If you haven’t watched the last episode of The Walking Dead get thee the fuck out of here now because SPOILERS. Also, because GO WATCH IT.
My husband thinks I’m a freak because I want to talk about the show while I’m watching it, watch The Talking Dead immediately after, think about the episode and talk about the episode every time I get the chance. This is the fundamental difference between the two of us and what makes me a geek and him not.
How is it that we’re already to the season finale? I cannot abide these cable station seasons. I had a hard enough time with the way things used to be, suffering through entire summers aching to know who fell off what cliff. But living through that feeling three or four times a year is emotionally flaying my tender nerves. The only way to endure is to obsess and to share that obsession with others. As luck would have it I got to geek out via text with my sister from another mister which alleviated some of the geek pressure. Thank the sweet lady internet we always have access to someone who is as big of a freak as we are.
This is me watching TWD:
They’re not really going to give Michonne to the Governor, right?
They’re not gonna.
I really don’t think they’re gonna.
Are they gonna?
No way are they gonna.
Wait, is Merle taking her?
What is he doing?
Is he going to give her to him?
Where is going?
Is he gonna die?
No way are they killing Merle.
I do not want them to kill Merle.
Are they gonna kill Merle?
They’re gonna kill him.
So long, brother. I knew you had it in you.
What a rough epi. I should have known from Rick getting all deep on Merle and Merle answering back after serious consideration that things were headed in a decidedly unhappy direction. But I wasn’t sure about anything except that Merle was going to redeem himself one way or another. It was pretty badass that he went out in spectacularly Merle fashion – a few belts of whiskey in him, acting completely on impulse and brave as fuck in a completely cavalier way.
I’m more than sorry to see Merle go. I think the dynamic between the Dixon brothers was multi-layered and interesting and could have provided years of fodder. But way to kick some Governor-loving ass, dude. And you would have taken the big man out too if not for that weasly little fucker, Ben. At least you got him. In the face. Respect.
That end scene when Daryl locked his smoldering gaze upon the alien zombie eyes of Zombie Merle was killer. From the way Zombie Merle contemplated him, for a second I almost felt confirmation of Milton’s belief that the human spark remains somewhere amid the ruin of the zombie mind. But, no. The feeling of loss was palpable, that end to possibility and the snapping of that final tie to what once was. You could feel Daryl stabbing the fuck out of the whole damn apocalyptic mess as he did Zombie Merle in. All that rage at how things might have been and never would be. Heart. Broken.
The greatest thing about this episode was the ending of the Ricktatorship. It’s about fucking time that these people stop listening to Rick. As a leader boyfriend be crazy, has the WORST instincts and has no follow through. Carl shot his damn mom. Nut up, Rick. But maybe now that it’s a communist commune, he can return to the Rick of old. Slightly sanctimonious, never straying from what’s right, stand up kind of guy. Old reliable.
Is anyone else watching this episode and wondering how the fuck Andrea is doing all chained up to that chair in the Governor’s torture dungeon? I mean she’s annoying as they come, the Kate from Lost of the show, but I don’t want her to suffer. How is she getting out of this one? Has to be Milton, right? Poor girl has to sit there until next week.
And after next week, this poor girl has to sit there until next season. Praise be to the sweet lady internet for streaming Netflix.