Sunday night's season seven premiere of The Walking Dead was intense, emotional, and made me cry enough tears to call Noah to build another Ark. Maybe I'm exaggerating a bit, but when Negan's victims were revealed, I lost my shit.

First of all, Abraham was a character I kind of hated from the beginning. I mean, he's rude, loud, overly cocky, and treats Rosita like trash. His death made me want to vomit, but as far as emotions go, I laughed. Who says "suck my nuts," while having their head bashed in? Abraham. They couldn't have played his death out in a better way. His last words were absolutely perfect, but then Darryl has to go ape shit.

The second Darryl opens his mouth, I thought he was gone. I saw his life flash before MY eyes and almost hit the power button. That's when the tears started flowing and my blood pressure started rising. YOU CANNOT KILL DARRYL DIXON.

Of course you can't. You go after one of the most beloved characters instead. You make the world cry, rip apart a relationship, and murder the father of an unborn child. Thanks, Darryl. You should have kept your mouth shut.

Then you have the hand situation. For most of the episode it seems as though Neagan is going to cut Rick's hand off, with this own axe. Nope. In the end, he forces Rick to CUT CARL'S ARM OFF! Thank God Rick is a chicken, and Carl man's up because Negan changes his mind. This made me gain respect for Carl, who I hated since day one. He's finally growing up and doing what Rick can't and it's beautiful.

So far, I love Negan despite the fact that he's a psychotic dickface. I mean, Jeffrey Dean Morgan is hot and is PERFECT for the character. Negan has a personality and sick sense of humor that makes his brutal murders, kind of funny. I dread the day his life ends. We all know it's going to eventually.