nsfw yeah,, this is like,,, my first time writing rickyl n also writing rick in general so like dont kill me,, i also have barely written ship content b4,,, honeslty if u read this please!! tell me what i can do better 4 their characters please!!! i want critiques on that specifically!!! cause this making me wanna write ship shit now GRRRRAHHHH curse u @deadmanrisenn !!! this is lobg but i think i fumbled the end reuqests are open still4 x readers n now ig for any ship hoenslty this was fun!!
The cloth draped over his eyes was all Daryl could see. He knew Rick was sitting right behind him. The other man's hands had only just left his body after tying the blindfold after all.
Rick's mind was racing a bit. Daryl had trusted him enough to allow himself to be blindfolded, he didn't want to ruin that trust with a single mistake. Having Daryl sitting down right in front of him, blindfolded and patiently waiting for him to start it.
It sent all his blood straight down.
Daryl stayed sitting, the back of him still facing Rick. Deciding to just turn around himself as he had felt like Rick was taking too long to do so.
This was a familiar position for the both of them. Rick just couldn't help but stare, not only was this a sign of trust but he thought Daryl looked hot blindfolded just for him. "gonna do something?" Daryl huffed at the other man's silence.
"Yeah, just admiring you." Rick's calloused hand touched Daryl's cheek, slightly moving his head up. His thumb rested on Daryl's lower lip.
Daryl couldn't deny how good it felt to have Rick's hands on him again. It felt like forever since they had any time to themselves. Exhaling through his nose, Daryl just wanted Rick to hurry up.
"Don't get grumpy, pup." That stupid pet name was not helping at all. Daryl opens his mouth, ready to give a snarky comment back, Rick just takes this as an invitation letting his thumb make its way inside the other man's mouth.
The rough thumb pad on his tongue gets Daryl to stop talking before he even starts. On instinct his mouth slowly closes over it, small sucks get his saliva dribbling over it.
"Yeah? Getting excited?" Daryl has to imagine the look on Rick's face as the man spoke. He could imagine the grin that was slapped against his face but he wanted to see it.
He wanted to see the soft eyes that had a shine of desire in them, the sight so close yet so far. A single piece of cloth standing in his way. "Alright, I won't keep teasing you." Rick chuckled.
Taking his thumb out of Daryl's mouth with a small pop. Daryl stayed seated, relying on his hearing just to figure out what Rick was doing. The sound of the other man undoing his belt was enough to tell him where this was going.
Daryl just couldn't help himself, knowing what was coming was just too much. His hands made their way to his own pants, he struggled for a bit trying to undo his belt before deciding it wasn't worth it.
Rick watched as Daryl tried to hide himself rubbing his cock, Rick had been able to free his own cock. Watching Daryl so desperate for him, for this, he couldn't help how good it made him feel.
His cock twitched at the sight. Daryl was just sitting there on his knees, blindfolded, still draped around his eyes, mouth open ready for him, his hand trying to get himself off at the same time. It was all too much.
Rick decided to tease Daryl just a bit, his boot nudging away the man's hand from himself. "Not yet."
Daryl didn't argue with the other man's words as much as he wanted to do so. "Fine." Daryl felt Rick's hand locking onto the back of his head, he let Rick move his head forward.
Feeling the warmth coming off his body let Daryl know how close he was, he knew that soon enough he wouldn't even have the ability to argue back.
Rick just stared down at him, Daryl looked far too good with his head practically nuzzled against his cock. He guided Daryl towards his dick, his own hand holding it right up to Daryl's lips.
Rick was desperate, his own cock already leaking precum just from the sight of Daryl. Daryl could taste the small amount of precum leaking out of Rick's tip as it entered his mouth. His own cock twitching inside his jeans as he tried to act natural.
Rick noticed, letting his boot rub against it. "You can do it now." Daryl listened, letting his hand travel back into place, rubbing against himself.
He had missed the taste of the other man's cock, the twitching in his mouth, how full it made him. having no sight let him focus solely on it, beginning to bob his head up and down. Daryl already knew how to do it, how to get rid of it in ways he desired.
Moving back from his dick, Daryl let his tongue swirl around the tip. "Fuck-" Rick couldn't help the groans that left him, Daryl loved the sweet sounds that were leaving the other man. Now that Daryl didn't have to focus on what he was seeing he had to guess what would get the best reaction.
"yeah, just like-hah, that." Rick was too excited, how could he not be. He had Daryl on his knees sucking him off like it was his job. The way Daryl's head bobbed up and down, it looked like he was nodding along to Rick's words. His own hand kneaded himself along to his pace.
