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Red- Chapter 18

AN: Just an Fyi, this is a TWD fanfiction, meaning there are a lot of TWs, including loads of violence (of all kinds)

No smut!

Please make sure to reblog, like, or whatever you wanna do! That helps me want to continue writing these kinds of stories and to figure out what people want

SUMMARY

I ran through the woods, Matthew right behind me. 

My breaths came in harsh and my legs were screaming in protest. Just a bit farther. I promised myself. 

Matthew stumbled out of the underbrush and doubled over, his cheeks red and mouth open as he huffed for a breath. I moved his arm around my shoulder and kept going. 

I flinched as a bullet ricocheted off a tree to my left. It was too close. They were too close. 

But this was only the start 

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Chapter 18

Rossary

Matthew bumped my shoulder, wincing as he tried to smile at me. I frowned as I looked at the damage Merle had left. Despite Matthew’s constant reassurance that he was okay, Merle had definitely done a number on him. 

It was a shock to see Matthew so beat up. The only other time I could remember Matthew even having a black eye was when we were still with William, hell even when on the run from that asshole Matthew was never someone I worried about. Now, as he lugged the group’s stuff to a car, I worried his concussion would cause him to keel over on the floor.

I walked over to the tucson and placed our packs in the back. I hugged my best friend. “If anything happens-”

“I should be saying this to you, bunny.” Matthew said. I scowled.

Daryl, Maggie, Glenn, Rick, Michonne, and I were staying behind to defend the prison against The Governor. There was no way of knowing how today was going to go, but I knew no matter what happened I would be okay. Still, even though Matthew could protect himself, it felt like it was my job to make sure he was okay. 

I swallowed down my worry and offered Matthew a small smile.

Carl walked past us, ignoring everyone with an angry look on his face. 

I frowned.  “We’ll be okay.”  

“Always are.” he tsked. Matthew pat my shoulder and walked away.

“Hey,” I turned around to find Rick. He stopped when he was in front of me. “I know what I did was wrong, and you can hate me-”

“I don’t…I get it, really. I am glad Michonne is okay though, what you were going to do…” I trailed off, not wanting to finish my sentence. Rick shifted on his feet, looking more guilty by the second. “People fuck up, some just fuck up a whole lot.” 

He looked away and smirked. “Are we good?” 

I nodded, “Yeah, we’re good.” I pat his shoulder as I walk off.

Daryl sat in front of his bike, tweaking a few things. I waved at him, giving him a tight-lipped smile. We didn’t have a lot of time to talk this morning before we were put to work by the group. I couldn’t get the night before out of my head, from the hug to eating next to Daryl late at night- We had done those things before, but this felt more intimate than ever before. I shook off the thought. I needed to stop thinking about it.

Daryl nodded, understanding I was trying to comfort him. I pulled him up off the ground, keeping his hand in mine.

“We should start drinking after all this.” I said, nodding my head.

Daryl snorted. “We’re gonna need a lot more than alcohol.”

…

I held the AK in my hand and stayed next to Maggie. She gripped my hand tightly. I smiled, squeezing her hand before letting go and getting in position. It felt nice to be fighting a large group again; I couldn’t explain the rush of adrenaline that bought me enjoying a fight every once in a while.

One of the Governor’s trucks drove into the spikes, the tires popping. The sound of gunshots made my ears ring as I watched the large group of men and women shoot up the prison. 

They rammed through the gate, breaking one of our defenses. There were about twenty of them and each had a gun and enough ammo to wipe us out tenfold.

The group scattered across the courtyard. I watched as they took in the barren area. It looked like a ghost-town, like no one had been here in a long time. I chewed on my lip and kept an eye on Maggie and Glenn.

The cell block door opened with a loud creak. I tensed. Rick, Daryl, and Michonne were hiding in the prison.

I nodded once when I knew they were both okay. Maggie squeezed my hand once more before I moved away, quietly walking through a part of the prison and toward my spot. Glenn was across from Maggie, me across from them so we covered every area. My spot was more open, with less cover, but it would do.

I smiled, a bittersweet feeling falling over me as I thought about all the blind spots in the prison.

If all went south, I was meant to stay alive long enough to provide cover fire for the rest of the group. I was the best choice considering the amount of experience I had with fighting alone, besides if anything happened, I could leave the prison and lead the Governor away then meet up with everyone else.

