"Daybreak." (a Walking Dead One Shot, Caryl. Season 2 AU).
So. I had a couple of ideas for the October challenge that I didn’t manage to finish in time. One’s still a work in progress. This one’s my latest disasterpiece, lol. I hope somebody out there likes it.
melts into Spring and everything’s green and pure again. So beautiful she almost forgets the way
things are. Almost.
finishes her bottle with a distinctly unladylike grunt and Carol smiles. Kisses each chubby, dimpled finger that
clumsily splays over her lips until giggles gurgle from the tiny girl’s mouth
and Patricia abandons the dishes in the sink to marvel at them both.
baby is a miracle.”
soft with affection and wonder of her own, Carol agrees. “She is.”
and go thud of a hammer echoes in the distance when she steps outside, the
outlines of Rick, T-Dog, and Jimmy small and barely visible as they toil to
further reinforce the outer barricade that has kept the farm a safe haven
through one long winter already.
crispness to the air, a hint of approaching Fall that she breathes in
deep. Savors even as she loops the loose
ends of her scarf around her neck and trudges through grass that is just
beginning to grow brittle.
“Carol! Wait up!”
breaks free from Dale’s side and jogs to catch up to her, greets her with an
infectious grin that’s fairly brimming with mischief and makes her lips twitch
uh, where you headed?”
in particular. Why?”
stable hums with the soft, content nickers of the horses and the music of
not how you do it. Tell him, Daryl.”
ever gutted an animal ‘fore, Boy?”
out of the shadows, making her presence known in the nick of time, and the
guilty looks on all three faces is downright comical, the pink tips of Daryl’s
ears especially endearing. She smirks
and folds her arms across her chest.
“You’re all wrong.”
think you can do any better, Woman,” Daryl mutters in bashful challenge, still
having difficulty meeting her eyes, “then c’mon.”
grins. “I’m on Mama’s team.”
unison, Carl and Daryl claim betrayal.
“So. Pick one.”
bites her lips, glances her husband’s way with helpless eyes that sparkle and
shine in the candlelight, the flicker of the jack-o-lantern’s mishapen
grin. “I don’t know. Rick, what do you think?”
cheeks pinken with suppressed laughter, and she bounces the baby on her skinny knees
when Rick looks just as clearly torn as his wife at his son’s suggestion, and
Carol revels in the warm, gentle swell of fondness she feels for these
Rick passes the buck along to their host.
“I think Hershel should be the judge.
It’s his house.”
Greene patriarch arches a wizened white brow, is wry in his remark. “My house, is it?”
Rick rubs the back of his neck and studies the pointed toes of his dirty
“In that case…”
night, two carved pumpkins take places of pride on the farmhouse porch. Stay there ‘til the wind starts to blow
colder and the leaves shimmer russet and gold in the trees and Carol’s not sure
who’s more disappointed to see them go when they eventually do—herself or Daryl.
kaleidoscope brilliance of Fall gradually fades into the stark grayness of
another winter, food and warmth harder to come by. Necessity breeds a deeper closeness.
welcomes Daryl when he abandons his lonely bedroll for good. Seeks sanctuary in her humble collection of
patchwork blankets and pillows, Sophia squeezed between the two of them as a
reminder of what brought them together as unlikely friends. What still keeps them apart as more.
can’t,” Carol insists softly, vehemently.
“You can’t go alone.”
is ill-fitting and bulky, his hair a touch too long and falling into his eyes
when he ducks his head. Gnaws anxiously
at his thumbnail. “Be just fine, Woman. Ain’t never needed nobody ‘fore. Been on my own for a long time.”
thin shoulders slump beneath her hands, and it isn’t lost on Daryl. Nothing ever is. She shivers when he
chucks a finger under her chin, peeks up at him through lashes spiked with
“Shit,” he swears gruffly. “Not you, too, Kid.”
different now,” Sophia sniffles.
catching hers over the top of her daughter’s wind mussed hair, Daryl fiddles
absently with the strap to his crossbow and frowns. “Yeah?
Glenn with him beyond the wall.
Reluctantly agrees to let Jimmy tag along as they venture deep into the
surrounding forest and an outside world they no longer recognize.
