’t come after me please.” He took a pause then, reluctant to use his last argument, but looking at Daryl’s stubborn posture Rick knew he had to. “It was meant for you.” He finished, knowing those five words would hurt Daryl more than the events that had already transpired. He had to try though.
Daryl tore his arm away from Rick’s grip, his movements abrupt, bristling up even more within seconds. “I know,” he spat.
Next thing Rick knew he was speeding out of the gate.
“I don’t want you here” was the first thing she told him when he finally caught up with her two days later. She didn’t even go far - he searched for her all over and was quite pissed to bump into her in close vicinity of Alexandria. Like she has actually hoped he wouldn’t go after her - didn’t even put in an effort to get as far away as possible. That made him angrier.
“Why?” He hopped of his bike and was now looming over her form. She was sitting by a small fire she had set up, her face lit by the flames as the day was beginning to fade away. He sat down next to her when she didn’t answer. This was good. She was there. Well, maybe she was not really there but at least physically she was present. He’d found her. Again.
Carol stared on into the flames, lost in them and probably in her own mind. When she finally spoke Daryl almost missed it - the words were quiet, but weighed a lot, at least that was the way if felt as she let them out.
“Everything has a price now.” She said. “Safety. Love. Freedom. Life.” Her eyes shot up to meet his and Daryl almost shuddered at the darkness that faced him. Maybe it was just the darkness creeping up on them. “It’s not free anymore.”
Daryl’s mind was in overdrive. He knew that this had to be handled with utmost care, that wrong words would send her running for the hills all over again. He also knew he was the worst man for the job - words weren’t his thing. However it was about Carol so he was willing to try.
“Was it ever?” He went for an open question, hoping she would give him more to go by, to hold on to.
“Yes.” A pause. “No.” Another. “It doesn’t matter. I’m all out of cash” Carol’s smirk was like a ghost on her lips, never reaching her eyes. “It’s too high. The price. What you said that day. That you should have killed the people you saved.” She was looking him in the eye again as Daryl fought to keep his expression neutral. This was about her, not about his regrets. “You were right. I know it. You know it. But it’s wrong, we also know that. That’s just the thing - wrong is right now. And that’s the price we pay. But I can’t anymore. I won’t.”
“You think this is a choice?” Daryl tried to speak softly, but the anger that’d been bubbling inside since he saw the note on a shiny morning two days ago wouldn’t let him. “You think you can just walk away? That an option?” Her looking away only spurred him on in spite of his best judgement. “You think you can get clean now? Don’t have anyone so you won’t have to kill? That’s bullshit.” He kicked the nearest log, cursing inwardly. She was still silent, her shoulders tense - he knew he was just making things worse. Daryl took a deep breath. “How long before you run into people? Huh? How long before they try to kill you, rob you or eat you? How long before you have to kill again? This world ain’t clean anymore. But we have to live in it.”
“How?” her question came out as a half-sob and Daryl found that his own breath was caught in his throat.
“Dunno.” He mumbled, saddened by his own lack of perspective. He really didn’t know, couldn't offer any comfort for her if she believed loving people was making things worse. People. Love. Family. Those were the answers to her question but she wouldn’t have them. He didn’t have anything else. “I think you’re right though.” He admitted, half-hating himself for it.
“About what?” She fished a couple of oatmeal bars out of her backpack and handed now two him “Got lucky in a supermarket.”
“Alexandria.” Daryl paused, reluctant to say it out loud. He knew he had to. “That’s what we were all looking for. No one thought that once we find it we’d be in a new kind of hell. Have to fight for it against the whole world every day.”
“The price is too high.” She echoed her words from earlier, biting into her bar. “It’s already cost us turning into killers for hire. What’s next? Is there a limit to what we would do? To what I would do? I don’t want to find out, Daryl.”
“I know. Said you’re right, didn’t I?” He huffed, shivering in the chilly evening air. “We should find shelter for the night.”
“You should go back. You still have time before nightfall.” There it was again, her actively not looking at him.
“That’s why you were so close to home then? Knew I’d come for you.”
“You almost always have before.” Carol smiled weakly at him. “But now I…” He could tell she was fighting back tears. “Our paths are separate now. I’m choosing something. That’s what Maggie said about the baby. She’s choosing something. I am too. I am choosing this.”
He knew instantly what she meant. She was choosing the life they had all dreamed of escaping, having found the perfect escape in Alexandria. She was choosing the life on the road, the uncertain nights, uneven meals, coldness and fear. She was choosing survival. And if it called for killing someone so be it, but it would be for life, not for walls, warmth, food or safety. Not because someone was stupid or someone made the call. That was the only price she was willing to pay.
“Fine by me. Do we have to choose sleeping outside or could we try to not freeze our asses off?”
Her eyes were huge and the emotion in them could have melted his heart if that hadn’t happened years ago when he first got to know her. “Daryl?” She sounded like she was hopeful against her will and he shrugged.
“Told ya you were right. I was out most of the time anyway, a case of cabin fever I guess. So…” Daryl got up abruptly, shaking off the dirt from his pants and picking up his backpack, looking busy.
As usual he was trying to minimise the true extent of his actions by pretending it wasn’t a big deal, but Carol knew otherwise. She didn't try to argue with his decision though - when Daryl made up his mind it was for good and she knew him well enough to respect that.
“There’s a house behind those bushes.” She picked up her own backpack and helped Daryl put out the fire. “It’s quite small though so we might have to share a bed. At least I hope so.” She winked at him and smiled sincerely for the first time in months when he snorted:
“Stop.”
Things were good. Well… better.
The cabin was indeed small and they did have to share a bed. It wasn’t as much fun as Carol could have imagined - Daryl was short with her throughout the whole settling down phase. He snapped at her for twisting and turning, then turned his back on her completely. Carol let her fingers run over his shoulder when she asked the question that had been on her mind that whole time.
“What about the group?”
“They can handle themselves.” He grumbled, “And it’s not like we can never visit. Sleep. And stop that.”
She realised she was still running lazy circles on his shoulder and jerked her hand back. “They’re your family.” She whispered and he surprised her by turning around and facing her. It was dark, but she could feel his intense stare.
“Nah. You are.”
Carol gulped, the moment laced with tension, thrilling and terrifying at the same time.
“They are like annoying relatives we put up with.” He added and she guessed he was smirking in the dark. “Now sleep.”
With that a strong arm sneaked around her waist, pulling her closer as if it was meant to be from the start. If it wasn’t it should have been meant to be from the start because they fit perfectly. Her head found sanctuary against his shoulder, her arm found peace on his half-sleeping form and Carol worried momentarily if this new thing would cost her too much, if in the end she had ran away from Alexandria only to run into something even more priceless then what she was trying to escape in the first place. But then Daryl’s breath felt warm against her hair and his fingers twitched against her hip and she knew that this was not something she could ever give up as long as she was alive.
“Maybe… If you feel like it we could try saving some people. Like I did with Aaron. Would give us a chance to visit.” Daryl whispered against her hair and Carol knew he only said it out loud because he believed her asleep already. She considered letting him get away with it and feigning sleep. She really did. But that was who he was. They were most definitely stuck with that. That made Carol really, truly, unbelievably happy.
“Maybe.” She whispered back and her lips found his in the dark lightly.