An alarm started going off, the loud blaring deafening me. I kept my eyes focused on the cell block door and adjusted my grip on my gun.

The Governor’s group ran out and hid behind filing cabinets for cover. 

I shot a few times at their feet, herding them toward Glenn and Maggie. The two shot at them as well, managing to keep the group going toward the gate. I smiled as I watched the group scurry away like rats.

I shot at one of the men who was aiming for my people and watched as he fell to the ground, his fellow comrades helping him up. 

I took a deep breath, trying to calm my erratic heartbeat. 

The truck started and I looked up just in time to see them driving away. I sat up higher, a smile appearing on my face. Even though it was over, it didn’t feel like it should be this easy. 

“We did it?” I heard Maggie scream.

“We did it.” Glenn responded. “Come on down.” 

I didn’t move from my spot as I looked at our group as they all began to make their way into the courtyard, smirking. Maggie stepped in front of me and put her hand out. “We’re alive.” she laughed, a joyous smile on her face which I returned.. She pulled me into a tight hug. 

“We did it. We drove them out.” Rick said once we joined them. 

I bumped Daryl’s elbow with my own. The gruff redneck smiled down at me, a soft look in his eyes that was quickly shielded away. 

“We should go after them.” Michonne said. Daryl agreed. 

“It’s finished. Didn’t you see them hightail it out of here?” Maggie argued. 

They continued to argue about what to do, everyone looking at Rick to decide. The cop looked over the field that was now filled with dead bodies. He was still greiving over Lori and it seemed like he wasn’t in the right mindset to make decisions right now.

I shook my head and took charge. “No, they’re right. We can’t live like this.”

Maggie turned to me. “So we take the fight to Woodbury. We barely made it back this time.” 

Daryl scoffed. “I don’t care.” 

I nodded along with Daryl. “We go and we finish this off, then we don’t ever have to worry about them again. That’s a better decision than sitting here while they get stronger.” Maggie and Glenn shared a look that showed their disagreement. I shook my head and said, “We’ll leave when everyone else is ready.”

I followed Daryl as he began to walk back torward the prison. The prison door slammed behind us.

 Daryl watched me, a question in his eyes as I paced the prison cafeteria. I couldn’t stop moving, not right now. Not until it was done. 

Matthew walked toward me quickly, wrapping me in his arms. I pulled away after a moment. 

“I’m going to Woodbury.” I said quietly. 

Matthew shook his head. “I can go instead.” But I was already shaking my head. 

“No, your leg is still healing…” I looked down at my hands. “This is something I need to do…” It wasn’t just because of my own selfish reasons, but I wanted to get back at the Governor for the pain he had caused this group -the pain that Daryl had to go through.

Matthew nodded slowly. “Carl killed someone.” My eyes widened in shock. Matthew’s voice was so low no one else could hear, but it felt like I was just hit with a boulder. Carl was a kid. He continued, “He didn’t have to, but… Yeah, I’m gonna stay here, teach the kid how to play soccer or something.”

I swallowed away my shock and smiled at him, promising to join him when I got back. He walked into the cellblock with Carl behind him.

Daryl watched me with a look I couldn’t decipher. I waved awkwardly at him, a small smile on my face.

He looked away and I could have sworn his cheeks were pink.

…

Daryl put his feet on the road as he slowed down. I tightened my grip until the kickstand was down. It had taken an awful lot of convincing for me to ride on this death machine.

My nose scrunched as the smell of rotten bodies hit me. I took out my hunting knife and killed a walker. Michonne killed the other with her katana and Daryl shot another. I walked behind them, staring at the people.

Daryl flinched away when something banged on the door behind him. My gun was out in a flash and pointed at a girl in the truck. 

I nodded once to Daryl and he opened the door.

Rick pat her down. When he was done I helped her up. 

“He killed them all.” she said, her voice trembling in shock. It was obvious, but she was in shock and obviously didn’t know what else to say. I looked down at my hand the girl was still squeezing tightly. Slowly, I let go of her hand and rubbed my hand on my pants.

“He kept you alive?” Michonne asked. 

The girl’s eyes widened. “I hid under one of their bodies until he left. He didn’t even know I was there.” I bit my lip. She wasn’t lying. Daryl met my gaze and nodded slightly. 

“What’s your name?” I asked, my voice soft as I took in the girl. She definitely wasn’t a fighter.

“Karen,” she said.

