The Season 7 premiere of The Walking Dead aired last night, and let’s just say the internet has turned into a collective puddle of tears. After a torturous five-month wait, fans were finally met with the grim revelation of who fell victim to Negan and his barbed-wire bat, Lucille. And honestly, I’m still reeling from the emotional rollercoaster, so let’s dive into the chaos of feelings from last night’s episode.
I’ll be honest: my go-to way of enjoying The Walking Dead is by binging without commercials on Netflix. The downside? I’m always a season behind. But no amount of binge-watching could keep me from finding out who Negan killed. Would the writers stay true to the comic or go rogue? Five minutes before the episode started, my anxiety was through the roof—on a scale of one to Kermit flailing.
Honestly, I couldn’t even tell you what happened in those first twenty minutes because I was so shell-shocked by the events that unfolded. Then came Negan’s endless and obnoxious game of eenie, meenie, miney, moe, and suddenly Abraham’s skull was smashed into a grotesque pulp, but not before he defiantly told Negan to “suck it.” For a brief moment, I thought I could breathe again. Abraham wasn’t my favorite, but he was still a decent character. I was really hoping Glenn would be the one to make it through.
With Rick covered in Abraham’s blood, Negan cruelly held Lucille to Rosita’s face, insisting she look at it. “My dirty girl,” he taunted. When Rosita refused to comply, Daryl couldn’t take it anymore and landed a punch on Negan. At that moment, my inner Schwarzenegger was going wild, cheering for Daryl.
Realizing there was still plenty of episode left, I resorted to scrolling through kitten gifs on Twitter as a coping mechanism. It was a public service, folks—I’m a giver.
The deaths of Abraham and Glenn were told through flashbacks from Rick’s perspective while he was trapped in an RV surrounded by zombies, with Negan rambling about “give me my axe.”
Let’s Talk About Negan
He’s dastardly and ruthless, but can we talk about how he’s also inexplicably attractive? I mean, he has that scruff, those dimples, and yes, a leather jacket. Why can’t he be a bad boy with a heart of gold? I can’t help but feel conflicted—I’m counting down the days until Rick and the gang take him down, but wow, he’s hard to resist.
The Grim Reality
Alright, back to the grim reality. The Season 7 premiere is all about dismantling Rick’s hope for a brighter future. Two potential fathers have been lost, and all of Rick’s group is left to grapple with despair. Negan, with his charmingly sadistic nature, seems intent on breaking Rick’s spirit. He pulls Carl from the group, giving Rick an excruciating choice: cut off his son’s arm to save everyone else or watch them all perish.
This gratuitous violence was a chilling moment, effectively shattering Rick—who almost went through with it until Negan intervened. Negan and his band of misfits left Rick to wallow in the aftermath. Maggie wanted to fight back, while Rick, in shock, did not. The episode closed with a haunting image of what could have been—a family dinner with Glenn at the head of the table, a baby in his lap.
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In summary, the Season 7 premiere of The Walking Dead turned fans’ worlds upside down by revealing the tragic deaths of beloved characters, leaving viewers shattered and anxious for what comes next.