100 words prompts
Fandom: The Walking Dead
Character: Carol, Daryl, Aaron
Words: Resolution
The sun is high in the air; as the trees sway in the breeze knocking the last few of their stragglers off as they fall gracefully as they litter the ground in Alexandria.
There is something about the smell of freshly baked apples in the middle of autumn that makes you remember the good old days with mom. But now, mom is a distant memory fading fast as the colours of the leaves changes from greens to yellows and oranges. Soon, they would hunker down for a long winter to come; knowing that this would end up as their final run before old man winter sets in and they'd be stuck behind the concrete walls counting down the days until they could easily start up again.
This was the first time Daryl Dixon felt as if he is home. It was the smell of crisp clean apples that draws Daryl's attention back to the present time. How he wishes for apple cake, or hot apple cider, drinks made for sissies yet, his stomach grumbles with anticipation as he pulls himself up from the ground as his eyes travels from the machine in the middle of the garage towards home.
His eyes flickers from the beautiful hand crafted machine in the garage to the beauty that walks up the drive towards him now. Daryl lip curl into that well known half smirk as soon as she enters his crosshairs. How, she's gotten stronger, taller, muscular, and she too, seems a lot calmer, and maybe she too feels home is here to stay.
Rare as these precious moments are, it's not rare for them to display a chaste kiss in public view and now they do, it was like they were meant to be. Two of the most unlikely people to fall in love, to be a family, and Aaron smile brightens as he finally witness their resolution behind the truth of the apocalypse, love.