She’d shoved the registration paperwork in front of his face with a brief run down on how shit worked there – the condominiums they’d cleared for housing while residential areas were repurposed for other shit like clinics and farming and schools. She’d explained that there were three buildings – singles, family and married couples without kids – and he’d done something stupid.

Like registered her as Carol Dixon.

Carol Peletier is a very wealthy socialite, with money to burn, but sometimes finding somebody to burn that money with can be difficult.

Daryl is a high-end escort.  He can make up to 10K a night sharing his company, and talents, with women who don’t have time to fuss with romantic entanglements.

After Grady the group moves on. No one is sure where they are going or what they will find when they get there but it turns into one hell of a journey. Revelations lead to rivalry within the group and when another tragedy strikes they have to find a way to pick up the pieces and keep going. That's easier said than done for some.

{{ McReedus fic for filters }} Melissa says more than she intended during an improvisation within a Caryl scene.

On one of the coldest nights on record Daryl Dixon stops for a stranded motorist. She's leery, of course, but finally agrees to let him give her a lift home. That one kind gesture on his part, and one act of rebellion on hers, starts the domino affect that changes them both. (Caryl AU no ZA) Unapologetic fluff ensues. You have been warned. Rated for sexual situations.