He was just trying to be a gentleman…women liked that sort of thing, right? A series of one-shots with the common theme of Daryl trying to be chivalrous towards Carol in season 5. Written in response to the redneck water jug mating throw.
If he'd been a better man he would have just kept walking. Continued on to his own cell and not thought twice about the sight he glimpsed behind those bars. Problem was, he wasn't a better man. Not really. Written in response to USS CARYL's 25 Days of Caryl Prompt Fall October 3 Smut Challenge: All tied up. SMUT WARNING.
The cold fingers of fear gripped his heart when he heard that rumble way off in the distance, turning the blood in his veins to ice and bringing time to a standstill. In this new world the sounds of survival weren't always a good thing to hear. Written in response to the USS CARYL'S Emotion prompt on tumblr.
Another twig snapped, this one louder than the last one. That second sound was all it took for the hunter to know it wasn't a deer out there in front of them. What it sounded like was a pair of boots trampling the underbrush. Last time he checked Bambi never wore boots. Written in response to the USS CARYL's Season 5 BTS fanfiction challenge.
Daryl didn't know what the hell had possessed him when he'd agreed to Carol's offer to come inside out of the heat. It sounded good in theory and it meant he got to spend more time with her but he honestly had no idea what to say to the woman. AU with no walkers. Written in response to a photo on tumblr involving a near-naked tradie. Previously titled Caryl Down Under. SMUT WARNING
He wasn't quite sure how they'd landed up like this, but the once-full bottle of Jack lying empty on the floor of Carol's cell probably had something to do it…not that he was complaining. One minute they'd been passing the drink back and forth and the next thing he knew her tongue was in his mouth and her hands were tearing the clothes off his back.
Daryl finds something tangled in the folds of his poncho that has no right being there. How will he deal with finding this mystery item? This is a Caryl Operation Levity idea that got way out of control. Second chapter involves a conversation with Beth but this is not a Bethyl story.
Daryl had been unable to voice his feelings but as always with the brooding man, actions spoke louder than words. For the first time in longer than she cared to remember Carol was happy. One-shot. Written in response to thecaryldaily on tumblr Marry Me? prompt.