Why I Love Daryl Dixon
Oh Daryl Dixon, how do I love thee? Let me count the ways…
For those of you who prefer to reside under rocks there is a show on AMC called THE WALKING DEAD, a television series based on the graphic novel of the same name by Robert Kirkman.
People, this show has something for everyone; lots of action, graphic violence, a wide cast of characters, and the most life-like horde of zombies ever to grace the screen.
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There are blogs a plenty voicing varying opinions about the show’s storyline, successful or unsuccessful adaptation to the novel and likeability of its characters (THE THROWDOWN and LEBEAU’S LEBLOG being two of the better ones), but the one thing they all seem to agree on is that Daryl Dixon is the breakout character of the show. As for me, Daryl Dixon IS the show.
As someone who has spent her life in both Florida and in New England, I can tell you that Norman Reedus’ portrayal of Daryl Dixon satisfies everything I look for in a character. First of all, Norman Reedus not only talks but walks like he’s from South Florida (in reality he is). It’s very distinctive and if you watch the show you’ll see it, sort of like he’s strung up at the shoulders making him walk very erect. In Florida it’s important to stand tall to see what’s coming because down there, you’re bait.
Then there is the added bonus that Norman Reedus was also Murphy McManus, the better half of the vigilante twins better known as THE BOONDOCK SAINTS, a movie that defines the very culture that is New England. Those interested in relocating here be forewarned- you will need to submit to a Boondocks quiz before calling this place your home. If you cannot successfully recite the Boondock Prayer or properly assign which twin dons the Aequitas and which twin the Veritas tattoo then you will be denied citizenship. No really. Get out. NOW.
If you are still a non-believer in the awesomeness that is Daryl Dixon then consider this: his brother Merle on the show is portrayed by Michael Rooker. Michael Fucking Rooker, people. I’d watch that man narrate a show on how to properly fold towels. Rooker’s Merle character has become an icon of evil and still Daryl Dixon steals the show every damn time. Not too bad for a character that wasn’t even in the original graphic novel.
No, your eyes are not deceiving you- that is a picture of a mini Daryl Dixon figurine and a trading card glued to a picture frame in front of my Daryl Dixon desktop wallpaper. I guess you can say I am somewhat of a fan.
Sometimes, when I’m alone, I imagine Daryl barreling into New Hampshire to rescue me from a horde of killer zombies. He tosses me on the back of his chopper, calling me his “Lil Ass-Kicker.” Then he and I criss-cross the country, mowing down zombies while blazing a path of glorious redneck destruction.
Sigh. If only…