The midseason Rickies.
No Walking Dead until February. That means it’s time to announce the midseason Walking Dead awards, the Rickies.
The winners are nominated by Shelley Tougas, voted on by Shelley Tougas, and presented by Shelley Tougas.
Smartest Character
And the Rickie goes to … Carl.
Carl: Why don’t we shoot the governor while he’s not expecting it, while he’s perched on that tank, before he chops off Hershel’s head and destroys the prison?
Daryl: Nah. Let’s just see how it plays out.
Worst Skill Transfer
The Rickie goes to … Daryl.
Daryl can shoot a gnat’s eyelash from 100 yards with a bow and arrow, but he can’t hit the side of a truck with an automatic rifle.
He also can’t drive, which brings us to …
Best Gross Out
The Rickie goes to … Daryl.
Our greasy-haired hero delivers a lesson about distracted driving when he hits a zombie while messing with the radio. Then he drives into a herd of zombies, backs up, and runs over so many walkers that the wheels spin in zombie road jam.
Serve that with some crackers.
Best Zombie Repellent
And the Rickie goes to … the Governor.
The Governor couldn’t be bitten if he put his hand in a zombie’s mouth and forced its teeth into his own flesh. After Woodbury falls, the Governor roams the countryside in a trance, unable or unwilling to fend off zombies, who either don’t notice him or miraculously trip, fall, or stumble around him.
Corniest Line
And the Rickie goes to … Hershel.
“I hereby declare we have spaghetti Tuesdays every Wednesday.”
Maybe Glenn can go on a run and rustle up some Chef Boyardee.
Saddest Death
And the Rickie rests on the grave of … Hershel. RIP.
Dumbest Mother
And the Rickie goes to … Lily.
She’s the Mommy Dearest of the zombie apocalypse. Days after daughter Megan was almost zombie lunch, Lily allows the kiddo to play hundreds of feet away from safety, alone, in a mud pile. When a zombie emerges, Lily’s a second late and a bullet short. And the cradle did fall. RIP Megan.
Best Bad A**
And the Rickie goes to … Carol.
Carol’s banishment is also Rick’s biggest mistake. Turns out they could’ve used her.
Best Singer
And the Rickie goes to … Beth.
She can’t shoot, can’t fight, can’t handle a knife. But man, she can belt a Tom Waits’s tune. And she baby sits, which brings us to …
Worst Babysitter
And the Rickie goes to … Beth.
Never, ever transfer care of a baby to four young kids fleeing an invasion. Chances are they’ll dump the baby carrier in the carnage and run off looking for guns.
Best Defier of Death
And the Rickie goes to … Michonne.
When it’s all over, Michonne will be the last one standing. Nobody takes down Michonne.
Biggest apology
And the Rickie goes to … Bob.
On behalf of cyber fans everywhere, I humbly apologize to Bob for believing he was the prison killer. Turns out he may only be the prison’s zombie baiter, in which case the Ricktator will send him to live with Carol.