Even when they’re divided in the aftermath of the Lucille lineup horror, these two are still slayin’ the healthy relationship game. Though they’re struggling to unite their differing positions regarding The Negan Problem, as Rick sets off on a run, Michonne gives him the perfect incentive to come back in one piece.
There’s a maturity in this gesture; they put aside their differences to say goodbye properly – just in case. She doesn’t brush him off with a little peck on the cheek and a wave. She sympathizes with his position as much as she disagrees with it. She offers him the comfort of her affection and reassures him that they’re still them; she’s still with him. They’re okay. It’s their most tender kiss yet. His sweet little “Thank you” also suggests that it’s a closeness that has become uncommon in the aftermath of their trauma. It’s hope, then. Hope that they can rebuild. Exactly what rebellions are built on. Whether it’s his way or her way, they will be able to move forward.
Danai: She’s caught between her love for her partner, the love of her life, and who she is. She just knows in her gut and instinct and intellect that there’s always a way to fight — looking at all that we don’t have isn’t the way.
so in a guilty crying fit i came out to my parents as trans and as depressed. they’ve told me that god made me female, that being transgender will only make me unhappy, and that if i’m going to be a freak i can’t do it until years down the line when i’m gone from here (not good), but they’re going to help me start seeing a therapist for my depression and getting on medication (good and helpful). i regret not telling them both these things much earlier, and i feel like a failure for putting them through so much emotional strain (lying about these things for a long time and then dropping them on them suddenly) and financial strain (failing out of expensive uni in the past because of depression). but hopefully now that these parts of my life are out in the open i can stop being a non-functioning person and start slowly picking up the pieces of everything i’ve fucked up instead