Just a little musing about that old green eyed monster, jealousy, with Daryl Dixon caught in the middle. Post S4 Mid-Season Finale.

"The adrenaline-fueled resolution that charged his limbs lapsed step by step until the frantic brunt of his gait devolved into an angled stumble. With a guttural rustle, his stomach jolted, cheeks puffed, knees buckled and he keeled over on all fours, puking fluids." Daryl confronts Rick and busts out of the prison gates to track Carol only to come across with his worst nightmare.

Daryl Dixon hated hospitals. He hated the way they smelled. He hated the bright fluorescent lights. He hated those stupid gowns they put you in. He hated all the sick people wandering around. But mostly he hated the way those doctors and nurses looked at him, like he was just another trashy, redneck junkie trying to score a prescription for Oxy. AU, no zombies

A little winter holiday vignette, written for the USS Caryl Winter/Holiday Fanfiction/Art Challenge.

Daryl probably doesn't even know he's doing it. But he's been sending out the signals for a while. Told from three different POVs.

Tumblr Prompt: It's Glenn and Maggie's wedding, but Daryl's eyes are on Carol all night.

Rick struggles to cope in the aftermath of his breakdown in 3x09. Carick; spoilers.