By Alexa Day
On Sunday, I enjoyed a long overdue reunion with some old friends. I’ve stuck with these folks through some hard times and some harder times. We’ve shared laughter and tears, and I miss them terribly when they’re not around.
That’s right. The Walking Dead is back.
Here’s your warning up front. If you haven’t seen the season six premiere, you will want to find something else to do. This post is basically wall-to-wall spoilers.
Still here? Awesome.
I don’t know if it’s absence making the heart grow fonder or what, but something about Sunday’s episode has me thinking about all the fabulous potential for shipping.
Let’s start with Richonne. Really, that’s the beginning and the end for me, right? I still think Rick and Michonne are perfectly suited for each other, for the same reasons I set out a long while ago. I don’t get what Rick sees in Jessie, a resident of the walled community in Alexandria. Jessie’s basically been preserved from the chaos that defines the reality Rick and his family have gotten used to. Personally, I think that makes Jessie a less effective long-term partnership candidate. She’s not going to know how to deal with him, and the two of them are not going to be able to parent each other’s kids. But it looks like Jessie realizes that. After shooting her husband Porchdick Pete in the face (I know, awkward, right?) and then taking his body to a desolate area where he did not intend to bury it, Rick suggested that he and Jessie should slow things down a little. I bristled at first — slowing things down indicates to me that things were moving at one point, and that isn’t what I want at all. But it looks like Jessie is starting to see that Rick isn’t going to fit in with her sheltered existence. Good thing Michonne is around.
Before last week, I’d have stopped with Richonne, my ultimate TWD ship. But the new season has me thinking about a lot of new and different things.
Before now, for example, I was all set to see Carol paired off with unwashed-but-still-hot redneck Daryl Dixon. They’re actually very well suited for each other. They’ve seen some unspeakable things and been involved with Bad People — and that was before the zombie apocalypse. Separation from their families and their respective grieving processes have quietly drawn them together. They’re emerging from identities created by loved ones who didn’t really have their best interests at heart, and as they come out into the light together, each of them really sees the other. This is my favorite thing about romance: the way each character looks at the other and says, “I see you. I see you.” That kind of nakedness and vulnerability is going to change the game for Carol and Daryl, and I was so ready for that to happen …
Until Morgan saw Carol.
Morgan has reappeared in the story after a bit of an absence. He was one of the first people Rick encountered after awakening in the post-apocalypse world, and when they came together again, neither of them was in an optimal state of mental wellness. Now that they’re back together, Morgan’s brought a strange but refreshing world-weary optimism to Alexandria. Morgan understands the human condition all the better for being brought low by loss and isolation. In kind of a weird nod to Rick’s last encounter with him, Morgan is clear. He might be the clearest person in Alexandria just now.
Carol, for her part, has been so far undercover as one of the happy homemakers of Alexandria that it looks like she believes the charade herself. In her cardigans and florals, bearing casseroles with a broad, friendly grin, Carol hasn’t given anyone any indication that she’s the sort of woman who would blow up half a town to liberate her friends from cannibals. As far as Alexandria is concerned, Carol is a whiz with cookies and party planning, without a trace of BAMF about her. The only people who know differently are the late, unlamented Porchdick Pete, who needed to have the truth laid out for him in no uncertain terms, and Morgan, who saw right through her facade in a matter of seconds.
One look at Carol, and Morgan sees who she really is.
He sees her. He sees her.
I still think Daryl is better for Carol. But this is interesting. Isn’t it?
And what is happening with Abraham and Sasha?
Not so long ago, Sasha had lost her brother Tyreese and her lover Bob, and she responded, understandably, by pushing people away and taking unnecessary risks. She’s not done grieving by a long shot, so I can see what made her volunteer for the most visible part of Rick’s dangerous plot to protect their newfound home.
But what’s gotten into Abraham?
He’s definitely all about Rosita (I’m ashamed to say I don’t always recognize her without her booty shorts on), but he seems to be opening up to Sasha, too. He’s checking in on her. He’s curious about her feelings. He made her smile. He even told her a war story of sorts.
I raised my eyebrow when I saw all this. What’s this about?
Maybe Abraham recognizes the dark place to which Sasha’s retreated because he was there once himself. Eugene and his fabricated mission saved Abraham then. Is Abraham trying to keep Sasha from falling deeper into the abyss?
Or have I gone ship-crazy? I will admit that the summer has been tough. Scandal‘s been driving me crazy. I might just want to see someone happy.
What does it all mean? Work it out in the comments.
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