This will never happen on the show in a million years, but as I watched the Finale last night I realized that all 4 of the most often mentioned potential M/F ships for Carol were all in Alexandria at the same time...
Spoilers for S7 Finale.
From the episode, if you watch closely, right after Aaron gives Jerry the apple, the camera pans left over to show Tobin seated to the side getting his arm bandaged. Then Carol comes into frame from the right, looking in that direction, but she deliberately turns away and sees Morgan sitting on the steps and goes to join him. Also in the Sasha funeral scene if you freeze it, you can see Daryl flanked by Rick on one side and Carol slightly behind him on the other. Those two hopeful Caryl signs inspired this story.
Aftermath
"He was looking for you." Morgan said, a few quiet minutes after Carol had settled onto the step beside him.
Carol glanced up and across the street where Tobin was still sitting, chatting with the pretty woman from Hilltop who had just finished bandaging his arm at the ad hoc outdoor first aid station next to the Infirmary.
Morgan's eyes followed hers.
"Not him." he said, twisting his stick in his grip.
Several people on the street startled as Shiva's roar was heard in the near distance, but Carol and Morgan merely smiled. It had been something seeing the big cat in action today, but it had been even more impressive when after the carnage she calmly allowed her master to collar her again, rubbing her jaw along his arm, scent marking him as her property.
"Him neither." Morgan shook his head from side to side.
Carol knew who he meant.
It wasn't that she hadn't seen Daryl—she'd stood next to him at Sasha's funeral service—but they hadn't spoken. Daryl's anger and frustration that Negan had escaped even after Sasha had sacrificed her life to end him had been coming off of him in waves.
She understood Daryl, perhaps better than anyone else, and she knew that he needed time in the aftermath of the battle to process everything that had happened. What had been said—or rather remained unsaid when he had visited her little house outside of the Kingdom—made the implications of seeing her charging in all white knight with Ezekiel and Morgan something that he wasn't capable of dealing with right now.
"He'll find me when it's the right time." Carol said in a voice more calm than she really felt.
"He'll want to know if you're staying." Morgan asserted, "If you're really home... are you?"
"Are you?" Carol turned it around on him.
"Ezekiel asked me to come back to the Kingdom with him and get ready for the next phase." he told her.
"He trusts you." Carol nodded.
"You too." Morgan reminded her, implying that she'd be asked to do the same.
Carol frowned, but nodded in agreement, closing her eyes and putting her face in her hands wearily. She knew that the King probably expected her to return with him to help prepare the people and to plan the next phase. That would probably be the best choice, the cleanest one. Take herself out of the equation here in Alexandria. Ezekiel would have Morgan and her as advisors just as Rick had Michonne and Daryl; just as Maggie had Jesus and... Sasha...
The woman's bravery still stunned her. To take her own life on the outside chance she could take out Negan? It had given them all hope. Life out of death. Good out of bad...
"Shit." Morgan's one word epithet made her look up.
From across the street Tobin had stood and started towards her with a determined look in his eyes.
From their left, Ezekiel was walking down the street with Shiva on her chain pacing by his side, also heading right for them.
From their right, Daryl came out of the Infirmary where Rick and Tara sat by Michonne and Rosita as they lay recuperating. Daryl spotted Morgan and Carol and immediately changed his long-legged stride to head right for their porch perch.
"Triple shit." Carol muttered.
"I can handle this—you go." Morgan said quietly, picking up his stick and rising.
"I think I've done enough running, don't you?" Carol said, blowing out a breath and standing.
The three men all reached the porch at about the same moment. Tobin towered over the other two, but looked a bit abashed at the combination of a King, a tiger and Daryl's death glare. Still he took a step forward and spoke first.
"I just wanted..." he began but faltered, looking at the other men on either side of him. "Just wanted to say I'm glad you're okay." then he frowned at Morgan, who had stayed close to Carol, like a sentinel, as if he was trying to puzzle out why she had been sitting with the Zen master.
"Thank you. You did well—in the fight—I saw you." Carol said kindly and then gestured to his bandaged wounded arm. "You okay?"
"Just a graze." he told her, shrugging his shoulders and looking down at his boots.
"That's good." Carol said, giving him a small quick smile.
During this conversation Ezekiel was watching Daryl, not Carol nor Morgan nor even Tobin. He noted with great interest the clenched jaw, narrowed eyes, and a sense of barely controlled emotion radiating from the other man. When she'd first come to the Kingdom he'd accused Carol of running from love...
"Glad you're back." Tobin said, his eyes rising to meet hers, "If you need a place to stay..." he offered, but a low growl stopped him from continuing, his eyes darting right.
It hadn't come from the tiger.
To smooth over the moment, Ezekiel held out his hand to Tobin.
"I give you thanks for your offer of shelter, good man, but Rick has invited us to the evening repast, and then we will be returning to the Kingdom." Ezekiel said to Tobin, who looked crestfallen, but took the offered hand and shook it.
The low growl came again, this time louder.
This time all eyes went to Daryl, who shifted his feet nervously under the scrutiny, but held his ground.
Tobin frowned.
Morgan grinned.
Carol tilted her head.
Ezekiel raised an inquisitive brow.
Shiva pulled on her chain trying to get to the Archer, giving a loud rasping purr and Ezekiel loosened his hold on her chain.
Tobin staggered back out of the big cat's way, his eyes wide.
Shiva ducked her head under Daryl's hand, forcing him to pet her in typically feline demand. When he trailed his hand over her head, scratching her ears, she purred in contentment and rubbed her jaw against his side. Then she raised her head and made a low chuffing noise, looking directly at Carol, drawing everyone's attention to the woman on the steps.
"Carol?" Daryl asked softly in a roughened low bass, his voice strained by all the shouted commands he'd given during the battle.
Carol looked into Daryl's eyes. What she saw there propelled her forward, down off the steps.
Pushing past Shiva, Daryl met Carol halfway in a sweeping embrace that lifted her off her feet, gently cradling her head in his right hand and burrowing his face into her neck.
Tobin stood staring dumbly at the couple.
Ezekiel exchanged a questioning look with Morgan, who smiled and nodded. The Kingdom leader sighed in resignation and gave Shiva's chain a tug as he turned and started back down the street. The big cat fell into step on his left side.
Morgan came off the steps and put his hand on Tobin's shoulder, directing him down the street to follow after the King.
Carol and Daryl remained in place. Words and plans would come later, but for now, in the aftermath, in each other's arms, all was right with their world.
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