On the head of a pin-

Two steps behind, he watched her lead. The gait of her was too much for him and he reached out with his other hand, cupping one half globe of her ass in his palm, using his fingers to massage, to squeeze. “She’s a deep sleeper anyway…” He gruffly replied, continuing just as gruffly, grinning like a Cheshire cat. “It’s good you’re not tired now, but you will be.”

His eyes locked with hers as he followed the line of her blouse as it got looser, laid oddly, the side of her breast porcelain and so, so warm and inviting in the cool night. He’d been about to speak again when he got a face full of material and he growled. It was a feral sound but playful. Removing the shirt from his head, he still wore the grin as he took in her breasts, the nipples puckered to attention in the crisp night air.

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“I know.” He replied to her, softly, his eyes settled low, on the ground, on the toes of his boots.

He took the hand she offered him but she pulled her back to him instead of going to meet her, following her to her bed. “Wait…just a moment…” He pulled her in close, his arm around her back, around her waist. “You need to know. Carol, you need to know…” Those blue eyes made it up to her eyes and they stayed there. “I don’t know…I don’t know why I put you out. Maybe I was afraid of myself, of what I could become… I wasn’t afraid of you, Carol. I couldn’t be…” He was going back in time. He realized that maybe she already knew all of that and she didn’t blame him anymore but, this was the first time they’d been truly safe somewhere that he could say that. That he could…apologize. “I know I said it before… That I shouldn’t have…” His eyes searched hers. “But you deserve an apology; I own that. I need to tell you I’m sorry.” He pauses, his hand running through her short hair, his thumb caressing her cheek, jawline, down the cords of her neck for a moment before he smiles softly. His breathing ceases and his voice is the softest its ever been with her. “I’m so sorry I put you through that, Carol.”

She whispered, “I know, sweetheart.” The endearment slipped from her tongue effortlessly. She didn’t know why, but it all seemed effortless where he and his kids were concerned. She’d die for them. Almost had. And she’d do it again and again.

And her words did everything they were supposed to. Just the three words she spoke at first. He wanted her to know and she did; and she believed him. She believed in him. The addition of the third word was simply something she did for him; in his mind it served only one purpose and it did its job too. He was reassured. He was calmed and transported to another place; it was a place he wasn’t the one who made all the tough calls. He was just a guy with two kids and…her. He had her now…

Angela Kang || Tonight. “What Comes After,” written by @themattnegrete and  @scottmgimple, directed by  @gnicotero, edited by  @evanschrodek. Stellar performances by our cast, epic work by everyone on the crew, the return of a few familiar faces, some endings and new beginnings. Hope you’ll watch with us. Then @yvettenicolebrown​ breaks things down with Andy Lincoln for @amctalkingdead afterward (stuff might’ve leaked from my eyes a little bit when I watched that interview).

Greg Nicotero  ||  I put my all into this episode and very proud of the direction…i feel it’s one of my best ! So many great moments paying tribute to characters, moments and fans from the last 9 years. And Bernthal , Sonequa and my dear friend Scott Wilson who was so proud to be back on the show. I’m humbled to say i showed him his scenes and he couldn’t have been more proud to tell another chapter of Herschels story.

Jon Bernthal || Ok Brother. We ride one more time.

Steven Yeun ||  🐐🐐

Tom Payne || This is a picture from the first time I met Andy. Way back in 1999. Andy and I are from the same place in England and he had come back to host an event with the local drama group we were both members of. He was and has remained an entirely awesome and thoroughly decent human being who deserves all of his recent successes. Life is long. There are no true endings, only new beginnings. Till next time. Ps: I didn’t need those glasses but thought they looked cool 😂

Michael Cudlitz‏ ||   👊 👊 👊

Jake Garber || Just going to throw these out there today. One of the greats

Jeffrey Dean Morgan || Ain’t no words. ❤️

Alanna Masterson ||  Mother Goose. 👫

Norman Reedus ||  My brother right here. Tonight’s episode 🔥🔥🔥

Corey Reed || This was taken right after the last scene I shot with Andy Lincoln. After five seasons of having the pleasure of working with him, I had mixed feelings. Happy he soon would be with his wife and children full time, as a husband and father myself, we bonded over the hardship of being away. But wow, would I miss him. So would our entire cast & crew. Because Andy Lincoln’s a leader. Our leader. Our Rick Grimes.

