So. I love Caryl. I want them to be together. And as much as I would welcome *any* unambiguously romantic overture between these characters, I'm at the point where I feel like it almost *has* to come from Daryl to Carol, else there's always going to be that plausible deniability thing with people that ship him with characters X,Y, and Z and the molded tofurkey he probably found on a run that one time, y'all.
I mean. I see the chemistry, the continuously deepening feelings and the slow (as Christmas because Gimps sucks donkey ass at pacing) progression from two damaged people that just met in the middle of traumatic circumstances to two damaged people that are each other’s human credential if you will, but others out there?
They either genuinely don’t or simply refuse to, and that’s okay. To each their own. Really. They can ship Carol or Daryl with aliens and a butt boil for all that I care because that is their absolute right.
At the same time, though, I want Gimps and Co. to make it plain, once and for all, that Daryl wants her as a man wants a woman. That she’s the one he wants by his side, trying and starting over as they take back their lives and just live instead of survive. That she’s simply it, his reason, the one thing or person that he’s holding on to (as Morgan says…they’re all holding on to something) in this mixed up world.
I want it to be settled, finally. No more, but you could read it this way if you were wearing these color shipper goggles. I mean, yeah. Mine are Cherokee Rose tinted, but whatever. The response these two get whenever Gimps baits that nifty, nasty little hook of his tells me there are so many others out there that wear the same color shades.
So yeah. Batter up, Daryl Dixon. It’s your turn to complete that transition from boy to man. Do it for her because she deserves it. No more ambiguity and no more pussyfooting around (goes for you, too, Gimps).
Go claim your woman and leave no more doubts.
Because I’m tired.
It’s been 84 fuckin’ years.