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i just want car/yl why is that so hard to have ;o;

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warning: may run away in the dead of night when shit gets too hard

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@klarsynt said: ❛ the first time i met you, i had no idea you'd mean this much. ❜

               eyes   close,   finding   comfort   in   the   warmth   of   his   embrace.      it   was   the   mundane   things   that   brought   out   these   tender   moments.      like   right   now,   as   she   stands   at   the   sink   doing   the   dishes   from   dinner.      he   had   come   up   behind   her,   wrapped   his   arms   around   her   and   spoke   the   tender   words   in   her   ear.      it   was   a   sentiment   that   she   could   agree   with.      when   they   first   met,   carol   had   no   idea   the   journey   they   would   end   up   on.      he   was   supposed   to   be   someone   she   encountered   in   passing,   a   person   she   bunked   with   for   the   night   before   they   went   their   separate   ways.      just   two   strangers   helping   each   other   out   instead   of   automatically   killing   each   other,   which   many   people   often   do   these   days.      she   had   no   knowledge   that   he’d   end   up   sticking   around,   and   that   they   would   eventually   have   a   whole   community   of   people   following   them.      carol   certainly   hadn’t   known   their   relationship   would   shift   into   lovers   territory.

               but   here   they   are,   occupying   the   same   space   every   day,   sharing   a   home,   a   bed.      she   was   actually   in   love,   which   was   something   she   never   thought   would   be   possible.      guess   it   really   does   just   take   the   right   person.      ❝   life   is   truly   a   mystery,   isn’t   it?   ❞      she   hums,   eyes   opening   and   looking   back   down   at   the   sink.      ❝   i   thought   i   was   supposed   to   be   alone.      that   i   deserved   to   be.      but   then   a   stubborn   man   decided   to   stick   around.   ❞      she   smirks,   gently   elbowing   him   in   the   stomach.      carol   was   eternally   grateful   that   he   decided   to   turn   their   one   night   alliance   into   a   permanent   one.

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@klarsynt said: My muse murmurs your muse’s name in their sleep, unaware they’re listening.

               sleep   generally   doesn’t   come   easy   for   her,   it   never   has.      before   it   was   due   to   fear,   never   knowing   what   that   bastard   would   do   to   her.      when   the   apocalypse   began   it   was   fear   of   the   unknown,   fear   of   an   entirely   new   threat.      these   days?      it   wasn’t   so   much   fear   as   it   was   anxiety   and   stress.      she’s   responsible   for   a   whole   community,   and   that   weighs   on   her   mind.      plus   she   still   thinks   about   her   old   group,   her   family   she   left   behind   because   rejection   was   too   much   to   face.      the   lives   of   the   people   she’s   killed   weigh   on   her   too.      essentially,   she   is   just   in   constant   thought   and   can   hardly   get   her   brain   to   shut   up   long   enough   to   induce   sleep.

               that’s   why   she   was   able   to   hear   the   shaky   murmur   of   her   name   off   emil’s   lips.      brows   furrow,   her   head   turning   on   her   pillow   to   look   at   him.      his   back   is   to   her,   shoulders   peeking   out   of   the   blanket   draped   over   them.      the   room   is   mostly   dark,   save   for   the   small   solar   powered   lamp   on   the   dresser   near   the   door.      it   sheds   just   enough   light   for   her   to   see   his   shoulders   shake.      carol   knows   the   signs   of   a   nightmare,   she’s   seen   it   in   him   before,   just   as   he’s   seen   her.      she   was   unwilling   to   let   the   darkness   play   out,   so   she   shifted   on   the   bed.      propping   herself   up   on   her   elbow,   she   reaches   out,   a   gentle   caress   along   his   shoulder   and   down   to   his   chest.      she   scoots   a   little   closer,   so   her   body   aligns   perfectly   with   his.      chin   rests   on   his   shoulder,   examining   his   side   profile.

               the   crease   in   his   brow,   the   tightness   of   his   jaw,   it   makes   her   heart   ache.      ❝   i’m   here.   ❞      it’s   spoken   softly,   not   wanting   to   wake   him   too   abruptly.      instead,   she   wants   to   coax   him   back   to   a   safe   place   gently.      ❝   follow   my   voice,   emil.      i’m   here.   ❞

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#CAREOL: an independent, private, highly selective carol peletier of amc's the walking dead. multi-verse and multi-ship. crossover and oc friendly. triggering material will be present on this blog, including but not limited to domestic violence, child loss and death. this blog contains material that may not be suitable for young viewers.

