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carylerxsecretsanta · 5 months

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Christmas Reminisce

Written For: @lola-andheruniverse

Title: Christmas Reminisce Author: @theresnosafeharbor4myships Rating: G Summary: Daryl and Carol spend a quiet night in France missing and reminiscing A/N: Happy holidays, @lola-andheruniverse!! I hope you've found some joy, moments of peace, and pockets of rest this season. Merry Christmas, and I hope you enjoy this quiet fic with your requested moment of tenderness. :D

Daryl bolted upright, heaving breaths through his nose as his dream world slipped away. He turned immediately to his left, but the spot beside him was empty.

“You okay?”

On his right, Carol stood at the window, the blue-white moonlight filtering in, lighting up her face just enough for him to see the concern written on it. She'd wrapped her too-large, calf-length sweater around her, her arms crossed to help ward off the cold seeping into the monastery walls.

“Mmm,” he hummed noncommittally, throwing the covers away from his legs, grateful to leave the nightmare that haunted him behind.

The chilly air immediately stole the warmth of the bed from him as he moved to stand behind her, and he wrapped his arms around her, hugging her back into his chest. They stood in silence for a few minutes, slightly swaying to a slow rhythm and staring out at the frigid night, the frosted ground, the icy waters.

He'd never intended to stay in France, but he was grateful it'd turned out the way it had or he'd be fighting off the winter elements in parts unknown, and Carol...well, she wouldn't be in his arms right now, he knew that much.

On a good day in the Before, he never could've imagined visiting France. And while it wasn't home and it'd been a treacherous journey through the country, being here in a once-famous monastery was something he and Carol would forever share: the two of them—having separately traversed an ocean—found each other and ended up here. Together.

“Wanna tell me about your dream?” Her voice came softly, quietly, and without demand.

He dropped a kiss into her hair just above her ear. “Some other time.” Another kiss. “Same thing got you up?”

Silence for a few beats, then she murmured a 'no' on a sigh. “Just thinking about home. Hoping Jude and RJ aren't giving Aaron and Gabriel too much trouble.”

He waited for her to continue, and when she didn't, he asked, “Sure that's all?”

He saw her quirk one side of her mouth up in the window's reflection. “Remember our Christmas at the prison?”

He nodded. “Yeah,” he answered, an unusual sense of nostalgia washing over him. He didn't often let himself think about what had been—either the good or the bad. Both hurt too much, and he had enough on his plate on any given day without the added weight of memories. But for a few moments, holding Carol and remembering together, he let himself reminisce. The tree Carl roped Glenn into cutting down. The ornaments the kids made to decorate it. The songs the others had sung in hushed tones that echoed throughout their cell block. The smiles and laughter that accompanied them more on that one day they'd chosen to celebrate as Christmas than any day that'd come before for their group. How he'd felt like an actual part of that group of people.

“We barely had anything to make it an actual Christmas celebration, but it worked somehow.” Carol paused, and he wondered how she remembered it, which moments had solidified in her mind. “Those ugly ornaments the kids made,” she chuckled. “That bitter chocolate Hershel found in the warden's desk drawer that we made into hot choco-yuck.”

Daryl huffed a laugh, remembering Carl's name for the silt water they'd all pretended was cocoa.

Carol didn't continue, and he waited, the cold seeping through his pajamas along his back a sharp contrast to the warmth he felt with her against his chest.

“I wonder what the kids are doing this year.”

He felt more than heard the heartache in her words and wished, like she did, that they slept at home, with the kids and the rest of their family nearby.

The Nest leaders had been promising the kids in the commune a Christmas celebration, albeit a simple one, for the past week. Daryl had ignored the hype, much like he'd done with Christmases in the Before, but he'd noticed Carol's contemplative nature earlier at dinner. He'd sat next to her, deftly fending off the few attempts at conversation others threw their way. He hadn't asked her what was on her mind as they'd readied for bed, instead waiting for her to reveal what bothered her. It didn't surprise him it had to do with the kids. He missed them too.

“Hey,” he said softly, unwrapping his arms from around her and gently turning her to face him. “We're gonna see 'em again.” He cupped one hand along the side of her neck, just below her ear, his thumb running back and forth along her jawline. “Soon as the snow melts and it's safe to sail again, we're goin'.”

She peered up at him, her eyes full of trust and tears. “I know. Just feels like forever away right now. We've been gone so long...”

