He'd be lying if he said he hadn't thought about it. Biologically speaking, it was nearly impossible for a healthy, red-blooded American male not to. But in his case, if he was being perfectly honest with himself, he'd never experienced any pressing need to put the ultimate expression of human sexuality to the test.

"She'd lured him in like a stray, with warm smiles and kind words..." Carol and Daryl search for happiness together but it seems like there is always something standing in their way. Caryl AU inspired by a suggestion from the wonderful laceknee on Tumblr.

He'd been surprised when the teeth had sunk into his flesh. Not agonized or fearful, just surprised. The pain had come later.

Inspired by P.S. I Love You (Prompt credit: Zenofbeingmommy). Letters of words left unspoken and feelings that would never be reciprocated back after death. What did they mean? What did they want? Will love still find a way even when the other isn't around anymore? Current Entry: Daryl's Rant (S2E9)

Her coat tails flapped in the breeze as her pace suddenly devolved, turning into a staggering half run as the material flared out behind her like a banner. It was the only sound in the encompassing quiet – adding harmony to the abyss as her pale throat worked around a sudden sob. - (TWD/Mist AU)

Finding a rhythm was easier said than done.

He didn't want comfort, and he didn't want to be alone. He knew what he needed, and he hoped he wouldn't regret it all by morning. Caryl oneshot; prompt-response, adult content warning.

The world is over. His brother is gone. His options are slim. And then out of the fog appears something he doesn't even recognize. He doesn't see it at first for what it really is. Hope.

AU. Carol manages to tear herself away from the violence of her husband but eventually finds herself in the middle of a world gone crazy. Something bad is happening and she believes that her own survival, and the survival of her friends, is balancing on the whims of three brutal and bickering rednecks.

After a head injury lands Daryl unconscious, he begins to hallucinate about what things might have been like if the zombie apocalypse had never happened and he'd gotten to meet Carol. Story alternates between reality at the prison and Daryl's hallucinations.

AU. Teaching archery to little kids was not the job Daryl had in mind, but he liked it. He liked it because Sophia was his best student, and her mother was the most beautiful woman he had ever met.

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

She had outlived all the other women from the original Atlanta group. She was the last one standing. Who could have seen that? Collection of drabbles, set after season 3. Disclaimer: The Walking Dead belong to Robert Kirkman and AMC. No copyright infringement intended. Chapter 51: Under Attack

Daryl Dixon found Montana by chance. He ran from home because he couldn't live there any longer. Not with his ol' man, and not with his brother. He was just looking for a fresh start in a place called nowhere, where nobody knew him. He didn't expect to find much. Just a quiet life, a job, and maybe some peace - for once. What he never expected was to find her. AU, no walkers.

She dreaded that she was going to have to corner him, but there was no other way she could think of to get him to talk to her.

She waited, guarding the stillness between them, doing her best to fill it with compassion and acceptance. He would talk when he was ready, and if, and only if, he felt safe. (USS CARYL One-Year Anniversary Fan Fiction Challenge)

Carol knows when he's trying to tell her something. Drabble, Post-S3 Caryl.

I have found the one whom my soul loves. "Song of Solomon," 3:4

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

A series of one shots based around Daryl Dixon and Carol Peletier. AKA Caryl. AKA my babies. All of these stories come from prompts that you lovely people have given me.

She savored the first few sips as she reacquainted herself with the warm, full bodied tang of Wild Turkey. Rolling the flavor on her tongue before swallowing as she let her body do the rest, closing her eyes in pleasure as the potent liquor trickled down her throat like molasses. …It really had been a long time.

Inspired by cast interviews and new sneak peek/promo vids for the second half of the season, the character of Carol grows and adapts. My first real action piece for TWD. Flashes of Caryl because I can't not write that. Rated for language & violence.

Daryl and Carl have a conversation about girls. In response to a prompt from the lovely zenofbeingmommy.

Carol and Daryl are separated from the rest of the group during an attack on the prison. Warning: major character death.

Carol discovers that their mutually beneficial physical relationship may have some strings attached after all.