Trying to explain your fandom to others without seeming like a Fruit Loop is hard.

My favorite husband gave up on The Walking Dead after a few episodes. For some reason, during season eight, he decided to watch an episode with me. We curled up on the couch. I attempted to clarify a few things.

“That’s Jesus,” I said.

Grant gave me a look.

“That’s the King. He has a tiger… ohhhhh dear. Let me amend that. The King had a tiger.”

Grant’s lips pursed, but I continued. “Now this guy, he gonna say he’s Negan. He’s not Negan. The other dude… also gonna say…