For two nights,
there’s a yawning emptiness in her bed that not even Sophia’s growing limbs can
fill and a lump of dread lodged in the pit of her belly like a stone. For two days, she seeks the comfort of
Maggie’s unspoken understanding.
third day dawns.
on the third day to the pounding of T-Dog’s boots on the porch steps, the bang
of the front door against the wall as he shoulders it open, his rifle shaking
in his hands. He looks like he’s seen a
ghost, and it doesn’t take long to figure out why.
lips are pale and trembling. His eyes
haunted as he helps Daryl shoulder the burden of Jimmy’s dead weight, what’s
left of the boy’s left leg soaking through a makeshift tourniquet and dripping
blood, thick and dark, all over the floor like a crimson rose.
springs into action, immediately pushing Glenn for answers. “What the hell happened out there, Son?”
readies their meager supplies and Sophia and Carl watch it all with wide,
worried eyes. “We’re going to need some
she’s lost, frozen to the spot, and she can only nod when Lori places the baby
in her arms. Squeezes her shoulder and gives
her a reassuring smile, her brown eyes warm with understanding. Then she’s hurrying after the others and Beth’s
ushering the children upstairs and Dale’s by her side, dodging tiny fingers
that want to pluck and pull at his bushy brows.
all right,” the older man says. “He made
made it back,” she agrees. The rest? She’s not so sure.
to her hours later, after T-Dog has relieved Rick once again for watch. After Glenn and Maggie have sought their own
refuge away from prying eyes. After she’s
sent Lori away, to bed and hopefully rest.
He finds her in the kitchen staring sightlessly out the window at the
stars that have begun to blanket the navy sky.
he?” she asks, nuzzling her damp cheek into the baby’s soft hair. Hugging her close when she starts to fret in
her ongoing battle against sleep and whispering nonsense words into the shell
of her tiny ear, bits and pieces of almost forgotten lullabies.
a fever. Old Man’s not sure if it’s the
just an illusion, isn’t it? All that
we’ve built here. We were foolish to
even think…” She doesn’t finish because
he’s a solid wall of heat and careful restraint behind her. Comfort she has no right to.
tryin’. S’got to count for
could’ve been you.”
hangs on. Survives. His scars,
though? He doesn’t bear them alone.
It snows. Pretty and pristine, it paints the farm in the
pale promise of something new.
children become children again. The rest
of them, too. Even Rick. Even Daryl.
worth all the soggy socks, the pink sniffly noses.
is quiet by the time the little upstairs bedroom door creaks open beneath
Daryl’s hesitant hand. Nobody stirring
but Rick downstairs, pacing the halls with one very restless baby girl. Still, Carol’s awake when he sets the candle he’s
carrying down on the bedside table. Realizes it’s just her.
“Downstairs. With Beth.”
he can’t quite hide makes her smile. “Painting each other’s toenails.”
in the act of unbuckling his belt, fixes her with a stare. His blue eyes, however, glint with amusement
as he pulls the covers back and sits down to work on untying his boots. “Stahp.”
she tells him more honestly. “Keeping
each other warm.”
“Pfft. Scoot over.”
breath and the dancing flame of the candle dies, casting his features in
shadows and silver moonlight. Her fingertips
seek out and kiss his. “Daryl?”
this?” she wonders aloud, weeks later. When
she’s warm and safe in his arms again and the stars wink outside their window. “What are we doing?” she tries again when he
takes his time answering. His warm breath
stirs her hair and his fingers hesitate only briefly before they lace with
hers. She waits. Waits some more.
each other warm.”
melts into Spring and everything’s green and pure again. So beautiful she almost forgets the way
things are. Almost.
breeze blows gentle and the baby snores as the rocking chair creaks, her hair
curling in dark wisps around her sweet face and one of her small fists tangled
in Lori’s long hair. She’s worn out from
a day spent toddling around the farmhouse, testing her mama’s patience and her
own limits, and Carol can tell she’s not the only one. It’d been a difficult pregnancy, a dangerous
birth her friend had never quite fully recovered from, and she worries. They all do.
“You want me to take her? You can
go get some rest.”
shakes her head in answer.
lapse into easy silence again and Carol’s gaze drifts outward. To Hershel, teaching Rick how to sow seed in
the fields. To Glenn and Maggie, sharing
a tender moment beneath the shade of the trees.
To Dale, nearby with Jimmy. And finally to Daryl, walking toward them
with Carl ever in his shadow and Sophia by his side, his chin dipping in an
acknowledgement that makes her cheeks flush and her heart threaten to take
looks good on you.”
gasps, turns startled blue eyes on Lori’s knowing face. “What did you just say?”
her a flower, another Cherokee rose.
Thumbs her tears away when the memories start to ache behind her
breastbone and kisses her mouth like she’s something rare and precious when
really it’s him that’s special. Him that
makes her thankful for the end of the world.