He was the first person to welcome me to the show when I arrived on set. As he does with many others. He takes the time to make you feel part of the family. Because to him that’s what it is. He knows making a great TV show is not a Ricktatorship, it’s a collaboration, and no one exemplifies that more than Andy. Despite the trappings of being the face of one of the biggest shows on TV, Andy considers himself just one of us. The smiling, sweating, howling, fast running, blood covered, bad singing, member of our company.

And when it comes to the work, he’s a consummate professional, wanting nothing more than to make the best show we can. To care as deeply as he does, and be utterly open and generous with a cast of dozens, a crew of hundreds, while shooting an almost impossible schedule, dealing with Georgia heat, and delivering a world class performance, is all any show could want from the name at the top of the callsheet. Ask anyone who’s been a part of this show and they’ll tell you the same. There’s a reason we call it #TWDfamily and it all starts with Andy, and continues to this day. We’ve moved on from Rick Grimes, but we cannot from Andy Lincoln. His person may be in the UK, but his spirit will always be alive and well on set of  #TheWalkingDead  #twd

Denise Huth || #TWDfamily

“I know.” He replied to her, softly, his eyes settled low, on the ground, on the toes of his boots.

He took the hand she offered him but she pulled her back to him instead of going to meet her, following her to her bed. “Wait…just a moment…” He pulled her in close, his arm around her back, around her waist. “You need to know. Carol, you need to know…” Those blue eyes made it up to her eyes and they stayed there. “I don’t know…I don’t know why I put you out. Maybe I was afraid of myself, of what I could become… I wasn’t afraid of you, Carol. I couldn’t be…” He was going back in time. He realized that maybe she already knew all of that and she didn’t blame him anymore but, this was the first time they’d been truly safe somewhere that he could say that. That he could…apologize. “I know I said it before… That I shouldn’t have…” His eyes searched hers. “But you deserve an apology; I own that. I need to tell you I’m sorry.” He pauses, his hand running through her short hair, his thumb caressing her cheek, jawline, down the cords of her neck for a moment before he smiles softly. His breathing ceases and his voice is the softest its ever been with her. “I’m so sorry I put you through that, Carol.”

Her hands circling around him, wrapping her arms around him, completing their oneness in the simplest way; it was a feeling he hadn’t known in a long time. Here in Alexandria is was okay to feel these things again; it was more than safe behind these walls and the feelings that came had always been there but now more than ever…it was okay.

It was okay.

They were okay.

They were safe.

They’re the ones who lived.

As the conversation progressed to more personal matters and less about the day and the goings-on of those around them, Rick clammed up a bit more. He was just as nervous as Carol was turning out to be. She was blushing like crazy and her hands were fiddling with each other in her lap, fingers picking at one another and twisting around. “I didn’t have to. I just…thought maybe I should. I don’t know. Guys are kinda dumb as far as this stuff if concerned…” He commented, smiling sheepishly, a gentle flush taking his cheeks too. “I’m glad you feel that way for the kids. They need a good woman in their lives, a mother figure. Lord knows, I can’t give them what a woman could, what a mother’s capable of giving…”

After everything… The banishment was something that still haunted Rick, too. Every instance in which he thought about it drove him crazy. Carol was family. She’d saved his life and the lives of the group more than once, but especially at Terminus when they’d all been trapped with very little way out. And even after all of the words he’d spat at her, making her feel less-than, making her feel inferior and in the wrong, she was willing to look past that, to forgive and be family again; after all, he supposed, isn’t that what family did? Family loved unconditionally. They all made mistakes and hurt one another but in the end, it always came back that they couldn’t live without one another, that their destinies, their fates, were bound regardless of those trespasses.

Her eyes flicked to his then and held his gaze. “I have for a long, long time, Rick.” She moved a hand from her lap to cover his where it rested on the countertop. She gave it a gentle squeeze. “At first, I felt like I was betraying Lori, but now I think she’d be grateful that someone loves her kids like she would. I tried to fight it, but I don’t want to anymore.”

She slid off the stool in which she was seated. Now she was closer to him. Her heart thundered in her chest. She felt the heat swell in her gut. The trepidation and excitement were making her feel so many conflicting emotions.

“Me too; I think we just haven’t had a chance to take stock yet, admit it to ourselves or to each other. You know…until now.” He swallowed, listening to her speak as if the sound of her voice and her tone brought him peace. It did. Just like her hand on his brought him to peace and brought him comfort. “I…I really don’t think Lori would…” At the mention of his dead wife, he reverted back a bit to that broken man that had lost her. He hadn’t talked about her since losing her. He usually chose to pretend it had happened to someone else. “She would like that it was you. If anyone had to raise her kids and… She would want it to be you.”