The Walking Dead: The Ones Who Live

Rick: We tell ourselves that we are the walking dead.

Rick... We're in here together.

Rick: We're gonna lose people.

Maybe even each other.

You can lose me.

No.

If it's me who doesn't make it,

you're gonna have to lead the others forward

because you're the one who can.

Rick!

Making a future for Judith--

it'll be worth it.

We can make it. I'm not giving up.

I have a B.

Jadis: Major General, I'm taking great satisfaction

in investigating corruption and betrayal.

I will fix it.

Michonne: I found something that belonged to the Brave Man.

Judith: What do you mean?

Mom...

is he alive?

I-I don't know...

But if you think he's alive,

then you have to go find him.

Okay, baby girl. I'm gonna try.

Go get him.

Rick: I tried.

Please know I tried.

Male news anchor: ...the city's outer walls falling to incursion,

to countermeasures,

to six-hour periods of neighborhoods falling,

to the whole of the city.

There were two incursion points,

two collapses or possible detonations,

which effectively trapped the city's population.

It appears that one building,

where hundreds of people gathered,

was last to fall.

And CRM intelligence states that, though its doors held,

something occurred inside the building itself,

leading to some initial deaths, reanimations, and the whole...

Man: Consignee Grimes is tethered.

Inbound.

Woman: Congsignees, the Civic Republic Military

thanks you for signing up for this voluntary assignment.

This is a level-three hazardous event.

Eliminating the advance of ignited delts,

you are protecting crops and food stores

for over 200,000 people.

You are now speeding up your path to citizenship.

Man #2: Base, this is Alpha.

All consignees are in place and ready to execute.

Man #3: Copy. Execute clearing protocol.

Man #4: Go, consignees!

Man: Over here!

Man: Another one over here!

Man: Grimes. Grimes!

Man: Consignee Grimes!

Sorry. Trying to find my ax.

[Man shouts indistinctly in distance]

Man: Consignee Grimes.

This is how.

This is how.

Man: Consignee Grimes is breaking protocol.

Man #2: I've got eyes on him!

Consignee Grimes, stop where you are!

Consignee Grimes!

[Man grunting, walker growling in distance]

Rick: Aah!

Man: Where the hell are you?

[Men shouting indistinctly in distance]

Man: Grimes, freeze!

Man: Down to one, down to one.

Close circle. No kill.

Rick: Michonne!

Michonne: Rick!

Oh, shit.

Excuse me?

I mean...

You mean something else.

Uh, I'm not from around here.

I'm lost, and I'm late for work.

Do you know, uh...

cartography?

I don't.

I just know where things are.

Um, that's where I need to be, but I don't know where I am.

That way.

Pass the big blue building.

You'll get there.

I believe in you.

Do you mind if I just...

I don't mind.

I don't mean to interrupt your lunch.

You work around here?

I do.

You like it?

It's not where I want to be.

Are you where you wanna be?

Yeah.

[Helicopter blades whirring in distance]

Rick: I always thought I would wait to tell you everything

when we were finally back together,

that it'd just be a story on the porch

after the sun went down,

when we could barely see each other,

but I have to tell you now.

Not everything.

I can't face everything.

This is most of it, but all of it,

it was always about getting back to you.

What happened on the bridge, I didn't think I'd survive.

And I woke up in a military hospital.

An army found me, a force of thousands,

protecting a working, hidden city

of hundreds of thousands.

Security and secrecy above all.

That's the army's code.

So no one can leave ever.

The city governs itself,

completely separate from the military.

But it follows that one rule,

that law from outside the walls.

The people they rescue, they work in the outskirts,

killing walkers for energy or growing food

or managing the water, the waste.

After six years of it, they get into the city,

away from the army, from the outskirts.

They're called consignees.

And I was one of them, but I was never gonna go in.

I was gonna get away.

I was gonna get back to you.

God damn it, I was.

Rick:

Man: Uh, copy that...

God damn it.