Review of Walking Dead: Daryl Dixon Season Three

I remember when I first watched an episode of The Walking Dead, an American post-apocalyptic horror drama of the Zombie kind, I was entranced. Still, little did I think I would be watching one of many spin-offs fifteen years later. I guess that the joy of watching people getting eaten alive was also missing from other people’s lives.

The third season of The Walking Dead: Daryl Dixon proves that this spinoff isn’t just surviving — it’s thriving. After two strong installments set against the haunting backdrop of post-apocalyptic France, Season 3 expands the world once again with confidence, style, and surprising emotional depth.

Norman Reedus delivers one of his most nuanced performances yet as Daryl. He’s still the gruff, resourceful loner we’ve always known, but this season gives him space to show real growth — vulnerability, reflection, and a renewed sense of purpose. Watching him evolve from a weary wanderer into a reluctant leader and mentor feels deeply satisfying, especially for fans who’ve followed him since the early days of The Walking Dead.

It’s humorous to think now that when he first appeared, I was sure he could not be trusted and would come to a quick end. I’m sure there is a lesson in there somewhere.

One of the biggest highlights is the long-awaited reunion with Melissa McBride’s Carol Peletier. Their chemistry is nothing short of electric — equal parts tenderness, tension, and mutual respect. Every scene between them is a reminder of why their bond remains one of the emotional cores of the entire Walking Dead universe. Together, they bring a warmth and familiarity that beautifully contrasts with the harshness of the world around them.

Visually, Season 3 is stunning. The European landscapes — this time making powerful use of Spain’s dramatic scenery — give the show a unique texture and sense of scale. The cinematography is gorgeous, balancing moody atmosphere with bursts of kinetic action. It’s clear that AMC has invested heavily in production quality, and it pays off: this season looks and feels more cinematic than ever.

The writing, too, feels sharper and more purposeful. Themes of faith, survival, and belonging run through every episode, but they’re handled with restraint and maturity. The show doesn’t rely solely on zombie horror — it explores what it truly means to rebuild and to believe in something again after the end of the world.

Nothing’s perfect, though. Some of the landscapes just didn’t look apocalyptic enough. It looked too ordered. The show needs one of its main characters, whether in a spin-off or not, to die an agonizing death. I need to feel some dread.

Season 3 gets five stars out of five from me. It’s currently available on Sky Max.

The Walking Dead

It was with much glee and satisfaction, that I got to tell my younger brother, whose actually a pretty auld fella by now, that no, watching “The Walking Dead” was not a waste of time. You see, a study has come out showing that those who watch horror and apocalyptic films were not only better prepared for the times of coronavirus, but also showed greater psychological resilience. In fact, it was described as an “evolutionary gift” that apparently has been coded into my DNA.

People may have thought that as I laughed at people being torn apart on television and screamed “die, die” that I was simply a mild psychopath. Or when I said that they should just abandon the weak, that I was just mean. When in reality I was learning how to survive a catastrophe and complex situations through living vicariously through others. Maybe, this is why I wanted them to have the odd shag now and then? So, no need to be concerned about me whatsoever.

The run on the shops. Tick. I saw it coming. Although for this particular disaster, not really warranted.

So the Covid parties, tick. Zombie parties always get a good attendance. I’m just so surprised it took so long for them to start.

Poor people getting screwed over – honestly, was it ever any other way?

Americans buying up all the Remsdivir? Not so much. Such assholes, eh?

Yeah, I know it’s a bit disappointing that we don’t actually have the undead rumbling through our streets, hungry for human flesh. Apart from being, unbelievably cool and terrifying, there’s just not that much use for all the crossbows and torture equipment I made either. And yes, it would have been nice to see people being eaten alive, but I guess we’ll just have to make due with what we have, make the most of it so to speak.

And anyways, who knows what could happen next?

Working from home (comedy)

Many people are saying that that this corona thing (didn’t that used to mean something else?) is going to have some very long lasting implications, one of which is this working from home malarkey.  It’s like we all have been involuntarily put forward for some crazed experiment.

So, I thought that I’d put forward my own personal list of pros and cons, which hopefully won’t get me fired (for the record this is completely fictional, just like all the work I do).

Pro                                                                        Con

No commuting                                                    I get to work faster

Little supervision                                               Parents wondering why I’m watching tv

Freedom                                                               Created my own prison cell

No distractions                                                   Catching up with The Walking Dead

Isolation                                                                Getting lonely

So, as you can see I’m quite conflicted, which is just so not like me at all.  The big worry naturally is that I might boost my productivity.  Heaven forbid!  That would be a disaster, raising expectations is the last thing I want to do.  Hey, they might not want me to come back at all sure then.

Oh how I miss the simpler times – clocking in, clocking out.  The day had its own natural rythm.  Always make sure there were pages covering your desk so people would think your busy.  Make sure it sounds like you know what your talking about.  Hopefully, the good days will return someday.