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@lcsthumanity
Okay but can y'all picture season 9 opening with a montage of nowadays life in Alexandria along with shots of Negan doing stuff in his cell while Everybody wants to rule the world by Tears For Fear plays through the whole thing? You're welcome.
Rick this episode:
JSJFGKGKHHKHKKFJDB I HATE @lcsthumanity
okay so ! I’ve seen a lot of people complain about how negan’s reaction to carl’s death was more heartfelt & human than rick’s. or about how rick is a bad father for ignoring carl’s dying wish when he asked for peace. Now, there’s a few things i’d like to say ( of course this is just my opinion but it directly affects the way i write rick )
1. I like how tv negan is way more human than comic negan, at least when he first showed up. but he’s still using carl’s death against rick by telling him it was his fault. I don’t think negan actually blames rick? but it’s a purely strategic move to get his enemy to make a mistake and lose the war.
2. rick’s coping mechanism. rick can’t allow himself to mourn, not until the war is over. mourning, as well as reading the letter his son wrote, is accepting the fact that carl is gone. he has to carry on with the fight because he’s in shock and if he stops, reality will come crushing down on him. remember when lori died and he went full on savage putting down all those walkers? same idea here.
3. blame it on the prick with the baseball bat. that is way more easy than accepting the fact that your kid’s death is LITERALLY no one’s fault. all the rage, hate and --above all-- frustration that carl’s death represents is being directed towards negan and the saviors for no real reason. someone’s gotta pay and that’s just purely cathartic.
4. anyways ! i feel like it’s too soon to talk about whether this is good or poor writing? we still didn’t get the chance to see what carl’s death really brought up in every character and where does that take the story. i guess we’ll have to wait and see !
He used to sit on the roof.
Everything seemed to go according to plan. Their enemies were trapped and it was only a matter of time until war came to an end. Peace was just around the corner. And with that thought in mind, Rick finally turned his back to battle and made his way home. He did so reluctantly, wanting to stay and witness the slow fall of an empire. But sleepless days were taking a toll on him. In a matter of hours, the leader would be back at the Sanctuary to put an end to Negan’s reign--- and also to his life.
He drove alone and in silence, until he finally found himself walking through the gates of their community. He was greeted by the quiet routine of the people left behind, and that alone put a smile on his face. Rick glanced around with tired eyes, until he spotted his son sitting on the roof of a wooden gazebo. “Carl!” His call caused the boy to look away from the pieces of paper he seemed to be writing on. “Come here, I need your help with somethin’!”
@vixite / closed starter
“Carl!” The man rushed over to his son, reaching out to grab him by his shirtsleeve to stop him from walking away. The teenager’s actions were childish and foolish, and Rick wanted to make sure he heard what his father had to say about it. The dead were hardly a threat these days. It was people —strangers willing to do ANYTHING to survive— what posed the greatest danger. And yet Carl had just risked their safety to help a man he briefly met on the road. “What the hell were you thinkin’?! You can't go around helpin' strangers like that. He's not worth riskin' your life!”
@vixite / closed starter
Next week on The Walking Dead….
DRE / boredpeanuts
HE’D ALWAYS KNOWN HE COULDN’T HIDE FOREVER. That it had been unrealistic to believe Rick would keep his existence a secret once the war subdued. Not if he cared about Michonne as much as he claimed to. AND DEEP DOWN? Dre had hoped this would happen. Memories of a Mama he thought he’d lost had been haunting him ever since their last conversation. Lullabies and bad mom jokes. Goodnight kisses on the forehead. Each one got more vivid than the previous and it filled the man with regret. He shouldn’t have left Alexandria as fast as he did. HE SHOULD’VE STAYED. Now, he lived in the unknown fear that something might’ve happened to her. That she might not have survived the final battle against Negan and would’ve died never knowing her son still lived. Head cocked to one side and hand signalled to his guards to let their unexpected visitor in. ❛ Is she alright? ❜
“She is.” A brief smile tugged into his lips as the heavy gates before him were pushed open by two strong man. Fit guards who could have made a difference in the early days of their war against the Saviors. But that was behind them now. With or without their help, the war was won. Finally the communities were at peace. Although peace can prove louder than expected, bringing some thoughts to the leaders mind’s he had so far managed to push away. The loss of his son —THEIR son— had brought back the memory of Dre, leaving Alexandria in fear. But it was only fair to Michonne to come clean, even after all this time.
Rick gave the guards a faint nod and stepped forward, keeping his head high and his hand resting comfortably on the handle of his gun. “I’m here to see if you changed your mind.” The past war, their communities… they didn’t matter at the moment. “And if you haven’t… well, then I’m here to give it a try.”
“How’s Maggie?” The leader had no time to dwell in sorrow. Not until Negan was wiped off the map. He couldn’t allow himself to mourn so instead, he chose to focus on what was left of his family. “That kid, Siddiq—” As he mentioned the new addition to the group, Rick felt his eyes beginning to burn, tears once again threatening to come out. So he looked down, bringing his hand up to briefly rub his sore eyes before he continued. “I think he’s a doctor. He should check on her, make sure the baby’s alright.”
@intuitivc / closed starter
His mind was going a hundred miles an hour, replaying bits and pieces of what had happened the previous day. He was tired and his body sore, but even then he couldn’t bring himself to rest. After rolling around in bed for over an hour (and once Michonne finally fell asleep), Rick got up and went outside. He was met by the chill night air, which seemed to somehow ease his busy mind. Allowing himself to take a deep breath, he glances around, only to find a familiar figure standing by the fire, a rifle hanging from his shoulder. “Keepin’ watch?” Rick walked over to his friend, eyes now checking the makeshift cell Maggie had built for her prisoners. “I’m surprised they’re still alive.”
@loudmouthedfloridian / closed starter
❝ They’re all D E A D , and somewhere along the way Officer Friendly died right along with them ——— ❞
The wooden floor creaked under the woman’s feet as Michonne joined the leader on the porch. It was already dark outside, but the Hilltop was still busy, with its residents coming and going, getting ready for whatever fate had in store for them.
“She keeps askin’ about him.” he blurted out, annoyance evident in his voice. Every chance Judith got, she would ask about her older brother. That night was not the exception. And although completely understandable, the little girl’s questions only managed to make the loss feel more and more unbearable.
@chaosandreorder / closed starter
“He wanted me to stop.” Eyes fell closed for a moment as he recalled the words scribbled on the letter addressed to the leader of the Saviors. He imagined his would say something similar, but he still couldn’t bring himself to read it. Why make it real? No. Not yet. There would be time to mourn later. Because if he was to stop, then Negan would have to die first. “So I’m gonna end this, Maggie. But I need your help.”
@gritblood / closed starter
“The whole town is nothin’ but ashes.” Already within the safe walls of the Hilltop, Rick’s eyes remained fixed on the dark smoke that swirled up over the horizon. Their home was gone, burned to the ground. And yet the only casualty to lament was the life of his teenage son. A mixture of pride and grief overwhelmed the leader’s chest. But no tears came from him, only rage and a mad desire for revenge against the Saviors. Against Negan. Allowing himself to mourn Carl would only make it real. “I’ll make ‘em pay.”
@drtywork / closed starter
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