With his vision covered, Daryl could never tell how far down he was, he could've sworn Rick was smaller than this. it seemed like his length just kept on growing. sputtering a bit as he finally reached the end, his nose now buried in Ricks pubes.
He couldn't stop gagging the following, pulling back away from Rick. drool still connected from Daryl's mouth to the tip.
The view of drool trickling down Daryl's chin, the saliva coating his fluttering cock, the other man's hand still rubbing against himself. He couldn't hold back anymore.
Before Daryl could continue, streams of cum splattered on his face, some of it landed inside his mouth, others coating his cheeks, even the blindfold wasn't left clean. Daryl let out a small gasp at the salty taste in his mouth.
"I couldn't help myself, sorry."
"Couldn't even finish me off first?" Daryl moved his hands up, trying to wipe the cum off his face. Rick grabs his wrist, stopping him at the last second.
"Leave it on, just a bit longer and I'll help you out." Daryl nods and Rick lets go of his hands. Daryl just expects Rick to undo his belt and let him finish himself off, the other man instead lifts him up onto the bed.
"Didn't have to do that." Daryl grumbled, he could still feel the cum that coated his fact. Rick just hummed, ignoring the man's words. Daryl could feel Rick's hands fumbling with his belt and pants.
Finally, with his dick free, Rick's calloused hands wrapped around it. slowly pumping Daryl to his own release. Daryls body writhed at the touch, he knew it was coming from Rick but without any sigh it made it feel different.
It didn't take long for Daryl to burst, ropes of cum sputtering out and landing on Rick's hand. Finally he got the relief he needed, Rick's hand came up to the blindfold slowly lifting it off of one of his eyes.
A glazed over look coated Daryls eyes. "All done, pup?" Rick asked.
Julian didn’t know what to think of the new group that had just come onto the farm. He didn’t trust the one guy, that was for sure. He’d gone into the city with Otis and had come back without him. Otis was a good person, but it didn’t sound right. He probably would’ve done anything to save a little kid but the guy seemed sketchy. He felt sort of relieved when it seemed like not everyone bought his bullshit either.
He was jumpy as he waited for Maggie to get back from her run to the store. Since Otis, the thought of people leaving the farm felt like they were marching off to their deaths. A smile was on his face as he finally spotted Maggie riding up on her horse with Glenn. That guy didn’t seem too bad, at least. Unable to contain himself, he leapt off the porch and had the reins of Glenn’s horse in his hands before the other man could say anything. “Let me help you put the horses back,” he said brightly.
Maggie and Glenn exchanged a look before Maggie replied. “Sure thing. Thanks for all your help out there, Glenn.”
Julian looked over his shoulder as the other man hurried off to join the rest of his group by the tents as the dark haired woman from before and her redneck companion came out from the trees. “What do you think,” he questioned Maggie before he clicked his tongue and began to lead to horse to the stable.
“Nothin to think. They find that little girl, odds are my daddy’s gonna make them leave,” Maggie shrugged her shoulders from atop the horse.
Julian nodded his head slowly, “You see anything out there?”
“We didn’t see her out there if that’s what you’re askin me, Jude.” Maggie shook her head before she let out a long sigh.
Julian’s shoulders slumped. He couldn’t help but stare out at the barn in the distance as he opened the door to the horse’s pen. A shiver ran down his back before he averted his eyes. “Better than the alternative, I guess.”
~
Dove rested somewhat easily that night, she felt some comfort in the fact that the next day would mean the search was in full swing. She still hated doing the laundry, though. She would rather be out there in the woods looking for Sophia, but Carol had roped her into her chore. “C’mon. No one wants to help me with this. Andrea’s off tryin’ to play Annie Oakley somewhere and Lori’s still sleepin.”
“I wish I was still sleepin,” Dove grumbled as she picked up a basket of clothes. She squinted her hazel eyes at the closest well. “Jesus, what happened over there?”
Carol shook her head. “You missed it. They sent Glenn down into the well. Apparently there was a walker down there.” Dove opened her mouth to reply but Carol cut her off. “I know you woulda raised all types of hell if you were here, but Glenn’s fine. You’ve seen him.”
Dove huffed and blew a stray hair out of her eyes. “I’m gonna give that little bastard a piece of my mind for not tellin me about that. When I’m done with him, he’ll wanna go back down that well.” She let out a chuckle.