…

I walked behind the group, keeping my eyes out for any surprises. There was no sign that the Governor had been here. I turned around when a glass pot shattered.

I shot at Woodbury’s walls before ducking behind a car next to Michonne and Rick.

“Tyreese!” Karen yelled. I scowled and moved to grab her but I was too late. She stood up. “It’s me! Don’t-” 

Rick pulled her down. “Stay down!” 

I really wasn’t enjoying this new girl.

There was a moment of silence before a man yelled. “Karen! Karen, are you okay?”

I glanced at Daryl, who had a gun pointed at the wall. I followed suit. Karen shoved away from Rick and stood up. “I’m fine!” 

“Where’s The Governor?” the man asked. 

“He fired on everyone. He killed them all!”

No one spoke, a tense silence suffocating us all. I could understand the feeling of being betrayed by someone who was supposed to protect you and your family all too well and found myself sympathizing with those on the wall. 

“Why are you with them?” the man finally asked.

“They saved me.” Karen said. She looked over to me, a look of gratefulness on her face. I gave her a slight nod. 

Rick looked at Karen then the rest of us. “We’re coming out.” he said. My eyes widened.  

I clenched my teeth but stood up when Rick did. Daryl and Michonne hesitated. I looked at the two and nodded. Despite making bad choices sometimes, Rick knew what he was doing. 

For the most part. 

“We’re coming out.” Rick said again. 

Daryl held his gun up. He looked over at me before scoffing and holding it up. Although, even I noticed how he stood in front of the rest of us, as if making himself the target.

Woodbury’s gate opened and a black man and woman stepped out. I eyed the two of them, immediately realizing they were siblings, maybe even twins. “What are you doing here?” the man asked. He was a lot bigger than any of us and if all went south he was who I would need to keep an eye on.

“We were coming here to finish this, until we saw what The Governor did.”

The man’s eyes widened. Maybe it was the girl who was more dangerous instead. “He- he killed them?” 

Rick nodded solemnly. “Karen told us Andrea hopped the wall, going for the prison. She never made it…” The sibling’s eyes widened. “She might be here,” Rick continued.  

Apparently that was enough to convince them. The siblings stepped out of the way and let us in.

…

“This is where he had Glenn and Maggie.” Rick told Tyreese and Sasha. 

“The Governor held people here?” Tyreese asked, shocked.

Daryl nodded. “He did more than hold ‘em.”

I stared at the back of his head briefly before pointing my AK toward a door. Daryl glanced at me as a thumping continued. Rick and Michonne stood next to the door, sharing a look.

Michonne pulled out her katana. “Will you open it?” she asked Rick.

Daryl took a small step back so our shoulders were touching. I kept my eyes open and looked around, not wanting to be ambushed.

When the door opened, I could see The Governor's advisor, Milton, lying dead on the floor. I frowned. 

“Andrea!” Michonne yelled.

I looked down to see the blonde on the floor. “I tried to stop them.” she said, her voice broken. 

“You’re burning up.” Michonne said in a hoarse voice.

Andrea looked down. She looked broken. Andrea pulled at her shirt weakly, showing us the bite on her shoulder. I took a sharp breath in. “Judith, Carl, the rest of them-”

“Us,” Rick said. “The rest of us.” Andrea’s voice broke. “Are they alive?” 

Rick looked over to Daryl and I. “Yeah, they’re alive.” 

“It’s good you found them,” Andrea said as she looked at Michonne. She turned toward me, a sad smile on her face. “And I’m glad you made your way back to them.”

I gave her a short nod. I didn’t know her, hell I had only had one conversation with her, but damn she didn’t deserve this.

 “No one can make it alone now.” Andrea said to me softly.

Daryl’s hand brushed mine gently. “I never could.”

I looked away, not able to look at Andrea’s face. She looked so broken, so… lost. “I just didn’t want anyone else to die,”  I thought of Merle, of everyone who had been hurt because of this. I bit my lip. “I can do it myself.” Andrea said.

“No.” Michonne was quick to respond, her eyes wide as she looked at her friend.

“I have to,” Andrea said.”While I still can.” she turned toward Rick, tears in her eyes. “I know how the safety works.” 

As Rick handed Andrea his gun, Daryl and I walked out the room. I hadn’t known Andrea that well, but she didn’t deserve this.

I stood next to Daryl, my arms limp at my sides. “I tried,” I heard Andrea whisper. 

