Children should be children, they should enjoy Christmas with all the wonder and excitement that comes with it. They should bask in presets and gifts and the joy of Santa Claus without worrying about whether or not Santa's gotten crabs from that damned red suit.

She'd cut her hair with a pair of rusty kitchen scissors, screamed Ed's named till the neighbors called the cops. She could hear her momma saying she ain't gonna have it. But now, looking at the scuffy man as she held the bottle of Southern Comfort- there was no way she was gonna stop. She needed a night of sweet amber liquid and sweet Southern Comfort. {Caryl AU]

Aching bones, gunfire, shouts, screams, groans. She couldn't hear a thing, all she could hear was the sound of steel falling like the gates of hell opining. And like that, she was running through the gunfire, bullets biting into her skin, if only to be with the man she loved. ((Tumblr Prompt gone awry. For Kathleensmiles)

A Daddy!Daryl AU in which Sophia survived. -Caryl implied. "In which Sophia needs Tampons, Daryl nearly kills her, Carol Hangs his laundry and Daryl schools the group on the many uses of Latex Condoms."

Carol and Michonne had always been the best of friends, all through their highschool days. But they'd gone different ways. Michonne to Atlanta for Lawschool. Carol found Ed. She suffered the abuse, just so Sophia wouldn't know what it was like to grow up with out a dad. But with a strange scruffy and kind hearted man walking into her life, Carol starts to see things differently /AU

It was always ironic that the rough man had those dirty wings on his back. The Redneck was no angel ... right? Part of the Something Odd Collection of One Shots.

Whilst the McManus brothers poke at walkers. "Damaged people gravitate towards Damaged people and Abused Sons drift towards Sons Abused." Part three of the Something Odd collection of oneshots

Two summers after the battle for the prison. And one Summer since Phillip Blake's head had been hung up, teeth snapping and all from the guard tower wall. Carol know's she and Daryl have become close enough for her to ask him what all his tattoos mean. Even the strange one on the inside of his lip. /Prompt from the TWD Kinkmeme where Daryl worked for B in his younger years. R&R :)

Prompt From tumblr by miserystoll. She asked for a Daryl Confession, seeing as there are so many Carol ones. Honestly, its a bit fluffy. But, ohwell. ONWARD fluff! Set right before Arrow in the doorpost. R&R

He'd gone, he'd left her. But then he was back. And there he was, exhausted with a baby in his arms. Carol just didn't know what to think. - Quick Caryl fic. Fluff/kinkyness/raunchy poems/Daddy!Daryl. Reviews appreciated.