There is a moment in the Season 8 launch of The Walking Dead that concerted a reasonably decent season opener into an hour of tv. I wanted to break to pieces with Lucille.
The players of Hilltop, Alexandria and the Kingdom, have all arrived together to bring the war to Negan’s doorstep. That is not figurative, too. They quite actually drive to his doorstep, cars rigged with huge sides of sheet metal for precaution, protected to the teeth.
Earlier, in Rick’s dialect, he made completely clear that only one single Savior had to perish: Negan. (They go and hamper several lookouts after that speech, so it is more like “only five people have to perish” but who is counting?) And who should stroll out onto his doorstep in plain view of all these hugely armed rebels? Who provides them with all the perfect opportunity to take him out then and there? Who swaggers like he is the king of all he perceives, never once tensed that maybe Rick had provided orders to shoot him on seeing?
If you think Negan, you conquer. The Big Bad strolls right out there like he has not got a care in the world. He is soon followed by his lieutenants, involving the coward, Eugene, and also the traitor, Dwight.
It seems out, he had nothing to be afraid of. Despite being completely armed, despite having various weapons with scopes and a complete shot, despite arriving to do this very thing, nobody opens fire on Negan. But Why? This is one of those nicely frustrating moments that have arrived more and more to define The Walking Dead.
Because there is really no good justification as to why nobody shoots Negan the time he showed his smug face. There is no reason one of the dozens of rebels could not have popped him at such a clear range.
In the ending, Rick “tricks” Negan and also his men.