Rick came out, closing the door behind him. I closed my eyes and swallowed before taking hold of Daryl’s hand. It wasn’t hard to realize it could have been any one else in that room, that Andrea sacrificed her life so we could survive even if she didn’t know. 

 He squeezed it once and I leaned my head against his shoulder.

I clenched my teeth when the gun went off. 

…

Daryl

Rossary didn’t drop my hand. When we got Woodbury people on the buses, she stood by my side. When the people seemed scared or the kids didn’t know what happened to their parents Rossary was right there to give out hugs and reassuring smiles. She didn’t think she was good at comforting people, but the girl knew how to make people feel like they were welcome.

I knew she was rich before all this, that her parents were political figures. Hell, when she ran from home it was all the news spoke about for two weeks. The name Rossary Evans was all over, even the people Merle sold drugs to spoke about her.

I looked over at the girl that I had become so infatuated with and wondered what had caused her to cut her family off and make herself look like the bad guy, if only to leave fame behind.

She was good at taking care of others, making sure everyone was okay. She was a leader through and through.

When the people were settled and Rossary got on my bike I could feel her shaking. 

I squeezed her hands before starting the bike and heading back to the prison.

Rossary leaned her cheek on my back. We would survive this. We could live. I focused on Rossary and driving. She would survive this a lot longer than anyone else. The more I thought of it, the more I knew I was right. She would be the last man standing.

Rossary

I helped the newcomers get situated, promising them clean rooms in a few days. There were some untrustworthy stares, there were some men that stayed with the elderly and children that looked like they were ready to protect them all. 

My hand touched my knife, the black leather touching my rough skin.

“Hey,” Daryl touched my forearm lightly. “Come ‘ere for a second.” He led me away and back to our cell block and up to his room. It was right next to mine now, instead of on the balcony. 

He walked into his room and began digging through a bag. I leaned against the wall and smiled as I watched him, my cheeks hot.

Daryl turned and scowled at me. “Stop.” he grumbled.

I let out a soft laugh as I tried to lose my smile. It only grew when he showed me a bracelet made out of leather. On the top, an angel wing sat, wrapped to the leather by a few intricate knots. 

It was handmade.

“It ain’t nothing special, just somethin’ I found on a run and thought you might like it.” he said.

I snorted. It was very obvious he made it. 

“Thank you, Daryl.” I pulled him into a hug, ignoring his tense muscles. He relaxed slightly and wrapped his arms around me, squeezing me gently.

He gave good hugs.

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Alright-here’s chapter 2 of my fic. Let’s meet Carl.

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Red-Chapter 8

AN: Just an Fyi, this is a TWD fanfiction, meaning there are a lot of TWs, including loads of violence (of all kinds)

No smut!

Please make sure to reblog, like, or whatever you wanna do! That helps me want to continue writing these kinds of stories and to figure out what people want

SUMMARY

I ran through the woods, Matthew right behind me. 

My breaths came in harsh and my legs were screaming in protest. Just a bit farther. I promised myself. 

Matthew stumbled out of the underbrush and doubled over, his cheeks red and mouth open as he huffed for a breath. I moved his arm around my shoulder and kept going. 

I flinched as a bullet ricocheted off a tree to my left. It was too close. They were too close. 

But this was only the start 

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Chapter 8

Rossary

I don’t remember the ride back to their camp. 

Someone who smelled like cigarettes carried me inside and placed me on a bed, but I don’t remember anything other than that. 

When I woke up, I was alone. It was quiet, with the occasional sound of footsteps. I thought of the night before, and Matthew, how he was okay. 

I stared at the bottom of a top bunk. My eyes were still heavy with sleep, but no matter how hard I tried to go back to sleep, I couldn’t. 

I couldn’t believe we had finally found Rick and his family. I can’t believe they were all alive. I smiled softly. There was hope, albeit small, of us surviving this nightmarish hell.

After a while longer, I swung my legs to the side and slipped my combat boots on. Someone must’ve taken them off for me.

There was a black t-shirt on the top bunk, along with a thin jacket to place over it. I discarded my old clothes for the new ones before walking out of the cell. We were at the prison hours away from any large city.

It made me feel safe being so far away from large parts of civilization, even if I maybe shouldn’t be allowed to ever feel like that ever again.

My hand traveled the railing as I walked down the stairs. 