It felt like hours, but it wasn’t too long until she was sitting on top of a picnic table, basket of wet clothes next to her. She handed Carol a wet shirt to hang up as Lori stepped out of her tent. “Mornin, princess,” Dove called over cheerfully, “Nice of you to join us.”
Lori managed a weak smile as she walked over and greeted the two sisters. “Can’t believe I slept in.”
“You probably needed it,” Carol smiled at her.
“Yeah, I think we all need to take turns sleeping in. It feels amazing,” Dove yawned as she ran a hand through her ponytail.
“You feelin ok,” Carol scrutinized Lori carefully as the other woman nodded. “I have an idea I wanted to run by you two. That big kitchen of theirs got me thinking, I wouldn’t mind cooking in a real kitchen again.” Dove smiled as she thought about Carol’s cooking. She definitely wasn’t a five-star chef by any means, but Carol was a good cook. There was no doubt about that. “Maybe we all pitch in and make dinner for Hershel and his family tonight. Kind of looking for things to keep my mind occupied.”
Dove leaned back on her hands with a heavy sigh as she looked up at the sky. She really wanted to be out there. She wanted to help look for Sophia, but she knew Carol would fight her on it. Maybe the right place for her to be was here on the farm; she needed to be with her sister.
“Seems like the least we could do,” Lori agreed.
Dove nodded her head, “Yeah sure. I’ll try to help. I’m not real good in the kitchen, but I’ll try my best.” She flashed her sister a quick smile.
“You mind extending the invitation,” Carol smiled at Lori. Would feel more right comin from you,” Carol reasoned.
Dove eyed Lori. “You’re like our unofficial First Lady,” Carol joked.
Lori and Dove both rolled their eyes but Dove let out a snort of laughter. “President Rick Grimes? I don’t remember votin, but that sounds about right,” she raised an eyebrow at Lori and raised a hand quick enough to block a clothespin from hitting her face.
Meanwhile, Julian had made his way over to the group by the car. He felt like he should be trying to help them look for that little girl. Every person out there could make a difference in finding her or not. He would want people out there looking for his sister like this if he had any idea where she was.
“She might have gone further east than we’ve been so far,” Rick stated as he laid the map out in front of them.
“I’d like to help,” Jimmy spoke up first and Julian narrowed his eyes at the younger man. Hershel would kick his ass for trying. Jimmy was just a kid, but Julian was grown enough to make his own decisions. “I know the area pretty well and stuff.
“I think I know the area better than you, Jim,” Julian spoke quietly as he approached the group.
“Hershel’s okay with this?” Good question. Julian would like to believe Jimmy, but he couldn’t help but think the kid was full of shit trying to look cool in front of his girlfriend.
“Nothing about what Daryl found screams Sophia to me,” Shane spoke from the car.
Shane gave Julian the creeps. “They found Elizabeth Smart nine months after she went missing on pure chance of someone noticing the people who took her,” he remembered seeing something about it when he was younger and it just stuck with him. Shane might be a cop, but it seemed like he wasn’t too invested in the search.
“Whoever slept in that cupboard was no bigger than yay-high,” Daryl held his hand out to about elbow height. Definitely seemed like a little kid and unless Georgia was suddenly overflowing with feral children, Shane was full of shit.
“Maybe we’ll pick up her trail again,” Rick sounded hopeful.
“No maybe about it. I’m gonna borrow a horse,” Daryl pointed at the map. Hershel won’t be happy about that, Julian thought but didn’t speak. He didn’t want to get on the bad side of this guy.
“Good idea,” T-Dog spoke up, “Maybe you’ll see your Chupacabra up their too.” A short laugh echoed from behind Julian and he turned to see Dove, still perched on the picnic table, shake her head.
“Chupacabra,” Rick inquired.
“You never heard this,” Dale sighed. “Our first night in camp, Daryl tells us that the whole thing reminds him of a time he went squirrel hunting and he saw a Chupacabra.” Julian shuddered at the thought of the goat sucking monster; Jimmy laughed. Julian gave him a quick slap to the back of the head as Daryl spoke again.
“What are you braying at, Jackass?”
“You believe in a blood-sucking dog,” Jimmy questioned.
“You believe the dead walk,” Daryl sneered.
“He’s got you there, Jimbo,” Julian shrugged his shoulders as he rested his hand on the hood of the truck. Jimmy reached for a gun, man that kid was really trying it today.
“Why don’t you come train tomorrow,” Shane offered. “If you’re serious, I’m a certified instructor.”
Andrea spoke up, “For now, he can come with us.”
