#careol

"it's  a  beautiful  day."      quiet  observation  announces  his  arrival  and  ezekiel  settles  tall  frame  down  to  sit  beside  her.      —      nothing  else  immediately  follows.  silence  is  never  uncomfortable  when  in  the  presence  of  someone  so  familiar.  the  world  around  them  might  continue  to  change.  their  homes  and  their  group  shift;    they  adapt    /    they  grow,  but  carol  remains  a  permanent  constant    …    even  after  times  when  they  weren't  on  the  same  page.  he  finds  peace  in  her  presence.  idle  hand  slices  freshly-picked  apple  with  a  small  dagger  before  offering  it  to  her  with  a  smile  that  creases  around  his  eyes.      "first  of  the  season.  i  choose  to  believe  it's  a  positive  sign  of  what's  to  come  here."      the  world  they  were  rebuilding  at  commonwealth  meant  something  and  everything  to  the  man  who  almost  lost  all  hope.  it  hasn't  come  without  sacrifice  and  for  that  alone,  ezekiel  strives  to  make  it  count.

It had taken Hannah three weeks to speak without being spoken to. Twenty-three days, specifically, since she had thrown herself at the Dead like a wrecking-ball, for lack of a better term, to help out a group of people who was struggling, and had been brought in like a wounded animal. Twenty-three days of nods and shakes of head, and studying the place, creeping people out by accident, and going out to hunt so she could repay them, and killing more Dead, and sleeping outside because it was the only way to keep nightmares at bay, and then, finally, she had said her very first spontaneous words: "Oh my God, are those real cookies?"

She had grabbed a bag of sugar on the last excursion to the abandoned city, but she hadn't thought someone would be able to cook with it, and Hannah, eyes wide in amazement and stomach already grumbling, took a few steps into the kitchen.

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@careol - I have absolutely followed Stephy since forever. I will forever love her Carol (as well as her Daryl ( @murkyhazed )), and forever recommend her to everyone.

fingers curl gently around the whiskey glass he holds. it's rare to have little moments to themselves. no case. no problems. just a moment of peace. it was truly rare. hotch can't help but laugh as he brings his glass up to his lips for a drink.

Daryl was not the type of man to tease, he had a hot fuse when it came to Carol too. The fact that he kept his cool until they got back meant he she was going to pay for it now. "What the hell was that? You flirtin' with that guy? You think that was the smartest idea?" He growled at her.

Taking her by the waist, he pushed her chest to the wall. Pinning her arms to her sides, his lips pressed to her ear as he growled. "I don't think you thought that through, how worked up you got me while you touched him. How do you think that made me feel? You don't understand that i'm going to make you feel how I felt." Daryl groaned, taking both of her wrists in his one hand, the other trailed calloused fingers down her spine.

( @careol ) carol > ellie : “Don’t feel sorry for them, they deserved it.”

lips press into a thin line, eyes locked on the dead body & their blood seeping from the neck wound where Ellie has lodged their knife. jaw clenches & they grit their teeth as they grip the hilt to wretch it free from the human. it’s the only reason they hesitated in the first place, Ellie is a survivor not a murderer & when the man attacked Carol they froze for only a second but it was enough time for him to hurt the other woman — another person to add to the list of those they hold dear & failed them.

The sun had long since dipped below the horizon. The streets of Alexandria were quiet, save for the occasional creak of the walls standing tall against the darkness. Michonne stood outside Carol’s house, katana strapped to her back, arms crossed. She took a breath, then knocked — firm, but not demanding.