Couch Sitting

So in anticipation of the next new Walking Dead episode...

I was super psyched for the second half of this season to resume. When I sat down to watch last week, I was a little underwhelmed. I mean, there was this HUGE event at the midseason finale. We knew the characters would need to leave the relative safety of the prison and journey back out into the world--basically knocked back to where they were in the beginning. But...I dunno. While it wasn't necessarily bad, I found myself annoyed at times. This episode focused mostly on Rick and Carl (interspersed with Michonne and her flashbacks), presumably right after they left the prison. They were separated from everyone else, so there's no sense of who really made it and who didn't. Rick was still badly injured, and they were looking for food and a safe place to stay. And Carl? I wanted to smack him. He had REALLY bad timing with trying to rebel. I get that he was angry with his father...but really? So in a nutshell, this episode was mostly character building with not a lot else going on, and while I didn't hate it, I just wasn't feeling it either. Am I the only one who thought this??

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Living Dead Girl might be Jen's story, but a big part of it was her meeting the ONE who completely changed her life. While her story takes a rather unfortunate turn, Jack was a bright spot in her life, no matter how brief...

Jack pulled me toward him and circled his arms around me. “Are you going to clock me if I kiss you right now?”

I shrugged. The thought of it sent my stomach fluttering.

He lowered his head and whispered in my ear. “I take it that since you’re here with me right now, it’s because you want to be with me.”

I angled my head back to meet his gaze and his lips brushed against my cheek.

“Yes,” I whispered back.

He smiled wryly. “So you do feel that way about me.”

I bit my lip and nodded.

When he did kiss me, it was slow and gentle. His arms tightened around me, and we just stood there, hugging. It was liberating. Like I could finally relax and allow myself to admit that I was doing something I wanted. It wasn’t for anyone else. I’d fought it for so long, but I knew without a doubt that this was where I was supposed to be. His body was so warm. Finally, he broke the embrace and turned around and got down on one knee with his back facing me. “Come on,” he said.

“What?”

“Get on. I don’t know how you’re still walking in those things.”

I glanced down at my feet. The blisters on the backs of my ankles were raw and my toes felt crunched. I’d been so hopped up on adrenaline that I hadn’t even noticed how bad my feet hurt. I climbed onto his back, locked my arms around him, and he hoisted me up.

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