After they lose the prison and the group is fractured in the fracas, the first episode we see centers entirely on Rick, Michonne and Carl. All three are broken by what’s passed; Michonne’s proving old habits die hard and walkers slay easy, Rick is one stomach flu away from death and Carl Poppa’s giving his “Be quiet, Tiffany” speech and yelling things like, “I don’t need you anymore!” A lot. Like, a lot a lot. Carl Poppa doth protest too much. Anyway, he’s really fucking mad about those vegetables. Thank god for pudding, eh? Conveniently, Carl’s chocolate treat eventually leads Mama Michonne to find her way home to her boys.
The moment she sees them through the window is a thing of beauty. It floors me still. Just takes my breath away. From the close-up of her hand as she releases the katana from her grip and that firm nod, to those simple three words: “It’s for you.” They’re not alone in this anymore. Everything’s going to be all right. And, just like that, hope is renewed.
Emphasizing its significance, this is another of the five moments that feature in Rick’s flashback sequence of Michonne.
Danai: She sees that walker who looks just like her and she’s walking with the dead again after losing the prison, but she decides to choose life over death and kill that whole field of walkers. That was a catharsis for her and a choice to continue connecting to the living and not the dead. […] It’s either I go with the dead for the rest of my life and just become one of them or I go and take a risk again with the living. There was a lot of reward. There’s tons of pain, there’s tons of loss but it’s been a lot of reward. She found the perfect family in this realm. She found the love of her life. […] She’s gotten rewarded for choosing life. Because that’s the biggest reward she could get. She’s very close to Carl and to see he’s alive and well, and Rick is alive and well. It’s the biggest reward she could get. […] I just love that moment when they find each other. It’s a great ending. She needed that.
Andy: The “It’s for you” moment… To be able to laugh and see this person that is our future. We’re safe, you know? It’s always lovely to mine those moments.
They do not spring forth whole into the world. They form slowly, rolled between the hands of time until their edges smooth, until the saying of the story gives enough weight to the words—to the memories—to keep them rolling on their own.”
(m)-mature / 6.5k words / roomate!jungkook / happy reading !
jungkook accidental roommate smut? u accidentally buy the same apartment (it happens in dramas often) (+)
Can I request switch!jungkook smut? Like he starts out submissive and then bOOM! He’s dominant af
Summer in New York had never been more depressing. Or hot. Every step outside seems to melt the flesh from your bones, every memory you had of him peeled another layer off your heart. It had been three months of pure hell and although the heat made the thought of being close to anyone impossibly unbearable, you’d give anything to hold him in your arms again. But he had cheated on you, left you, and the best thing to do was move on. Or at least try.
The weather forecast predicted a humid rain, clouds shrouding the ominous sky and a layer of mystery covering the roof of your new home. Or the new home you’d be sharing with four other people. This is supposed to be the city of new beginnings and independent lives. Where one can explore themselves through the city. But sadly, as a transferred college student, the only thing you could afford was a share house in the middle of Brooklyn.
Sucking in a deep breath, you grunt while lugging your large suitcase and duffel up the short set of stairs, banging on the door somewhat gracefully with your elbow. Almost immediately, as if you’d been waited upon, the door unlatches and an older, thinner woman appears. Her skin is somewhere between tan and gold, wrinkle lines around her eyes and mouth. The hair atop her head is swirled into an artful bun, small wisps of white-gray hair escaping the masterpiece.
“Just on time,” her voice is sweet, slow, and welcoming, stepping aside and waving you in.