From that first rose to the moment he stumbled out of those woods. Bruised and bloody but with her baby in his
wanted me to tell you dinner’s read…shit. I’m sorry.
I didn’t know. I’ll just…”
Congratulations, you two.”
evening’s warm, the air heavy and sweet like Summer as twilight starts to fall
and the fireflies begin their nightly dance.
Sophia’s voice brave and determined when it reaches her ears through the
you like my mama?”
do you think, Kid?”
think you love her.”
saying I do, but if I did…you have a problem with it?”
do you think?”
this is something best talked ‘bout ‘tween me and your mama. S’what I think.”
love you, too.”
they do more than just keep each other warm.
him her trust and her whole heart, lets him cover her body and kiss her
scars. Make her sigh until she sobs and
clings to him, loving fingers woven through his hair and trembling legs tangled
with his own.
enough just to hold each other. Enough
to look into each other’s eyes and see the truth shining there, bright and
words, they love each other. Until dawn
breaks gentle and soft.
down beside her on the porch steps, stares at the pocket watch he holds in his
hand with wonder. Carol doubts it’s left
his possession since Hershel gifted him with it. “Penny for your thoughts. For what it’s worth,” she teases, nudging his
shoulder with her own.
of a smile flirts with Glenn’s lips but he remains serious.
she presses. “Glenn? Everything okay?”
great. Really great.”
swings like a pendulum from his wrist, and it takes several seconds for him to
respond. “You ever think about how
different things might have been? Say if
Shane hadn’t left? If Andrea hadn’t gone
find Lori, across the yard with Rick swinging the baby between their arms and
making her squeal. Carl, tickling his
sister’s chubby belly on each upswing and making her squirm. Dale, deep in animated conversation atop the
RV with T-Dog and Hershel. Binoculars around
his neck and book in hand. T-Dog and his
rifle at the ready for trouble they haven’t seen in months. Sophia, sunbeams catching in her strawberry
hair as she sticks close to Daryl’s side, never strays far. Finally, the man himself, always keeping her
and her girl in his sights. Her voice
catches as she poses a couple questions of her own. “If Daryl had walked out of those woods
alone? If he hadn’t even walked out of
them at all?”
looks stricken, guilty. “I’m sorry.
I never meant to upset you. I
works out the way it’s supposed to. You
have to believe that.” Sophia waves and Carol
stands up, dusts the seat of her pants before making her way down the steps. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m being summoned.”
turns. “Find Maggie, Glenn. Ask her.”
think she’ll say yes?”
“I know she
takes her hand as Sophia walks on ahead, the pond gleaming gold in the
“Hey. You alright?”
brings his hand to her mouth and brushes a tender kiss to his scarred knuckles,
smiles. “I’m good.”
the walking dead: is "just following the comics" is a complete BULLSHIT
so I just wanted to say my peace about the whole following the comics thing bullshit, because some fans are saying Glenn's death had to happen because it happened in the comics well here are few things that happened in comics that didn't happen on the show (speaking as someone who hasn't read the comics, just looked few things up on the internet)
1. Andrea & Dale were together
2. Andrea is still alive
3. Andrea is with rick
4. Daryl Dixon doesn't exist in the comics
5. Lorie & Rick had better relationship
6. Carl didn't have close relationship with Shane as he did on the show
7. Carl was the one who KILLED Shane, Rick killed walking dead Shane
8. Carol died not Sophia
9. Rick & Michonne are not a couple
10. Judith died in Lorie's arms
11. Lorie didn't die at child birth
12. Sophia was Carl girlfriend
13. Rick didn't know they were infected from the begging he found out that later.
14. Maggie doesn't have a sister named Beth
15. Maggie didn't have a step-brother or a half sister, she had a lot of brothers and sisters.
16. Michonne has two daughters, didn't have infant baby boy
17. Merel Dixon doesn't exist in the comics
18. the governor cut off Rick's right hand
19. the writers changed Negan random choice and made it Abraham instead of Glenn
20. they also changed when they let him choose to kill two from the group and NOT one.
these are just few of the things I know about, I'm pretty sure there are more differences, that the show weren't true to the comics because it didn't fit or whatever.
my point of this long post is I don't give a shit about following some stupid comic story line, they clearly didn't follow through on a LOT of stuff so this whole following the comic books is BULLSHIT
Daryl should be blamed for it (even if it's indirectly) like Rick was blamed for it indirectly in the comics, so enough with the whole it's not his fault bullshit