RIP Carl Grimes… even before it happens, in late February 2018 it seems, I am mourning the loss of The Walking Dead.
I know, I know, you hear it all the time from certain sections of the fanbase: “Bring back Beth or else!” and “If Darryl dies we riot and by riot we mean we will stop watching the show” and the age old standby, year after year, “start showing more zombies or I swear this is the last season of The Walking dead for me, I mean it.”
I am not one of those people. I have been a die hard love it all what a great story about human survival and zombies in the mix doesn’t hurt one bit sort of fan from the very beginning. From that dark Halloween night back in 2010, I was enthralled and have gone on the roller coaster ride of fighting to stay alive in a post-apocalyptic world along with Rick Grimes and his band of Survivors through every season, every horrifying death, every twist and turn. It is, was, the best damn scripted show on television since The X-Files, in my own humble opinion. And in case you don’t know it by now, I am a total geek. Completely, totally and unabashedly a sci-fi nerd and post-apocalyptic novels is the genre closest to my heart. I’ve never “read” The Walking Dead Comics because I like my books without pictures, but the tv show? It was made for me.
It has been one week since Glenn and Abraham made the ultimate sacrifice for the group. It was one of the most haunting episodes and I will never be able to unsee it.
The Season 7 opener for The Walking Dead started with a sense of dread that had followed me all day. I was snuggled on the couch as 9 pm approached but as the parental warning flashed on the screen I sat up and moved to the end of the sofa and as the episode began I got up and crept up to the television set and sat a foot away from the screen like I was five years old again, watching Saturday morning cartoons.
It was awful. No way did I expect Negan to kill two of Rick’s group. Abraham made total sense in the way Season 6 ended “Oh! Taking it like a champ!” but I wasn’t ready for it. No one could be ready for any of it. But when Darryl jumped up, and then Negan turned and whacked Glenn instead… see, I knew in my heart that it would be Glenn so it was almost a relief when it happened. A horrible, painful and terrifying release of tension that was with me, and most TWD fans I would expect, all summer.
God bless Maggie. When she said the group had to get back to Alexandria to get ready to fight I was all “You go girl!” and then I was all “Girl, sit down and get on your knees because there is no fighting this one.” It’s awful to see Rick so beaten down and broken, but thank God Negan stopped short of taking Carl’s arm.
You may have noticed by now that I haven’t really gotten into the details of how Glenn and Abraham died. I’m still not ready. I don’t think I can ever be ready to discuss it in too much detail. I have heard that social media was all a buzz about how The Walking Dead crossed some line in this past week’s episode and it was “unacceptable”. Well of course it was unacceptable! That’s the whole point of what we watched happen when Rick Grimes and his group crossed Negan. There are some very bad people in The Walking Dead universe and survival of the fittest will be the law of the land, which leads to some very unacceptable moments. Don’t turn away and be all indignant – watch it and learn.
Thankfully this past week has been full of the twists and turns of a totally different universe known as the Presidential Election 2016. So I’ve been paying attention to that in the same way Carol suggested and planned the thank you dinner for Hershel and his family to keep her mind off of Sophia lost in the woods. Between emails and servers, the FBI and Wikileaks, I can keep my mind off of the horrifying deaths of two of the coolest guys on The Walking Dead. Rest In Peace Glenn and Abraham.