You ever randomly get reminded of something you wrote a decade ago that you totally forgot about, and remember what a baller writer you are? Lol.
I just happened to be reading some fanfiction recently, a sudden whim, and updated my email here, then got a notification on a story I'd written. I have a lot more on Fictionpress than I do here, and honestly didn't even remember writing this until I read through it again. As it turns out, it's last upload date was the same month my (now ex) husband asked for a divorce. It was a traumatic split for me, totally out of the blue, and clearly this story was totally wiped from my mind in the upheaval.
To be honest, I also became very disenchanted with The Walking Dead and the faith I had in Gimple. As more characters died, Tyreese, Bob, Beth, the characters who held onto optimism, faith, hope, their humanity, it lost its shine for me. By season 8, I lost most of my interest in it and I never actually finished the series.
But, now that I've been reminded, I hate to leave this so undone. I know my own disappointment in other fandoms when fantastic stories just stop without a resolution or payoff. This story also is good enough to deserve some sort of reasonable end. I don't know how capable I will be at getting back into the heads of the characters to the depth I had in these previous chapters, especially the first few. I'm quite proud, looking back on it, at how I wrote and was able to be inside of Daryl's head in a way that felt authentic and in character, with tension, and made sense for the world. I think if I were very serious about this, I should watch the entirety of it up till Alone again (or even the end of S4), but I don't have that much time to invest in what might amount to only a few chapters. I will rewatch some of the lead up to, and, Alone, though. I hope I can achieve a similar feeling, but I can't make any promises unfortunately.
I hope this makes up for the decade long wait. Thank you for reading, reviewing, fave'ing and following this.