“Sorry I got caught up in stuff I shouldn't have. I didn't mean—”

She raised a finger to his lips. “I'm not sorry I came looking for you. And certainly not sorry I'm here.”

He nodded, believing her even as guilt sat heavy in his gut.

With a hand to the back of his neck, Carol drew his face toward her until his forehead touched hers. He closed his eyes for a minute, listening to her breathe, feeling her fingers ruffle through his hair at the nape of his neck.

“I'm so glad I found you.”

Daryl felt the breath of her words against his face and tangle in his heart. “Glad you came lookin'.”

She eased away from him a few seconds later to look into his eyes. “It's a miracle we didn't miss each other.”

“Oh, I missed you plenty,” he stated, feathering her hair away from her forehead with one hand. A smile lit up her face. “More'an you know. Never shoulda left you.”

“Now's your chance to never do it again,” she teased.

“Yes, ma'am.”

Carol shivered, and Daryl rubbed his hands up and down her arms to lend her warmth. “Head back to bed?” he asked, head nodding towards the large bed with layers of blankets on it.

She took a final glace out the window at the cold night and nodded. “Yeah.”

She waited for him to settle into the mattress before sliding under the covers and pressing her back against his chest. He draped his arm loosely around her waist as she tucked the edges of the blankets around her body, sealing the frigid air out and cocooning them in warmth.

“G'night.”

“'Night.” Daryl dropped another kiss into her hair and closed his eyes contentedly, the best Christmas present he could ever wish for wrapped in his arms.

#Caryl #Caryl Secret Santa 2023 #gift 1 of 1 #from theresnosafeharbor4myships #lola-andheruniverse

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lola-andheruniverse · 5 months

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One-Shot Monday - Caryl Fanfiction Rec

Note: I completely lost track of my week count. I've got no idea if this is week 13 or 14 of our rec project LOL So I'll just keep posting and on Dec 31st I'll post a complete list of everything recommended this year. Oh, yesterday we had no #your turn sunday because I'm still reading your last recs. I intended to post everything that's siting on my inbox/DM in 2023. Wish me luck! Beloved carylers, today I bring you again two stories because I couldn't decide each one to recommend. Both are from the same author: Michelle Del Vale, known here on tumblr as @theresnosafeharbor4myships, who excels on writing missing scenes and headcanons. A Hellcat of a Dixon is posted on 9Lives. Summary: My headcanon on the aftermath of the s3 deleted Carol and Merle scene. Rated: T / Teen and Up Audiences Word count: 544 Published: December 29, 2015 Every caryler loves the deleted scene where Carol threatens Merle and agrees that it should've been kept in the episode. Our author here shared with us how she imagined the aftermath of that little talk would go with Daryl. It's adorable, it's fun, it's everything we wish we got back then. Great, really great Merle's voice! Light in the Dark is also posted on 9Lives. Summary: Missing scene from 10x04. Daryl's thoughts about his conversation with Carol on the steps of their house. Rated: T / Teen and Up Audiences Word count: 1203 Published: October 28, 2019 If the first rec is all light and fun, this one is so bittersweet and quite emotional. It feels like an organic continuation of the scene we've got on the show. Daryl's POV about how they should have left to New Mexico when they had a chance as opposed to his desire to stay and protect Lydia is beautifully written. I hope you give these works a read and, from there, go explore our author's other fics. Don't forget to leave reviews while you're at it, I'm sure she'll be happy to know you enjoyed her work! Caryl on!

#caryl #caryl fic recs #one shot monday #caryl fanfiction #caryl fandom

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untapdtreasure · 11 months

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15 questions and 15 mutuals

Were you named after anyone? Not that I am aware of.

When was the last time you cried? Earlier when I read astory on Facebook about Ann-Margret and how she treats veterans. Such a beautiful story I read.

Do you have kids? Yes, I have one living child, and one child that I lost before I was able to birth her. I am not sure if that child was a girl or boy, but in my heart, I feel she was a girl. So I've always referred to that pregnancy/baby as a girl.

Do you use sarcasm a lot? No. Only seldomly can I use it correctly.

What's the first thing you notice about people? Their smile or their eyes.

What's your eye color? Green.

Scary movies or happy endings? Both. But if I have to choose, I'll pick happy endings. But scary movies are some of my absolute favorites.

Any special talents? Not a bit.

Where were you born? Illinois.

