otp: it's a cherokee rose

empressmcbride  asked:


this is from a prompt list i reblogged forever ago and i’m sorry i’m only getting to them now!!! but here’s the first one. <3

“If I die, I’m going to haunt your ass.”

The herbal tea was expired. Still, Carol took out the sachet and dunked it several times into the mug of hot water, watching as the leaves worked their magic and turned the clear liquid into a honeyed yellow. Satisfied, she took the mug and walked to the back of the trailer, into the tiny bedroom where Daryl was resting.

After the war with Negan, after both Alexandria and the Kingdom had been reduced to ashes, Daryl took Carol’s hand and led her into one of the Hilltop’s trailers. Standing on the threshold, staring down at his boots, holding her hand in his, Carol answered his unspoken question when she stood on her toes and pressed her mouth to the corner of his.

In the bedroom, Daryl seemed to be sleeping soundly, curled up on his side with the covers pulled over his chin. Then Carol set the mug down on the nightstand, and a vicious cough wracked his frame. She placed her hand on his shoulder, feeling it shudder under his palm, and gave it a slight shake.

“Hey, I made you some tea. I think it’ll help.”

Without even opening his eyes, Daryl turned to his other side, giving her his back. “Nah, ‘m fine. Just gotta let it pass.”

Pursing her lips, Carol gave his shoulder another shake. “Don’t be stubborn. Come on, it’ll be good for you.”

“Nah. Don’t want it.”

She didn’t take offense at his comment, knowing it was less about him being ungrateful and more that he still, even now, struggled with accepting any form of help that wasn’t his own.

But Carol could be stubborn too.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, she leaned over his shoulder and pressed her mouth to his hot ear. “If you don’t drink this tea, I will kiss you full on the mouth,” she whispered.

This time, Daryl opened his eyes and turned his head enough so that he could trap her in his glare. “Don’t you dare.” Kissing her was a risk he wasn’t willing to take. And she knew it, too.

Smiling, Carol closed her eyes and exaggeratedly pursed her lips, humming as she aimed for her goal.

Her lips met a clammy palm. “Jesus, fine, I’ll drink the damn tea,” Daryl grumbled, already pushing himself upright. His cheeks were splotchy red, but whether it was from fever or embarrassment she didn’t know.

Victorious, Carol handed him the mug and redirected her original kiss to one of those splotchy cheeks. “Thank you.”

“Yer annoyin’. If I die, I’m gonna haunt yer ass.” But he brought the mug to his lips and took a healthy sip, hoping she missed the tiny smile he hid behind the rim.

She didn’t.


It’s a Cherokee Rose. The story is that when American soldiers were moving Indians off their land on the Trail of Tears, the Cherokee mothers were grieving and crying so much ‘cause they were losing their little ones along the way from exposure and disease and starvation. A lot of them just disappeared. So the elders, they said a prayer; asked for a sign to uplift the mothers’ spirits, give them strength and hope. The next day this rose started to grow right where the mothers’ tears fell.

empressmcbride  asked:

oh and “You weren’t supposed to hear that.” for the drabble prompt thingy :)

this got a little length, so i’m putting the rest under a readmore. hope you like! and thank you for the request! :)

He found her in the bedroom she shared with Michonne, sitting on the edge of the bed, facing the window. If it weren’t for the clenched fingers around the bedsheets, or the blood staining the white cotton (the covers, the pillows, her shirt), or the fact that it was black as pitch outside, this moment would’ve seemed like a normal snapshot in time. As it was, there was an eeriness to how odd she looked, with her back ramrod straight and her eyes focused straight ahead. She looked more like she was preparing to take an exam and less like someone trying to come to terms in the aftermath of a bloodbath.

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Last Sunday I made CARYL COOKIES in honour of the Premiere and because I had such hope for my ship. I had a hectic week so couldn't share with you guys but how great were they!?? Cherokee Roses. Stay Safe/Nine Lives. Caryl. I ate a Cherokee Rose while I cried over the reunion it was perfect.

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