I love this so very much. Guh.
I rewatched Wuthering Heights and season 3 in the same week. It was not a good idea. I’m so sorry, I couldn’t contain the angst anymore.
That look gets me every time. Carol’s gaze is fixed, steady - almost challenging. But Daryl can barely meet her eyes despite the fact that his presence there is clearly in response to her plea for him not to pull away from the group.
But look at him! He cleaned up and everything. Parted his hair on the wrong side even trying to spruce up.
I like to imagine that in this moment Carol’s eyes flick to Daryl’s hair and that her lips twitch a little in amusement before she heads out the screen door. And that Daryl thinks “Fuck it! I’ll stick around, but that’s the last time I bother with this bathing and combing shit.”
I have finally found pre-series fanfiction about the Dixon brothers that:
- Does justice to both characters
- Doesn’t attempt to whitewash their flaws
- Has a strong plot
- Is written by someone with a fantastic understanding of what it takes to build a compelling story…AND who lovingly respects the English language
- Doesn’t shoehorn in an OC female specifically for annoying love-interest purposes, thank God.
- Gives the brothers a backstory that rings achingly true
I do recommend reading the author, Praxid’s prequel to this story, Little Janie Reed, since it sets up the shared world beautifully and leads directly into the opening of this story. There is also a sequel in the works, Down in the Willow Garden; thus far is is proving to be a delightful little murder mystery with Caryl overtones. Again, the respect done to all the characters makes me virtually jubilant.
What the hell. I’m also going to recommend the author’s other story, Death and the Maiden, a tight little one-shot featuring Beth Greene.
That moment when you suddenly realize you’re really starting to ‘ship the hell out of two characters?
Yeah, for me it happened right here during the mirrored looks of “This Jenner asshole is full of shit.”
*sigh* My kingdom for better caps.
Dude, there are times I’m completely convinced that they fucked during “Triggerfinger.” Not any of that pansy, tender shit either. Oh no, this would have been total grief-laden, post yelling scene, roll around in the dirt fucking.
Because, let’s face it. That scene didn’t end onscreen. Y’know what I mean? And the more meaningful shit? That can come later.