Glenn and Maggie share a brief moment of peace as Glenn recuperates from the flu virus. They dream of a vacation to commemorate their one-year anniversary. Of course, this one happy moment is overshadowed by the rest of the episode's events. Nonetheless, it is hopeful to see that love however fragile can survive the undead and human horrors of the Zombiepocalypse.
NOW THE MOMENT WE'VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR: Daryl reacts to the news of Rick banishing Carol for her fatal actions against Karen and David! He's...angry and upset but relatively okay. He's mostly upset that Rick didn't wait until the Meds Crew returned. Who knows what would've happened if he had? Perhaps Daryl would have left with Carol and the girls in tow. (That sounds like an epic alt-universe spinoff.)
Daryl storms off, so that he and Rick can finally tell Tyreese about Carol. Before they can do so, Tyreese shows them an ominous wood plank with a rat nailed down and splayed open upon it like some post-apocalyptic high school biology project. Alas it seems fated for Tyreese to never know the true culprit behind his lover's death. The men are interrupted for the Governor with his new army and Mitch's tank has returned to the Prison.
Before we get to the Governor and his hoopla again, what's up with Bob and his mysterious box? That's his booze, right? Why didn't they explicitly show the bottle? Am I missing something? Bob continues to be shadier than he needs to be. Hopefully in the second half of the season, we'll learn more about what lies beneath his perpetually pained expression.
At the gate, Rick forfeits himself in exchange for Hershel but the Governor refuses to negotiate. Rick and his people have until sundown to leave the Prison, or Hershel and Michonne will be executed.
With an evil, satisfied look on his face, the Governor boasts, "I have a tank, and I'm lettin' you walk away from here. What else is there to talk about?" I could write an entire essay about masculinity and the Governor's affinity for that tank, but I'll save that for a rainy day during the hiatus.
Back at the Governor camp, Lilly watches a Walker make its way across the river, only to be dragged away further down stream. She is stationed atop a trailer as Meghan continues to play in the mud yards away in the river bed. Because the Governor's well wishes for someone are always cursed, Meghan is bit by a Walker hidden in the mud. The image of a Walker rising out of the ground like an old-school zombie rising out from its grave is fun, but the set up is ridiculous. Really, Lilly? You're getting to let your daughter play unattended just after she was attacked by a Walker? Really you're not going to call for her as soon as you see that other Walker approaching? You're not going to shoot the Walker until after it fatally bites Meghan? Really?!
NEXT: Dark and difficult times lie ahead. Soon we all must face the choice between what is right and what is easy.