What are your hobbies? Writing, attempting to craft (but it looks terrible. But I have fun). Photoshop.

Have any pets? Yes, I do. I have three cats named Emily, Penelope, and Picasso. I have two dogs named Roxie and Abby. And I have two African Dwarf Frogs named Tango and Cash. I want more of the frogs.

What sports do you play/have you played? I have played basketball, softball, t-ball (as a wee thing), and volleyball.

How tall are you? Five foot five inches.

Favorite subject in school? Algebra. It's like doing a puzzle. I like puzzles.

Dream job? Veterinarian. Or author.

Tagged by Stolen from: @racheltuckerrr Tagging: @appalachianwiine @palemercy @dragonflylady77 @mordsithmorgan @theresnosafeharbor4myships @poetfades2black @infiniteoddball @kailenawolf @hellkaisersangel @chamblerstara @thereadersmuse @in-all-the-chaos @angieflynns @hometown-unicorn @subversivegrrl

#& personal #& dash games

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memcjo · 1 year

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Thanks so much for the tag @mel-loves-all!

💜🎶when u get this u have to put 5 songs u actually listen to, publish. then, send this ask/tag 10 of your favourite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool) 🎶✨

I’m an old soul at heart, so I listen to music from before my time :)

I’m Gonna Crawl~ Led Zeppelin

Hotel California~ The Eagles

Piece of My Heart~ Janis Joplin

The Chain~ Fleetwood Mac

Layla~ Derek & the Dominos

Tagging everyone who’d like to do this. And also @hope-for-olicity @generation-null @cruzrogue @4everships @theresnosafeharbor4myships @quietlyimplode @keabbs @absentlyabbie @cainc3 @almecria

#music #me #tag game

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shimmershae · 1 year

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WIP Tag Game

So. I just now found this lovely little game @subversivegrrl tagged me in buried in my mentions. Just now. Because I’m always late to every game and I don’t get around to checking tumblr as much as I used to. Doh.

Anyway. My WIP folders is a scary, scary place, lol, but I thought hey. Why not? Maybe putting these out there will shame my muse into waking her ass back up.

Oh and before I post my list, I’m going to go ahead and tag @silversundown2 and @theresnosafeharbor4myships and basically anybody else that wants to join in can. If I didn’t tag you, don’t feel slighted at all. I’ve just spent more time elsewhere lately and have everybody’s handles over on Twitter/Tumblr/AO3 hopelessly mixed up. Apologies.

RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it.

Caryl/TWD:

HalfwayThere2

I’m not afraid

TWB4

50 First Dates

StupidCupid8

All is quiet by the time Daryl and Lydia return from their hunt beyond Alexandria

She finds him on the porch steps

Waltzing 27

tried to tell you I couldn't bake

running

Kiss Me2

WALK ME HOME 2

Oreos instead of actual checkers

Redneck Romeo

With an exaggerated sigh

P.S. I Love You 2

FourthQuarter2

Rainy days are my favorite

Christmas Baby fic

Paper Hearts P

Counting Stars 17

The Road Left Behind

Toob

Pile of leaves fic

fluff monster

NewYearsficlet2

I heard a noise

Love Unknown1

Give me a chance

Broken Halos1

EBB3

Caged Bird3

The hour grows long

I wanted to completely disappear

Blanket Fort

xftwdftwdcross

The Three Gifts9

BTSATS1

Kindergarten Cop Walking Dead Style

TheBreakfastClub7

As you can no doubt see, lol, organization and logic have no place in my house. In fact, I’m pretty sure this list is missing some stuff but hey. Feel free to send me asks or whatever. Some of these are as simple as titles I liked and wanted to build a story around or grab bags of ideas I typed out. Some are almost finished chapters I just can’t seem to get over the hump with and have wasting away on the backburner until they “feel right.” So yeah. Send in asks if you feel so compelled. Hell. Maybe they’ll loosen up the log jam in my brain.

Thanks for including me.

#my fic #fic games #asks #Caryl #Caryl fanfic #things that make me smile

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sparksflamesembersashes · 4 years

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Really appreciating all you Caryl fanfic writers out there, wish I’d known about you years ago. Especially enjoy stories by @silversundown2, @spanishrose2002, @waynedunlaptheorgandonor and @archersqueen. Also appreciate the lovely GIFs created by @gracefull-mess, and the many Caryl positivity posts from @shimmershae, @archersqueen, @theresnosafeharbor4myships, @shana-silver-fox and many others who I apologize for not naming here. For years, I never knew my only ship was a “thing” and however TPTB choose to play it out, I am here for it, and grateful to be sharing the Caryl experience with you awesome Tumblrs!

