Norman Reedus jumped about 10 times to get the shot @entertainmentweekly used on the cover. Photographer @dylancoulter called it awesome bc it was.
I’m watching Cherokee Rose and there’s a scene where Carol, Andrea, and Shane go to the station wagon on the highway to see if Sophia has come back.
On the walk back to the farm, Shane and Andrea have a long conversation about carrying guns and the responsibility it requires. Andrea’s suicidal thoughts and relationship with Dale are discussed, and Shane hints at his guilt over killing Otis. Carol isn’t part of the conversation at all. She isn’t even in the frame. This isn’t how you write a character you ever expect to become truly important. She isn’t much more than a prop in the scene. But hey — look who is the only one of those three characters who is still alive.
This is the sort of thing that makes me so, so proud of her.
Carl: *shoots a kid in the face*
The second we put a bullet in the head of one of these undead monsters, the moment one of us drove a hammer into one of their faces, or cut a head off, we became what we are! And that’s just it. That’s what this comes down to. You people don’t know what we are. We’re surrounded by the dead. We’re among them, and when we finally give up, we become them. We’re living on borrowed time here. Every minute of our life is a minute we steal from them. You see them out there, you know that when we die, we become them. You think we hide behind walls to protect us from the walking dead. Don’t you get it? We are the walking dead.