[throws a chair] i just want that character to be happy
And do I deserve to be? Is that the question?
2.05 & 2.09 / 3.10
- “There’s a back story of why Daryl is looking for Sophia so hard. He was an abused kid and he was left alone and he’s sort of overcoming his own demons by looking for this little girl. He thinks that if he can find her he can put some of those demons to bed. I’m covered in scars underneath my shirt. That was the whole thing with Carol bringing me the soup in bed after I come back from falling down the ravine and so forth. She says, ‘You’re every bit as good as them.’ So, I know that backstory ahead of time.” (NR)
Season Four of The Walking Dead ended with Rick and the group outgunned, outnumbered, and trapped in a train car awaiting a grim fate.
Season Five picks up shortly thereafter. What follows is a story that weaves the true motives of the people of Terminus with the hopeful prospect of a cure in Washington, D.C., the fate of the group’s lost comrades, as well as new locales, new conflicts, and new obstacles in keeping the group together and staying alive.
Stories will break apart and intersect. The characters will find love and hate. Peace and conflict. Contentment and terror. And, in the quest to find a permanent, safe place to call home, one question will haunt them…
After all they’ve seen, all they’ve done, all they’ve sacrificed, lost, and held on to no matter what the cost…
Who do they become?
Released by comicbook.com, 9/17/14
a guide to getting attached to minor characters!:
*thinks about fave character* *SMILES REALLY HUGE AND COVERS FACE*
That’s right. You heard me, bitch. You got a problem? Bring it on if you’re man enough, or take it up the chain if you’re a pussy. You heard me, you pussy-ass noncom bitch. You ain’t deaf. Take it up the damn chain of command or you can kiss my lily-white ass. That’s right. That’s what I said. You heard me. And then this idiot, he takes a swing, You know, and well… Oh, you should’ve seen the look on his face when I punched out his front teeth. Yeah, five of ‘em. Pow! Pow! Just like that. Huh. Oh my God. 16 months in the stockade..Oh, that’s what them teeth cost me. Ah, that was…that was hard time, but by God, it was worth every minute of it. Just to see that prick spit his teeth out on the ground. Yes sir, worth every minute.requested by nerdknitting