“If it’s alright, I’d like to go with Jimmy.” Julian turned his attention to Rick. He didn’t feel like going in a car with Shane. The last man to go with him somewhere didn’t exactly seem to fare too well. Even if it meant going with the woman that he didn’t really know and someone who’d made fun of someone for believing in a Chupacabra.
Rick nodded his head and held out his hand to the younger man, “Alright. Thanks for helping us, kid.”
“Julian, sir.”
“Rick is just fine,” the sheriff smiled a little.
“Right, sorry. Not used to bein too friendly to the police. But, no problem, Rick. It feels right to help. Just hope we find her,” Julian nodded his head. The others didn’t notice him tense up as he turned his attention away from the barn and focused on the search plan.
~
Dove let out a heavy sigh as she turned her attention from the parting group to the house. She couldn’t keep Carol waiting much longer or she might send out another search party for her. As she ascended the steps, Glenn caught her attention. He seemed out of it. “Yoo-hoo. Earth to Glenn,” Dove waved a hand at him.
The man jumped slightly as he turned his head to look at his friend. The smile on his face fell slightly as he realized who was standing in front of him. “Hey, Dove. You not heading out today?”
“Nah, decided I might as well tend to my womanly duties,” she flicked her hair behind her shoulder in an exaggerated manner. “You alright, bud? You see kind of out of it since you got back yesterday.” Dove frowned as she leaned against the post.
“I’m fine. Just…a lot going on in my head, you know,” Glenn smiled sadly as he rested his hand on the guitar in his lap.
A sly look was in Dove’s eye as she spoke. “Well channel all of that emotion into a song and I’m sure you can woo yourself a farmer’s daughter in no time,” she wiggled her eyebrows at him.
The blush that shot up into Glenn’s cheek answered any questions she might have had. “What are you talking about?”
“Nothin! Just that I think a blind man all the way in Korea can see what I’m talking about! But that’s none of my business,” she shrugged her shoulders and took a step closer to him. “But if you do happen to want to talk about it, just let me know! I’m your friend and I’ll always be here to listen. Plus, no better person to go to for girly advice than a girl.” She chuckled as she ruffled Glenn’s hair.
Glenn smiled at the woman as she took a step back towards the door, “Thanks…”
Dove thought that Hershel’s house was nice and she made sure to tell them so. “Well thank you,” Patricia nodded her head politely.
Dove bit her lip as she looked around the hallway. “I just want to thank you,” she turned her attention back to the older blonde. Her expression seemed to be unreadable. Something about these people was off to her. They all seemed nice, but something wasn’t right about any of them. “For letting us stay here while we look for our niece. It’s not something you have to do especially now, you don’t know any of us from those walkers in the streets.”
Patricia held up a hand to stop her, “It’s not a problem. I just want to make sure that Rick and Hershel have made it very clear to you…”
“Once we find Sophia, once Carl is good to roll, we’re gone,” Dove nodded her head. “But still. Thank you,” she smiled as she turned on her heel to walk into the kitchen. “Just hope you don’t mind your mashed potatoes with a little crisp,” she called as she entered the room, “I suck at cooking!”
Carol shook her head at her younger sister as Lori laughed. “You can measure the ingredients,” Carol patted her arm.
“Listen, we all have skills. I was not made to be a house wife,” Dove raised her hands in surrender. “You, however, were a better housewife than any man ever deserved.” She winked at her sister.
Slightly uncomfortable, Lori changed the subject quickly. “You know you weren’t made to be a housewife?” She looked over her shoulder at the younger brunette as she began to peel a potato.
“Sure do. I was a few months away from trying it out, but let’s just say I had to cancel the subscription before the free trial ended,” Dove popped a piece of carrot into her mouth.
Carol clicked her tongue disapprovingly, “Still think you were better off. He seemed unstable.”
“Who? Owen,” Dove questioned her sister with a raised eyebrow. Carol just turned her attention to her. Dove rolled her eyes as she picked up a bigger carrot and started to peel it. “I mean he was a little…quirky.”
Lori let out a small groan at this, “Honey, we all know what quirky means. Quirky is code for ‘you’re unstable but I love you’.” The older brunette elbowed Dove lightly.
Carol let out a quiet snort of laughter at this, “You got that right. The one time when we went up to visit, we stayed in DC so-”
Dove cut her off with a panicked laugh, “Alright listen, I get it! Owen was unstable and I have terrible taste in men, but it’s over now so…we don’t have to rehash that story! Alright.”
It was quiet in the kitchen for a moment before Lori whispered, “You’ll tell me later?”