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chey1995 · 4 years

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Rules: name 10 favorite characters from 10 different things and then tag 10 people Thanks for tagging me @theresnosafeharbor4myships

1. Piper halliwell (charmed)

2. Penelope Garcia (Criminal minds)

3. Daryl Dixon (The walking dead)

4. Carol peletier( The walking Dead)

5. Veronica Mars ( Veronica Mars)

6. Suze (The mediator series)

7. Dean Winchester ( Supernatural)

8. Lucifer (Lucifer)

9. Barry Allen ( The Flash)

10. Roiben ( Tithe)

@deanwinchesterismyhomeboy @carry-on-my-wayward-imagines @caryldixon10 @psychoanthrowalker @misswondersusaan @misselise8311 @spyvstailor @alwaysautumnwinter @badwolfkaily @myra-barnes

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sketches-by-lexie · 5 years

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A quick doodle from @theresnosafeharbor4myships heart-wrenching fic that takes place after episode 15. It hurts so good!

Please give her fic the love it deserves!

#caryl #Carol x Daryl #mytwdart #quick doodle #theresnosafeharbor4myships #fic inspired #its so good and hurts a lot #but theres always hope

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maos2013 · 5 years

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Philinda Big Bang 2019?

Ok, first, if there’s one out there for this year, let me know! If not, how many people may be interested in participating in a Philinda Big Bang or something of the sort? I wrote for one between season 4 & 5 and there were SO many good fics that came from it! I still go back and read a lot of them. And honestly, after season 6, I’m still reeling and in dire need of some good Philinda content. 🤷🏻‍♀️

So I’m trying to gauge interest to see if we may be able to get something going! If someone with some knowledge of how to plan/start a Big Bang will coach me and you guys help spread the word, I don’t mind doing most of the work to get it going! Tell me what you guys think!

Taking volunteers to be my coach/ colleague in making this work, so message me if you know anything about it lol!

Tagging a few people who may be interested in participating or at least willing to spread the word, but I’m sorry if I missed you!

@cjs-deppendent @philindafanfic @agentmmayy @philinda-ao3feed @queen-of-love-and-beauty @plechka @aosphilinda @agentmarymargaretskitz @crazymaryt @daisuv @the-eh-team @anarchycox @theresnosafeharbor4myships @agentmayson @melindamaymatters @olor-et-luna @kelleee @arthurconan-doyle

#melinda may #agents of shield #agent melinda may #phil coulson #agents of s.h.i.e.l.d.#philinda #agent phil coulson #aos #agents of s.h.i.e.l.d

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maitedixon · 4 years

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Rules: name 10 favorite characters from 10 different things and then tag 10 people Thanks for tagging me @theresnosafeharbor4myships

1-Carol Peletier, TWD

2-Daryl Dixon, TWD

3-Aragorn, The lord of the rings

4-Thor, Marvel

5-Fitz, Agent of Shield

6-Peter Quinn, Homeland

7-Chandler Bing, Friends

8-Buffy Summers

9-Indiana Jones

10-Arya Stark, Game of Thrones

I tagg anyone who wants to play

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carylerxsecretsanta · 1 year

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Celebrating Carol

written for @laurellibra

Title: Celebrating Carol Author: @theresnosafeharbor4myships Rating: PG Summary: Daryl, Judith, and RJ surprise Carol for her almost-Christmas birthday. A/N: Happy holidays, LauralLibra! I hope you're having a blessed season and that you enjoy this little bit of lighthearted Caryl. Merry Christmas! :D

“Okay, Jude, can you measure the cinnamon while I slice the oranges?”

“Sure.” She opened the silverware drawer and took out the measuring spoon before grabbing the small canister of spice from the cupboard.

“And what can I do?” RJ asked enthusiastically, bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet.

Daryl pulled one of the kitchen barstools over and set it in front of the stove. “You can put some of the cranberries,” Daryl pointed to the small container of fruit, “into the pot, but be careful.”

He stood next to RJ and watched the kids about their tasks as he quickly cut orange slices to add to the red wine he’d just set to heat on the stove.

