It’s been awhile, Deadheads! What I do for a living took over my undead life for a bit. But I’d be remiss not to say something about last night’s episode.
Much like Rick seemed to be on top of the RV retrieving Negan’s hatchet, I feel pretty numb about what transpired. Maybe it’ll hit me later. Maybe after 5 months I was ready for closure. Whatever the reason, I didn’t have much of an emotional response to the action.
I was struck, though, by the symbolism of the final moments of the show. We see Rick driving away in the RV, watching a walker amble up to the sight where two members of our TWD family’s blood remained splattered on the ground.
Negan’s voice haunts us and Rick at the same time, talking about the impossibility of peaceful weekly suppers with loved ones. We briefly see a future that will never be now–everyone gathered happily around a dinner table in the quiet surroundings of Alexandria.
It was a beautiful moment, but it shifted quickly to the sight of the emaciated walker who is condemned to stumble through life with only half his clothing, bending down to the ground to dine on the grizzly remains of one half of the loved ones that we lost.
It was a bleak, yet profound way to bring an end to the “shitty day,” a quiet contrast to the explosive action that the episode started with. It’s what made it the only part of “The Day Will Come When You Won’t” that I really enjoyed.