Thoughts, 4x08 "Too Far Gone"
Daryl vs. Rick
I just wanted to point out that Daryl asked about Lizzie&Mika.
He asked because he knew those girls were important TO CAROL.That is all.
Caryl the fuck on.
Daryl knows the real Carol.
Sorry guys, but I have more feels.
This line KILLED me.
Not only can Daryl not fathom how Rick sent Carol away knowing full-well it could have been a death-sentence for her, but he also, at the same time, cannot bring himself to think about the possibility of her not being okay.
He paces back and forth across the floor 7 times.
It hasn’t sunk in that he may never see her again.
It won’t ever sink in.
Excuse me guys but
CAN. WE . JUST.
I mean, look at him!!!!
So, this was a semi-AU request for Froggirl68. She asked for a scene where Daryl spies on Carol. Awesome idea! But I really don’t know if I did justice to what she had in mind. XD I also wrote a little thinger to accompany it. It’s nothing special but the gifs looked lonely… xD
He was mesmerized.
He’d never seen anything so fuckin’ beautiful his whole life.
She didn’t know he was there.
He didn’t want her to.
But he wanted to capture a piece of this moment.
It was nothing more than a damn shirt.
But she looked happy.
And he couldn’t fuckin’ explain it but somehow that made him happy too.
This was what he’d been missing.
The smile faded.
Why did it fade?
His fists clenched, remembering.
If he hadn’t died at the quarry, he’d put a fuckin’ arrow through him right then and there - the man who took that smile away.
And that was when it hit him; he needed it back.
That gentle curve of lips that breathed air in his lungs.
And he wanted to be the one to bring it back.
If it was the only fuckin’ thing he’d be worth in this life,
It would be enough.
Well, this happened before I wanted to bury my head under 4980498504850480808340 more pillows but I thought I’d post anyway. xD
Nothing too special. Sorry it’s not animated, I promise those will be back soon. (Probably post-midseason finale when my feels attack me in the middle of the night. xP)
- You terrify me.
- I say your name often in my head. But saying it out loud is like a sacred act.
- I hate that you have scars. I hate that you see mine.
- And I hate that they are branded on our bodies. As if to remind me of the shape of his hands.
- I speak to you with my eyes. Can you understand…
So, I’ll be over here turning into a puddle of goo in anyone needs me.
Carol liking Daryl first.