There was an old man and two girls, one with brown hair and the other with blonde. The blonde held a baby in her hands, rocking it back and forth. To the right of them was Carl. I inhaled sharply as I stared at the kid who held an indifferent expression on his face, the innocence he once held long gone.

On the stairs next to him was the archer, Daryl. He nodded when our eyes made contact before I looked at the small pile of guns. My hand ran over my now cleaned gun.

 I looked up slowly after hearing the quiet sound of someone’s safety being turned off, Carl’s hand on his gun.

I stared at him while I put the weapon in its holster.

“If I wanted to shoot you I’d have done it already.” It was meant to come out as a joke, but instead it came out as cold and sharp. 

Merle chuckled. “It’s too bad you didn’t bring any ammo with you.”

I whipped toward him, my eyes wide. Last time I saw him was in Atlanta, when Matthew and I left him. I thought he would’ve died. “Next time I’ll be sure to save a mag so I can empty it out in your chest.” 

This time Daryl stood, his hand gripping his crossbow. Merle scowled before letting out a dark chuckle. “You’ve got bigger balls than most men out there, Rosy.”

Before I could reply, I heard the sound of a door open. Rick and Glenn walked in, the former giving me a welcoming nod while the other looked away, Matthew behind them looking like someone shit in his cereal and called it cocoa puffs . 

“Everything okay?” Rick asked. 

Rick touched the baby’s head gently, looking down at her with a loving stare.

 “I thought you were all dead.” I finally said.

“We lost people -T-dog, Shane, Dale, and… Lori- but everyone in here… yeah we’re alive.” Rick nodded to his own words.

“Andrea and Jacqui?” I barely knew the girls, but it was obvious they were missing.

“Jacqui died at the CDC and Andrea… it’s complicated.”

I turned around to see a black woman standing at the doorway behind me. I felt caged, as if I were a circus animal performing for them. 

Rick continued, “We were attacked a couple days ago by a man named The Governor.” 

Merle chuckled. “Looks like you’re not the only one dealing with trouble, Rosy.”

“Be quiet.” Glenn hissed, a look of pure hatred on his face. Now that I paid more attention, I could see how beat up he was. 

This group wasn’t like the one I had met on the road. This was a group that was more divided than Rick realized and it would be their downfall. 

Later on, most of them left the cafeteria to do whatever they did with their time. Matthew was outside, taking watch with Maggie, who I had met along with the rest of the unfamiliar faces. 

Michonne was new, having only met the group a few weeks ago. She was strong and there was something about her that told me she was more trustworthy than the group realized.

Now, Michonne was working out while I stretched a couple feet away. I still didn’t feel like I was at my best and I hated it, the constant worry someone would attack me nagging me.

Now the only ones left in the cafeteria were the outsiders and Carol. It felt similar to William’s group with Matthew fitting in while I was stuck wondering what I had done wrong. 

“Smart to stay fit,” Merle said. He sat at one of the tables and watched Michonne and I. I couldn’t put into words how I felt about Merle, I didn’t nessecerally hate him, but he needed some serious therapy at some point.

 Michonne ignored him and continued with her routine. 

“Don’t leave out the cardio.” he dragged on. He glanced over at me. “Ya know, if we’re gonna be living under the same roof, we should clear the air.” 

I cocked my head. He was playing a game that I knew nothing about.

Merle continued. “This whole hunting you down thing,” he said to Michonne. “That was just business.”

She snorted. “Like the Gestapo?” 

He smirked, his blue eyes on me. “Yeah. Exactly. I’ve done a lot of things I ain’t proud of. Before and after.” We all had. 

Before meeting Rick for the first time, we had been in Atlanta, trying to get out. That’s when we met Merle. We all wanted out of the dead City, but after Merle stole from us we left him behind and never heard of him until now. I wonder what it’d have been like if things had gone differently.

I touched the scar on my cheek he had given me.

…

I was still in the cafeteria the next day, unsure what to do aside from taking watch halfway through the night until someone relieved me and getting to know Carol while she cooked seemed to be as good a pastime as any.

The blonde, Beth, held Judith carefully as she walked into the room. Judith cooed as she fed from the bottle, her small hands latching onto it so she could get a better grasp. 

I watched her, a small smile on my face. It was so peaceful here, no one was running or fighting over food, they were a family. 

Beth looked up and smiled at me. “Do you wanna hold her?”

My eyes widened. “No… Um…” I scratched my head, unsure what to say. 