“Oh, you bet,” Carol whispered back as Lori picked up a bucket to go collect more water.
“The hell you will,” Dove shouted as she picked up a carrot shaving and whipped it at her sister. “Be serious and cut up your god damn carrots,” Dove laughed and shook her head. Still, her thoughts went back to her life before everything went to shit. Actually, this was more like her life going to shit take two. Carol was right, she was way better off.
~
“Bout time you strolled on up here, Dixon.” Daryl’s attention snapped to the side, back to the direction of the farm.
“Hell do you want,” he snapped at the figure in front of him even though he knew she wasn’t real.
“Should really be getting home,” the figure spoke as she twirled a small pendant between her fingers. She wasn’t really there, but her hazel eyes stared right into his soul just like if she were there, “getting dark out.”
“Shut up,” Daryl snapped as he started stomping back towards the farm. The figure was a few steps ahead of him as he shuffled forward. “Don’t give a shit anyway.”
“Like you said. Merle wasn’t there for you, so why should you listen to him,” the voice was further ahead now and he glanced around before he spotted it a few yards ahead between the trees. “So man the fuck up and use you head for once, asshole.” When Daryl blinked, she was gone.
~
Dove had decided to take a break from the kitchen, but she didn’t seem to be able to find anyone that she wanted to see. Glenn seemed even more miserable than before, the other men were back without much news, and Daryl still wasn’t back yet. The last part made her feel uneasy. It was getting dark out. A creek on the porch made her turn her attention. “Julian, right? You find anything before,” she stepped towards him.
The young man lowered his binoculars before he shook his head, “Not a thing. Sorry. Maybe your friend found something?”
“Who?”
“The redneck guy. Daryl?”
Dove scoffed, “I don’t think that you can really say that me and Daryl are friends but…”
Andrea’s panicked shouts about a walker cut through the relative silence. Dove felt her pulse quicken and Julian shook his head, “we don’t get many walkers out this far.” He stepped quickly off the porch to help out and shoved the binoculars into Dove’s hand as he went.
Something in her gut told her to look through and when she did, the binoculars fell from her hand as she took off at a run. “Wait,” she shouted as she ran faster than she thought she had in years. She didn’t even realize how quick she was running until she was about halfway across the field.
“Is that Daryl,” Glenn said.
“Holy hell, man. You look like shit,” Julian shouted.
“That’s the third time you’ve pointed that thing at my head,” Dove heard Daryl reply and she slowed down to a walk as a relieved laugh left her lips. “You gonna pull the trigger or what?”
It was silent for a few moments as Dove continued to approach the group. Glenn turned and noticed her but as Dove opened her mouth to call out, a gunshot rang out. What left her throat instead was a panicked scream as adrenaline took over and she took off again. She didn’t even realize what she’d done until her knees hit the ground. Rick was screaming back at Andrea and there was blood on her hands. “Jesus Christ, what the fuck,” Dove turned her head back in the direction of camp before she turned her head back to the sight in front of her. “Dumb fucking bitch, cmon don’t be dead please.” Dove muttered as Rick dropped to the ground next to her. “She shot him in the fucking head,” Dove’s voice shook as she reached a shaking hand out and turned Daryl’s head slightly.
“Good thing she’s a bad shot,” Rick mumbled as Daryl let out a pained groan. His eyes fluttered open for a moment and Dove felt relieved as she realized that he might look out of it, but he wasn’t one of them. He wasn’t dead yet. A hand on her shoulder pulled her to her feet as Glenn wrapped an arm around her shoulder.
Glenn gave her shoulder a squeeze as they watched Rick and Shane haul Daryl to his feet. “I was kidding,” he growled before he passed out.
Anger flared through Dove as Andrea approached them asking if he was dead.
“He’s wearing ears,” Dove heard Glenn’s panicked voice over the pounding of her blood in her ears. Her gaze fell to T-Dog as she fought to control her anger. How could you be so stupid Rick told you not to do it, she raged internally. Even the sight of Sophia’s doll couldn’t calm her down. All she could think of was how, if Andrea had killed Daryl, they would never know where Sophia might be.
She reached a boiling point as they crossed over into camp. All of the bullshit thoughts and prayers about Sophia. All of the wanting to save people and act like she was big and tough. On top of losing Sophia, it was too much. “I’m so sorry,” she heard Andrea say again as Glenn finally released her arm.