“What’s this called again?” RJ wondered, gently plopping cranberries one by one into the pot.

“Mulled wine,” Judith answered before Daryl could. She stood on the other side of her brother, carefully sprinkling cinnamon from the measuring spoon into the warming liquid.

“Why’s it called that?”

Judith shrugged and looked to Daryl for the answer.

“Dunno. It just means there’s extra stuff added for flavor.”

“Is it good?”

“I never tried it before,” Daryl answered honestly, handing a wooden spoon to RJ to stir the concoction as he dropped the orange slices in. He snagged the small container of cloves off the counter and added a few of them to the drink.

The kids peered into the pot as RJ stirred. “One more thing, Jude. You wanna measure in one tablespoon of maple syrup?”

She nodded and moved to get the sweetener as Daryl hovered over RJ for safety’s sake.

“Why didn’t you never tried it?” RJ asked.

“’Cause I never thought it’d taste good.”

“Then why are we making it?”

“It’s a present for Aunt Carol,” Judith responded, turning the tablespoon full of syrup upside down over the pan and watching the sweetener ooze slowly into the mixture. “For her birthday.”

“But I thought it’s Christmas time.”

“It is,” Jude responded.

“But isn’t that Jesus’s birthday?”

“Yeah, but Aunt Carol’s birthday isn’t the same as Christmas,” Daryl explained. “It’s just close to Christmas.”

“On a different day,” Jude clarified.

“How do you know it’s her birthday?”

“’Cause she told us.”

“When?”

Daryl’s mind immediately flashed to those first nights at the quarry, a hundred lifetimes ago. Several in their party, including Carol, Lori, and the kids, sat close to the campfire as the sun dropped below the horizon, making way for the cool of the evening. He would’ve moved closer to the warmth, but Merle would’ve given him hell for it, so he stood in the shadows on the periphery with his pain-in-the-ass brother, arms crossed in frustration, eyeing the group of people who’d bonded together for safety.

“What do you miss the most?” Sophia’s voice, barely audible, reached his ears, and he watched her and Carl huddling close together.

“Watching cartoons,” Carl answered. “Playing baseball. Pizza. And going to lake with my friends. We were supposed to do that a few weeks ago for my birthday.”

“When was your birthday?”

“October 12th. When’s yours?”

“July 7th.”

“Oh, that’s close to my mom’s. Hers is—”

“Your mom’s what?” Lori wondered, having heard herself mentioned and turning her attention from her conversation with Carol to the kids.

“Your birthday is July 5th,” Carl finished. “Right?”

Lori ruffled his hair. “Yep. Why?”

“We’re just talking about stuff we miss,” Sophia answered, somewhat forlornly.

“Like school?” Carol asked, half hiding a smirk.

“No way!”

“Come on, Sophia, let’s get outta here before we give them any other bad ideas!”

They took off running towards the RV, and Daryl turned his attention to the two women, ignoring Merle’s grumbling about the kids kicking up dust while he was trying to clean his gun.

“You’re an Independence Day baby, huh?” Carol asked Lori.

“Yeah, never really got a party of my own. It was always lumped together with the 4th.”

“I know how that is. My birthday’s December 22nd.”

“Brutal,” Lori sympathized. “You must’ve hated that as a kid.”

Carol’s answer was lost as her beast of a husband joined them around the campfire and she drew up the walls around herself.

The old memory shot an arrow of fury and pain through his heart. He looked at the two kids staring at him, waiting for an answer. And yet still so much to be grateful for.

“Long before you and your sister were born,” he stated, covering RJ’s hand on the spoon with his own, ensuring the stirring happened to focus on the present.

“When was that?”

“Alright, enough questions.” He turned off the stove as the wine barely started bubbling and playfully swatted the kid’s butt. His curiosity would go on forever if he didn’t nip it.

“Yeah, we gotta get everything ready for Aunt Carol,” Judith said excitedly peering into the pot of now-mulled wine.

“What for Aunt Carol?” Carol’s voice came to them from the hallway.

She must’ve come in through the back door. Judith pushed the messily wrapped gifts to the edge of the counter, and she and RJ stood up straight as Carol came into the kitchen.

“Surprise! Happy birthday!” they sang out.

“Happy birthday,” Daryl chimed in, noting the pink flush in her cheeks from the cold.

Her eyebrows rose, and a small smile graced her face as she peeled off her jacket and folded it onto one of the kitchen barstools. “What’s all this?”