Beth laughed. “Oh come on. She won’t bite you.”

I stared at Judith for a while. It had been a long time since I held something as small as her. If I did it wrong… her death would be on me. Before I could decline, Beth was instructing me on how to hold her and what to do to feed the baby.

I didn’t tell her I already knew everything she was saying or that I had helped raise children all throughout my early twenties. Now, at twenty-six, I felt like all those years didn’t mean anything.

I could feel someone watching me, but I stayed perfectly still. Beth smiled at me. “Did you have kids before?”

I smirked, the idea of me having kids was something I hadn’t spent time thinking about. “I had nieces and nephews.”

Her face fell. “It’s just, you’re so good with her, I thought maybe you did…”

I smiled. “I was the go-to babysitter when my siblings visited. After a while I picked up on a few things. I can take care of her for a bit if you have some things you need to do.”

Beth smiled gratefully before promising she would be back. 

I turned around in my seat trying to get comfortable as Judith finished off her serving of baby formula. She cooed at me, hand going to rest on my chest. “What?” I said. “Are you still hungry? Well I’m afraid I can’t help you with that.” My voice was high-pitched and I made exaggerated faces. It was fun to be like this again, even if for a few minutes.

Beth smiled as she took Judith but didn’t say anything to me, soon after she left the cafeteria, leaving me to play with my knife.

I looked up to see Carol staring at me, a slight smile on her face. I frowned. “What?”

She shook her head. “I just didn’t expect you to be good with babies.”

I scoffed but agreed with her all the same. I wasn’t exactly coming off as the baby loving type. 

Rick came in through the cell door, the rest of the group following. Carol gasped before hugging a blonde woman. I took a deep breath in when I recognized Andrea. 

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[vincent-m-ward]

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[richonnelover05]

All Right. Chapter 7 shenanigans of my Richonne Fic—Fate Is Fickle Until It Ain’t —is up! Let me know what you think!

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14058052/7/Fate-Is-Fickle-Until-It-Ain-t

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[norman-reedus-coven2]

I want to thank everyone who has written in with their opinions of the Carol and Daryl drama. MOST asks that where sent in were rational and respectful. Much like what I have seen throughout the internet there is a mix of good and seriously fucked up opinions out there. My inbox is no exception. I spent this weekend thinking really hard about how I want to contribute to this fandom regarding this mess. I'm not going to be a blog that has blind support to Norman or Melissa. I'm not going to be a blog that allows hateful, ugly things said about either person. And I won't be a blog that helps spread unfounded rumors. I'm a person that lives my life based on facts and rational thoughts. And I want this blog to reflect how I live my life. I spent this weekend watching how grown adults were behaving. And a part of it made me embarrassed to be in any part of this fandom. Grown ass women ON ALL SIDES acting like irrational toddlers. Tagging Norman and Melissa with some of the hideous garbage I have seen was beyond words. These are real people with real feelings and real families. All of which have been deeply affected by the words and actions by complete strangers who truly know zero about what the true story is. What I watched slowly develop on BOTH SIDES were fantastical fan fictions come to life. People taking rumors and embellishing them into the most crazy scenarios. Stories slowing being added to fit whatever argument they were trying to make. Suddenly there is a mass quantity experts of how Hollywood works, contacts, scripts and inside info that people "knew" for months. But decided to say nothing until this news was announced. The bottom line is this if you take away all the rumors and "anons" who know someone from on set we only have two thing. Tweets from Jeffery Dean Morgan and a some official releases from AMC and TWD. What is contained in these is the only things we can even remotely take as facts. So we don't know much of anything do we? So here's what I think we should do going forward. I'm only going to post interviews, tweets, news articles or press releases about this. I will post anything sent in that included in the above list. I want this fandom to heal. I want to be able to enjoy the ending of a show I have been dedicated to for 11 years. Sadly I feel like that will be hard to do after all this but I'm going to try. Everyone involved in this show has saificed so much to bring us a show we love (and sometimes hate). Let's try the best we can to forget all this and enjoy the final ride. Regardless of how you feel or what "side" you are on. There are countless crew, extras and actors that have spent more then a year to bring you the ending of this story. We owe it to them to not let this ruin the final season. I welcome any and all comments on anything posted. But please be aware I will delete any hateful comments. And if you are stuck on stupid and refuse to be an adult I can block you. How does this sound to you guys?

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