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"Our song, my love." DARYL DIXON - THE BOOK OF CAROL 2.04 "Le Paradis Pour Toi"

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i have a form of cuteness aggression with carol. but instead of cuteness its more "oh my god shes is so fucking hot oh my god what a bad bitch oh my god" starts violently kicking and punching the air

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@venogasm said: “    so, how long have you been a cook?      ”

               ❝   i   wouldn’t   classify   myself   as   a   real   cook.   ❞      it   had   never   been   a   profession   after   all.      it   had   been   something   perfected   due   to   necessity,   long   before   the   dead   walked.      she   had   first   learned   with   her   mother,   but   mistakes   were   allowed   to   be   made   then.      when   she   got   married…      that   was   when   things   started   going   downhill.      among   the   many   other   things   wrong   with   her   marriage,   any   imperfection   with   meals   resulted   in   heinous   punishment.      fear   of   his   fist   kept   her   on   the   path   to   perfection   in   food.      now,   at   fifty,   cooking   just   comes   naturally   for   her.      only   now   she   actually   enjoys   it.

               ❝   my   mother   was   a   stay   at   home   mom.      she   taught   me   many   things.      over   the   years   i   just   got   better   and   better.      practice   makes   perfect,   right?      although   these   days,   even   with   substitutions,   things   can   go   wrong.      apocalypse   cooking   wasn’t   in   any   of   the   recipe   books   back   in   the   day.   ❞

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if anyone wants to send memes i would not object.

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because she would be a boss in the svu universe

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Caryl every season [•TWD - 5x02•]

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@feedbeast

               carol   understands   that   desire.      the   drive   to   fight,   to   become   someone   comparable   to   women   like   maggie   and   michonne.      that   was   carol   once   upon   a   time,   and   now   look   at   her.      she   is   a   force   of   nature,   someone   fully   capable   of   surviving   this   world   on   her   own   if   need   be.      it’s   not   what   carol   wants,   to   be   alone,   to   have   to   face   the   world   in   solitude.      she’d   done   enough   of   that   before   the   dead   walked   the   earth.      smiling   faintly,   carol   nods   her   head.      ❝   it’s   a   goal   everyone   should   have.      to   want   to   learn   survival   skills,   how   to   get   out   of   dangerous   situations.      i   could   help,   you   know.      show   you   how   to   wield   a   blade   with   precision,   how   to   always   hit   your   target   with   a   gun…      if   you   want   a   coach,   that   is.   ❞

she   knows   she   isn't   survivor   material.    she   may   have   improved   since   the   farm,   but   beth   knows   she   still   has   a   ways   to   go.    she's   not   like   maggie,   not   like   carol,   or   michonne.    she   can't   fight   like   them,   isn't   prepared   to   survive   out   there.    she   likes   to   think   that   they'll   be   inside   the   prison   walls   forever,   that   the   community   they're   building   will   thrive.    but   she   has   to   be   prepared.    just   in   case.    at   carols   words   she   adjusts   her   fists,   moves   her   thumbs   to   the   outside.    it   feels   weird,   but   so   does   everything   else   in   life   now.    ❝   i   wanna   be   ready.   ❞    she   walks   the   line   between   proud   and   ashamed;   happy   with   herself   for   trying   to   learn,   but   ashamed   by   the   implications   that   she   thinks   this   won't   last   forever.    ❝   just   in   case,   you   know?    for   if   i   ever   have   to   go   out   there.   ❞

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i can't live without you, i can't live without you baby...

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@missingeye said: ❝ is something wrong? ❞

               the   smile   she   offers   is   faint,   tired   as   she   takes   a   seat   at   the   cafeteria   table.      it’s   still   kind   of   funny   to   her,   how   they’ve   ended   up   living   in   a   prison.      of   all   the   places   one   would   imagine   themselves,   it   was   never   here.      although   with   how   things   are   these   days?      a   prison   might   be   the   safest   damn   place   to   hold   out.

               ❝   just   still   recovering.   ❞      a   sigh,   she   needs   to   take   it   slow.      capable   as   she   is,   even   the   strongest   of   fighters   need   to   rest   and   regain   their   strength   after   days   without   food   or   water.      she   was   still   dehydrated,   hershel   had   warned   not   to   overdo   it   on   the   water.      the   instinct   is   to   chug   and   chug   and   chug,   but   that   causes   more   damage   than   it   does   good.      so   sipping   on   the   water   and   pacing   herself   is   crucial,   though   it   does   feel   like   a   much   slower   process.

               ❝   i   just   couldn’t   sit   in   that   cell   anymore.      being   stuck   in   that   tiny   space   for   days   just…      i   need   a   bit   more   open   space   right   now.      don’t   tell   anyone   yet,   because   i   have   a   feeling   they’ll   try   to   get   me   to   rest   more.      i’m   honestly   tired   of   resting   too.   ❞

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PLOTTING CALL . mutuals, if you're interested in doing some basic plotting to start a thread, like this and i'll come into your messages! we do not need to go super in depth ( i'm actually quite terrible at in depth plotting ) just a basic idea to get the ball rolling!

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THE WALKING DEAD: DARYL DIXON "Vouloir, c'est pouvoir"

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Let's keep doing that. Let's keep never giving up. Carol and Daryl in The Walking Dead: Season 3 Trailer