Post by melindajo2000 on Dec 31, 2012 7:00:18 GMT -6
a Carol/Daryl fic
Found
Carol was tired. So tired. After everything she'd been through and seen and done, she thought about it. She'd lost everything that had ever mattered to her, including that worthless, no good piece of trash husband of hers. Much to her surprise, she felt almost nothing when he died. Almost. There was a sense of relief, of freedom that came from losing the more real monster in her life. At first she'd tried to hide it, hide the bruises, pretend like nothing had happened. But as she grew closer to the others- she couldn't help it, they were a strange colony of a family- she knew that her secret would not be safe forever.
But now he was gone, and she had learned to be okay with it. Giving her husband the final blow, putting him out of his misery seemed almost too kind for him, but it was okay. After all, she'd had Sophia to live for, and as long as she had her daughter, then Carol knew that everything would be okay.
But then, like so many others before her, Sophia was gone. So many gauntlets of emotions ran through her mind. Hope. Despair. Grief. Sorrow. In a way she'd come to learn to expect the worse, but they wouldn’t hurt a little girl, would they? After all, that's all Sophia was- just a little girl. She'd never crossed anyone wrong in her short life, so she had to be okay.
There were moments were she knew that she was being unrealistic. She was holding the camp up, and Carol knew it. But should she ever want to call the search off, she knew in the back of her mind there was one person who wouldn't let her quit. She wasn't quite sure what was in it for him, but as long as there was breath left in in him he wouldn't quit on Sophia, and he sure wouldn't let her quit trying to remember her as well.
Really, what was in it for Daryl? Somehow Carol could see past the damaged soul that he was, see past the hurt and confusion, and what she saw surprised them both. She saw a human being. Flawed, troubled, angry- but Daryl was real. There was a trace of humanity in him that somehow she was starting to see. Would a monster keep on searching for her daughter the way that he had? In the back of her mind she knew the answer to that, but she couldn't think about that for now. All she had was Sophia, and all he had was his mission. For better or worse, they were in this- whatever this mad world was- together, and for now she would take her acts of humanity wherever she could find them.
And then it was too late. As Daryl held her back, only he knew how she felt at the moment. True, Andrea had lost her sister, but her sister was a bit older, and had had somewhat of a fighting chance. But Daryl had lost before, and if Carol were right, she'd suspected he'd lost much in his short life. So there was nothing Carol could do but to watch as her walker daughter was put out of humanity, and once again, he was there.
It was strange. He was always there. He could find her in a rainstorm or in a moment of solitude. Somehow Daryl always found Carol. The same could be said for him. They could be stuffed together in a group, unruly, loud group, but she always found him. She didn't go out searching for him. It just seemed as if they instinctively knew how to find each other. Maybe it was their painful years of abuse, maybe it was the loneliness they saw in each other, maybe it was only due to Sophia, but for better or worse, they knew how to find each other. Carol's mind wouldn't allow her to think of loving anyone after Sophia, and Daryl certainly wasn't there either. But as long as they kept finding each other, they knew that somehow they would survive this terrible thing. Together.
The end
Found
Carol was tired. So tired. After everything she'd been through and seen and done, she thought about it. She'd lost everything that had ever mattered to her, including that worthless, no good piece of trash husband of hers. Much to her surprise, she felt almost nothing when he died. Almost. There was a sense of relief, of freedom that came from losing the more real monster in her life. At first she'd tried to hide it, hide the bruises, pretend like nothing had happened. But as she grew closer to the others- she couldn't help it, they were a strange colony of a family- she knew that her secret would not be safe forever.
But now he was gone, and she had learned to be okay with it. Giving her husband the final blow, putting him out of his misery seemed almost too kind for him, but it was okay. After all, she'd had Sophia to live for, and as long as she had her daughter, then Carol knew that everything would be okay.
But then, like so many others before her, Sophia was gone. So many gauntlets of emotions ran through her mind. Hope. Despair. Grief. Sorrow. In a way she'd come to learn to expect the worse, but they wouldn’t hurt a little girl, would they? After all, that's all Sophia was- just a little girl. She'd never crossed anyone wrong in her short life, so she had to be okay.
There were moments were she knew that she was being unrealistic. She was holding the camp up, and Carol knew it. But should she ever want to call the search off, she knew in the back of her mind there was one person who wouldn't let her quit. She wasn't quite sure what was in it for him, but as long as there was breath left in in him he wouldn't quit on Sophia, and he sure wouldn't let her quit trying to remember her as well.
Really, what was in it for Daryl? Somehow Carol could see past the damaged soul that he was, see past the hurt and confusion, and what she saw surprised them both. She saw a human being. Flawed, troubled, angry- but Daryl was real. There was a trace of humanity in him that somehow she was starting to see. Would a monster keep on searching for her daughter the way that he had? In the back of her mind she knew the answer to that, but she couldn't think about that for now. All she had was Sophia, and all he had was his mission. For better or worse, they were in this- whatever this mad world was- together, and for now she would take her acts of humanity wherever she could find them.
And then it was too late. As Daryl held her back, only he knew how she felt at the moment. True, Andrea had lost her sister, but her sister was a bit older, and had had somewhat of a fighting chance. But Daryl had lost before, and if Carol were right, she'd suspected he'd lost much in his short life. So there was nothing Carol could do but to watch as her walker daughter was put out of humanity, and once again, he was there.
It was strange. He was always there. He could find her in a rainstorm or in a moment of solitude. Somehow Daryl always found Carol. The same could be said for him. They could be stuffed together in a group, unruly, loud group, but she always found him. She didn't go out searching for him. It just seemed as if they instinctively knew how to find each other. Maybe it was their painful years of abuse, maybe it was the loneliness they saw in each other, maybe it was only due to Sophia, but for better or worse, they knew how to find each other. Carol's mind wouldn't allow her to think of loving anyone after Sophia, and Daryl certainly wasn't there either. But as long as they kept finding each other, they knew that somehow they would survive this terrible thing. Together.
The end
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