Post by melinda on Aug 9, 2014 18:38:34 GMT -6
Trail of Tears
ch 1
by Melinda
As with most couples, their love started when she first stepped foot out on her own trail of tears. Caryl.
She wasn't sure what she was looking for, only that she was glad she'd found Tyreese. Yes, it seemed strange that they formed a friendship, considering her actions with Karen, but somehow, after the Lizzie incident, he'd decided to forgive her. Maybe her having to kill a child, which Tyreese knew would have been one of the hardest, if not the hardest decisions she'd ever have to make (except, of course, for letting go of Sophia); maybe it was he'd come to see how strong she was, how she was always looking out for everyone. Maybe it was because he'd seen what she'd had to do to keep Judith safe, to keep himself safe, to protect her unborn child. Who knew? All Carol knew was that without the unexpected pregnancy, Carol'd have had no other way to tell time, other than by the kicking of her baby inside of her, and that maybe time healed all wounds.
Yes, Carol and Tyreese were a strange family of sorts. Of course, he wasn't the father. Nothing happened, not romantically anyhow, between them. And Carol had obviously been pregnant when he'd found her (or more accurately, when she'd found him). She never talked about it, but Tyreese knew who the father was.
If she was excited about the child, Carol really didn't say. It would be hard, raising two infants in the world they were inhabiting, but having decided to stay at the little home they'd taken Lizzie and Mika into, and knowing they'd had to bury two children in the front yard, the little home which they would have otherwise fled had now became a home.
He'd go on runs, with Carol taking primary care of cooking and taking care of Judith.
They'd talked about finding the others, finding Rick. Carol was adamant that they return Judith to her daddy and brother. After all, she knew better than most the pain of losing a child.
Tyreese had talked her out of it. Who knew if Rick was even alive? He'd gotten the brunt of the governor's wickedness, and Tyreese knew that despite Rick's mental and physical strength, there was no way he could have survived the beating that he'd taken.
It was only after many sleepless nights and days filled with tears and heartache that Carol had finally relented, that they could not take the chance of losing any more lives.
Still, Carol held out hope that one day they'd find Rick, and that he would know just how far she would go to keep his daughter safe.
Not to mention the safety of Carol's unborn baby, also very much a priority.
Tyreese wanted to talk to her, wanted to know about Daryl. There was no way Daryl knew about the child; Tyreese was certain that he'd have found Carol by then if he had any clue to Carol's pregnancy. Every time he tried to discuss Daryl with Carol, she'd quickly change the subject.
It was almost as if she'd already resigned herself to the fact that she would probably never see the father of her baby again.
Tyreese turned around, made sure that Carol was in the house with Judith, and though he'd told Carol they wouldn't risk their lives trying to find the others, Daryl and Rick had to be found. If Tyreese were to be a father, he'd want to know. Rick and Daryl were good people; they deserved to know about their children.
It was the least he could do for the group that had given him shelter, safety, food- and a chance to prove himself. This was it. This was his chance to prove to Rick once and for all what kind of man he was. If it was the last thing he did, he would reunite the broken group.
tbc
ch 1
by Melinda
As with most couples, their love started when she first stepped foot out on her own trail of tears. Caryl.
She wasn't sure what she was looking for, only that she was glad she'd found Tyreese. Yes, it seemed strange that they formed a friendship, considering her actions with Karen, but somehow, after the Lizzie incident, he'd decided to forgive her. Maybe her having to kill a child, which Tyreese knew would have been one of the hardest, if not the hardest decisions she'd ever have to make (except, of course, for letting go of Sophia); maybe it was he'd come to see how strong she was, how she was always looking out for everyone. Maybe it was because he'd seen what she'd had to do to keep Judith safe, to keep himself safe, to protect her unborn child. Who knew? All Carol knew was that without the unexpected pregnancy, Carol'd have had no other way to tell time, other than by the kicking of her baby inside of her, and that maybe time healed all wounds.
Yes, Carol and Tyreese were a strange family of sorts. Of course, he wasn't the father. Nothing happened, not romantically anyhow, between them. And Carol had obviously been pregnant when he'd found her (or more accurately, when she'd found him). She never talked about it, but Tyreese knew who the father was.
If she was excited about the child, Carol really didn't say. It would be hard, raising two infants in the world they were inhabiting, but having decided to stay at the little home they'd taken Lizzie and Mika into, and knowing they'd had to bury two children in the front yard, the little home which they would have otherwise fled had now became a home.
He'd go on runs, with Carol taking primary care of cooking and taking care of Judith.
They'd talked about finding the others, finding Rick. Carol was adamant that they return Judith to her daddy and brother. After all, she knew better than most the pain of losing a child.
Tyreese had talked her out of it. Who knew if Rick was even alive? He'd gotten the brunt of the governor's wickedness, and Tyreese knew that despite Rick's mental and physical strength, there was no way he could have survived the beating that he'd taken.
It was only after many sleepless nights and days filled with tears and heartache that Carol had finally relented, that they could not take the chance of losing any more lives.
Still, Carol held out hope that one day they'd find Rick, and that he would know just how far she would go to keep his daughter safe.
Not to mention the safety of Carol's unborn baby, also very much a priority.
Tyreese wanted to talk to her, wanted to know about Daryl. There was no way Daryl knew about the child; Tyreese was certain that he'd have found Carol by then if he had any clue to Carol's pregnancy. Every time he tried to discuss Daryl with Carol, she'd quickly change the subject.
It was almost as if she'd already resigned herself to the fact that she would probably never see the father of her baby again.
Tyreese turned around, made sure that Carol was in the house with Judith, and though he'd told Carol they wouldn't risk their lives trying to find the others, Daryl and Rick had to be found. If Tyreese were to be a father, he'd want to know. Rick and Daryl were good people; they deserved to know about their children.
It was the least he could do for the group that had given him shelter, safety, food- and a chance to prove himself. This was it. This was his chance to prove to Rick once and for all what kind of man he was. If it was the last thing he did, he would reunite the broken group.
tbc