“You’re sorry,” Dove rounded on the blonde woman. The few people who hadn’t rushed into the house froze, Carol put a hand over her mouth and shook her head. “You’re sorry that Sophia’s missing. You’re sorry that you wanted to blow yourself up. You’re sorry that you fucking almost killed the one person who might have the best shot at finding Sophia,” Dove’s voice was eerily calm as she stepped closer to the blonde.
“I thought he was a walker! I was just trying-,” but Andrea didn’t get to say what she was trying to do. There was a shout and all of a sudden, both women were on the ground. Dove only managed to land two punches to the woman before she was wrenched away from her.
“Bitch,” Dove shouted as she was pulled back towards the house. She watched with narrowed eyes as Dale helped Andrea back to the RV.
“Holy shit,” Julian mumbled as he held the squirming woman tighter as he tried to pull her towards the porch. It was quite a task, but once it was accomplished, he sat her in a chair and hurried off into the house.
Dove’s attention finally turned from the RV as she winced. A quick look down showed her that a cold washcloth was being placed on her knuckle by Carol. “You shouldn’t have done that,” Carol mumbled.
“Yeah well, she shouldn’t have shot someone,” Dove closed her eyes and shook her head.
There were quiet footsteps as she heard Carol walk back into the house. She sat like that for a while before the door creaked open. She opened her hazel eyes and her shoulders slumped as Rick walked out. The sheriff knelt next to the chair and she felt her shoulders tense as she waited for him to reprimand her.
“I’m not here to yell at you,” Rick sighed as he ran a hand down his face, “I very well should be for the stunt you pulled. I don’t wanna have to hear about you tryin to fight like that in front of my son like that. I’m sure you understand,” Rick glanced over at her.
Dove nodded her head before she turned her gaze over to Rick. “Sorry…I just got,” she took a deep breath, “I got real angry like I haven’t in a real long time.”
Rick frowned and nodded his head, “I understand the last few days have been real hard on you and Carol, so you don’t need me to be hard on you too.” Dove sat up a little straighter and faced Rick fully. “But I just wanted you to know that Daryl’s just fine. He’s resting, we didn’t tell him that you punched Andrea.” She raised an eyebrow. “I think that’s a discussion that you should be able to have by yourself. But he did tell us where he found Sophia’s doll. Pointed it out on a map and everything so we have an even better grid to look for her,” Rick smiled and Dove felt the corner of her mouth quirk up into a smile.
“Thank you, Rick,” Dove whispered.
“Not a problem,” Rick patted her arm.
Dove moved the washcloth from her hand and flexed her knuckles, “Guess it’s best if I don’t sit next to Andrea at dinner, huh,” she joked and Rick chuckled quietly.
“I would advise you not to do that. Just in case,” he rose to his feet and placed a hand on her shoulder. “I want you to know that I’m gonna do my best to find her. I promise.”
One of my favorite storylines is seeing the groups split and on the run. I love exploring the world. Rick and Carl though, break my heart. One night ago, they literally took out a pack of walkers just the two of them and now they can barely clear 3 walkers out of a bar.
Carl and Rick absolutely cannot process their emotions and I hate them for it. Honestly tho, Beth got off the bus to find Judith. Where were Rick and Carl? She was clearly a secondary priority to them. A tank starts coming through my prison walls - the first thing I am doing is looking for my BABY (not my teenager who just took out a pack of walkers and has a gun)
The way Rick looks through the peephole and tells Carl “it’s for you” when he sees Michonne had me crying but it also had me thinking that this scene shows early Richonne (like it or not)
Looked back in my blog and I watched the first half of this season live but clearly stopped after Judith “died” (there’s a similar stop point after Negan killed Glenn and Abraham)
Love the golf club episode with Daryl and Beth. What went down? Did the rich people hang themselves or were they executed? Who put the woman with the “Rich Bitch” sign on a mannequin in her bra? It looks like a class war. I imagine the rich people were “waiting” things out at their club, drinking and partying when some employees (who were looking for shelter at their workplace) got fed up. Or maybe people came to rob them, thinking money and pearls still had value.
I saw “The Grove” and knew I was about to feel every range of emotion. TWD hires some real good child actors and Lizzie is one of the best. I feel scared, disgusted, angry, and sad when I see that little girl. It’s hard to look at a kid and say “you need to die”.
I can’t believe the Claimers would allow child rape. That’s the most despicable thing imaginable and they were just like “yeah we’ll rape your kid in front of you” and that really made Rick rip Joe’s throat out. I see some people call Rick “chaotic evil” for that moment but I call that chaotic good. Rick’s gonna do what he has to do I am just so glad Carl has Mama Michonne.