As a quick, unspoken hello, Daryl grasped her hand as he passed her, moving to the cupboard over the sink to grab cups for all of them as the kids explained. “Uncle Daryl told us it was your birthday, and we wanted to surprise you!”

From the corner of his eye, he saw her look at him briefly before fixing her attention on the kids again. He hung the handles of three mugs onto the fingers of his left hand and grabbed one more cup with the other, knocking the cupboard closed.

“Well, I’m certainly surprised!” She saw a few haphazardly wrapped gifts on the counter and a steaming pot of something-or-other on the stove. “You did all this for me?”

He turned back to his family, the kids nodding furiously and beaming at Carol, then excitedly taking up their gifts for her and setting them on the dining room table in front of her chair. He moved in close to her, the right side of his body nearly spooning hers as he leaned closer, his lips at her right ear. “There’s nothin’ I wouldn’t do for you,” he whispered.

Those words in that husky whisper of his sent shivers racing down her spine. Before she could recover, he placed a quick kiss against her neck, then walked to the island and set the mugs down.

“Aunt Carol, you okay?”

Judith’s question made Daryl glance up at Carol, who stood where he’d left her, frozen in place, staring at him. He winked at her before turning his attention back to serving the mulled wine.

“I’m okay,” she finally answered, though it sounded a bit breathless to him.

The kids tugged her by the hands towards the table. “Come on, we got you presents!” RJ exclaimed.

“Alright, alright.” She allowed them to pull her to her seat at the table. She sat down, and the kids scrambled into their chairs, one on each side of her. Daryl set a mug of steaming liquid in front of her with a small flourish, and she looked up at him questioningly.

“We made you mold wine!” RJ told her, and Daryl and Carol both barely refrained from laughing.

“Mulled,” Jude corrected emphatically, then, questioning herself, turned to him. “Right, Uncle Daryl?”

“Yeah, mulled. Aunt Carol’s favorite.”

“Can I try some?” RJ asked.

“No way,” Daryl answered, grabbing the kids’ cups off the counter. “But you can have apple cider.”

“Yum!”

“Yum!” RJ mimicked his sister, as Daryl set a cup down in front of each of them.

He took up his mug full of the seasoned wine and held it out towards Carol. “Cheers. To a happy birthday.”

She clinked her cup to his, her eyes bright, a pleased smile on her face. “Thank you.”

He leaned down to kiss her cheek as the kids lifted their mugs to toast her. “Happy birthday, Aunt Carol!” Judith exclaimed.

“Happy birthday and Merry Christmas!” RJ clinked his glass twice to Carol’s before slurping down a large gulp of cider.

“Thank you.” She looked at each of them in turn, her eyes lingering gratefully on Daryl, who now sat across the table from her. “This is very sweet of you.”

“And we have presents too!” RJ enthused. “But you can only have your birthday presents now. Christmas presents on Christmas.”

She gave them a surprised look. “Separate presents!?”

“Yeah, it was Uncle Daryl’s idea,” Judith told her.

Carol tilted her head slightly in inexpressible gratitude, and Daryl couldn’t stop staring at her, her pink cheeks, tear-filled eyes, loving expression. “Love you,” he told her simply.

“I love you,” she responded, and his heart beat faster, same as it did every time she said those words to him.

“I love you, too,” RJ told her, breaking the moment of intensity.

She chuckled and reached for his hand, then looked at Jude and did the same. “And I love you both.”

“You wanna open your presents now?” RJ asked excitedly.

“Yes, of course!”

“And then we can have cake, right, Uncle Daryl?”

He nodded as Carol’s eyes went wide. “There’s cake too?”

“Lots of dessert waiting for you,” Daryl promised with a twinkle in his eye, though his expression remained neutral.

A smile flirted on her lips. “Well then, let’s get started so we can get to the good stuff.”

#Caryl #Caryl Secret Santa 2022 #gift 1 of 1 #from theresnosafeharbor4myships #laurellibra

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greenofallshades · 5 years

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TURN fandom!

I knew I’d finally get around to this, I’ve been meaning to for days now. Guys, if you’re like me, you’ve been seeing a lot of nostalgia about the old days. The Tumblr memories thing really got me going, personally. Also, we’re getting some new fans who are wondering if we’re living or dead. 🤔

So let’s show them some love. Yeah? Let’s revive some of the old fun. A few days ago, I saw a list of fandom projects by @theresnosafeharbor4myships. She kindly agreed to let me borrow them, and I have a few of my own to add. If you’re missing TURN, here are some fun ideas. Start a new tag and ask people to participate!

Ship dreams/headcanons

Prequels/backstories you’d like to see

Moments that made you yell (me—when Peggy found out about the plot to kill her husband and said “count me in”!! My Gawd, one of TV’s finest fucking moments )

Crossover wishes

Best fight!

Best quotes

Favorite set, backdrop

Fave costume(s).

Crack ship you never told anyone about—maybe even write a drabble or a one-shot!

When did you fall in love with your best character ?

Fave episode?

Most underrated character?

Make character playlists!

TURN characters’ Zodiac signs!

Make an ask and send it around—any TURN topic you think of

Visit fic by authors you don’t normally read and leave a comment

Reblog fan art

Go back to your archives and pull out old posts from back in the day and reblog them. Remember live blogging? Yeah, it’s still great. The old stuff is really good for getting the feels going.

Please reblog this—likes are great, but if you don’t hit reblog no one will see it. For heaven’s sake, you aren’t doing it for me—this is for everybody. And add to this list. I know y’all have imagination that whips mine, so do it for the new fans. Let’s give them & ourselves some fun. ❤️

#turn amc #turn washington's spies #turn fandom #turn fans #turn fan project

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mel-loves-all · 6 years

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First Sentence Writing Meme

Thank you so much for thinking of me ladies @hope-for-olicity and @laurabelle2930 . I love your stories! I haven’t written in some time, so it was nice to revisit some of my old fics.

The Rules: write the first sentence of the last ten stories you’ve written and look for patterns. Then tag some friends.

Mayhem, Moonlight and A Merry Christmas - (Olicity) “Long, cold fingers, of the frosty December night, trailed over the bare chest and sculpted arms of the slumbering Earl of Starling, Oliver Queen.”

Shoreline - (Olicity) “Beads of sweat trickled down the center of Chief Petty Officer, Oliver Queen’s back as he and five members of his covert special forces SEAL team crept stealthily through the outskirts of the urban town.”

A Touch Unlike Any Other - (Olicity) “Oliver Queen, the Earl of Archer, concentrated on taking his next breath as he attempted to keep the piercing noises of the jubilant ballroom suppressed to a tolerable irritation.”

Under The Spell Of Moonlight - (Olicity) “Through the languor of bone deep exhaustion, Felicity could feel the vehicle ease to a complete stop.”

A Breaking Storm - (Sherlolly) “Unusual street names in London would have to include Cyclops Mews and Uamvar Street in Limehouse, Ha Ha Road in Greenwich, and Hooker's Road in Walthamstow,” Sherlock declared out loud, as he lay on his bed and stared up at the moving shadows across the bedroom ceiling.”

A Thousand ILYs - (Sherlolly) “Molly awoke, slow and gradually, through a pleasant haze of lazy, gratified bliss.”

Vivez - (Olicity) “Lady Felicity Overwatch, widow of the Earl of Smoak, a renowned beauty of the English ton and member of a clandestine network that helped smuggle aristocratic Parisian children into Britain and away from the violent, bloodthirsty mobs of the reign of terror that currently swept France, stood at the edge of the crowded ballroom and tried not to show her distaste for the decadent waste of elite society.”

Softly Comes Love - (Olicity) “The first glimpse of Nocking Point vanquished Felicity’s fears and bone-weary exhaustion, for just a brief moment, as the sunrise revealed the face of the great manor through the window of the traveling coach.”

Craving You - (Olicity) “Hot, near scalding water flowed over Oliver’s body as he walked under the shower head in the empty foundry bathroom.”

Take What Was Always Yours - (Caryl) “Daryl couldn't stop shaking as everything he was feeling went intense white."

***I don’t really see an obvious pattern other than I do tend to write angsty stories. lol. I guess I try to introduce and set the stage for the characters by either their physical location and/or current internal feelings.***

Sorry if some of you have already been tagged: @tdgal1 @theresnosafeharbor4myships @jeenonamit @mizjoely @the-sapphiresky @kylotrashforever @lilsherlockian1975 @quiveringbunny @tinaday3w @sobeautifullyobsessed @thehiddenlawyer @whoswhatsitwhich @noregretsnotearsnoanxieties @strangelock221b

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