Supernatural VS The Walking Dead
I’ve been a fan of Supernatural since the very first episode aired, revolving around a Woman in White, the very first “monster” introduced on the show. What’s not to like about two sexy brothers who’d die for each other driving around the country in a kick-ass black Impala hunting monsters and saving people? I’ve mentioned the TV show repeatedly in my Promise Me Series, ahhed over photos and videos of the luscious Dean, and went so far as to sing a duet to “Carry on my Wayward Son” with my fellow author Tori Ridgewood when she visited me this summer and we were driving about in my black car (sadly NOT an Impala).
First off, what is so compelling about these shows? My personal view is the characters, hands down. Both shows are not afraid to show a really dark side to their “heroes” and a very human side to their “villains.” The theme for both series is often that the ends justifies the means, that in fighting a war for survival, you do whatever it takes to win, no matter what that might be. Rick Grimes, Daryl Dixon, Michonne, and Carol of Walking Dead have shown over and over that they have what it takes to survive, even if their choices are horrific. Similarly, Dean and Sam of Supernatural have also given their all for what they think is right, though ruthlessness came a bit late to Sam, who had to die and come back to gain his killing edge. Yet in all the gore and horror and death, both shows retain their heart; within Supernatural in the love between the brothers and their willingness to do anything to protect one another, and within Walking Dead in Rick’s group’s willingness to protect baby Judith and try to retain what small amount of their humanity is left to them in the wake of all the horror of their everyday lives.
Which show is more successful? It depends on how you measure success. Walking Dead has a far broader audience with a huge Twitter base (Talking Dead, a show decided to recapping the most recent episode of WD and airs directly after each new episode, holds a Twitter contest several times during the show, with winners to trivia questions winning points) and also a new spin-off series called Fear the Walking Dead. Supernatural has a much smaller fan base, but they are very devoted, and the show will shortly begin its eleventh season, with no signs of being put out to pasture. Yes, monster lovers, that’s two seasons more than even the now iconic Buffy the Vampire Slayer.
So what’s my final comparison? Supernatural wins hands down for humor and for sheer recklessness in episodes. Between the episode where Sam is locked in a sort of Groundhog Day and must watch Dean die in all kinds of inventive ways, and the several episodes where both brothers come face to face with their alternate universe characters (solving a murder at a Supernatural Convention, meeting the writer who penned the Supernatural series the brothers have been living, and then being stuck in the “real” world on the Supernatural film set as their characters and having to pretend they are actors), this TV show has literally gone further and stranger than any other that I know. The one-liners are priceless, particularly the lines of Crowley, the current king of Hell, when he interacts with the duo who he dubs “Moose” (Sam) and “Squirrel” (Dean) after Rocky and Bullwinkle. Entire websites are devoted to Supernatural slang and various terms and jokes in the series. As much as I love Walking Dead, there were and are times that series just too grim for me to watch.
Still, I will say when it comes to compelling episodes, Walking Dead wins hands down. Episodes like TS-19, where Rick Grimes and Co. visit the CDC to gain answers on what the hell caused zombification, always leave me tearful and hoping that I’m appreciating my life enough. It’s central message, that you always think there is going to be enough time to do everything you want in life and that one day the clock will run out before you’re ready is going to stay with me the rest of my days.
So what say you, fans? Tell me which show is your favorite, or why you love both! Random commenter will win a 25$ Amazon gift card!
More Supernatural VS Walking Dead is happily found below on YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DybYf6pbsDMSupernatural meets Walking Dead
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uscc147xiVs
Daryl Dixon and Dean Winchester
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5WS4KznVDks
Supernatural, Walking Dead style
(Supernatural Opening Credit Pics with Walking Dead Opening Credit music)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QegdXJyVNew
Sundown & Serena (Promise Me Series Book #12)
About the Author:
Tara Fox Hall’s writing credits include nonfiction, erotica, horror, suspense, action-adventure, children’s stories, and contemporary and historical paranormal romance. She is the author of the paranormal fantasy Lash series and the paranormal romantic drama Promise Me series. Tara divides her free time unequally between writing novels and short stories, chainsawing firewood, caring for stray animals, sewing cat and dog beds for donation to animal shelters, and target practice. All of her published children’s stories to date are free reads on www.childrens-stories.net.
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by Tara Fox Hall
Neither human stripper Sundown nor virgin were-halfbreed Serena knew how their futures would change when catalyst vampire Devlin Dalcon walked into their lives. Sundown was just looking to party and forget her tragic past; Serena was hoping for excitement and love, to be swept away from the dull routine of her short-order cook job and solitary life. Will these very different women finally face their fears in time to seize their own dreams of happiness?
Neither human stripper Sundown nor virgin were-halfbreed Serena knew how their futures would change when catalyst vampire Devlin Dalcon walked into their lives. Sundown was just looking to party and forget her tragic past; Serena was hoping for excitement and love, to be swept away from the dull routine of her short-order cook job and solitary life. Will these very different women finally face their fears in time to seize their own dreams of happiness?
Excerpt: Chapter One
It felt like the day from hell. Everything had gone wrong for me. I’d gotten hit on by an overzealous, middle-aged buffoon who’d fondled me intimately on his second lap dance. That had put me off so much, I’d been a beat behind when I took my turn onstage. The men in the audience hadn’t cared, but I had. I liked to think I was the most sought after girl in Hotcakes, and how could I, feeling like some amateur her first night on the pole.
“Shit.” I drank my seven-and-seven down in a gulp, and decided to pay my tab. It was time to go home.
Leaving some money on the bar, I motioned to Bill, the head bouncer at Hotcakes. He came over grinning snidely, his tanned face sharp, yet still friendly. “Another, Sundown?”
“No,” I said tiredly, getting to my feet. “I should go home.”
He leaned in close. “Even though you’ve got a fan still here?”
I gave him a look that said he’d better not annoy me in the mood I
was in. “What are you talking about?”
“That guy in the corner,” he said, with a discreet hand gesture. “He
came in when you were on stage. He watched your set like he’d never seen a woman before.”
“Good for him,” I said dispassionately, though inside I was pleased to hear of the special attention. “It’s nice I can still give a man a lift, even as bad as I was.”
“You weren’t bad,” Bill replied seriously. “Just off by a few seconds.”
“Not good enough,” I replied stiffly. “I strive for perfection. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
As I went for my coat, a soft yet deep voice called out, “Please wait.”
I turned back to see my admirer coming toward me. As men went— especially compared to the type who came in here usually—he was a solid nine. He was handsome, tall, and his body was nicely muscular without being too bulky. He looked sort of young for some reason, yet I reasoned that he had to be at least twenty-one for Bill to have let him in the door. His straight dark hair was pulled sharply back in a short ponytail, which made me think he was older than the early twenties I pegged him for. That hairstyle wasn’t popular with the twenty-something crowd, and the clothes he was wearing also spoke to him being at least thirty-something.
“Can I take you for coffee?” he asked softly, his dark eyes staring at my breasts before looking up to my face.
At least he’s close to my age. It was nice to have a man come on to me who wasn’t old enough to be my father...wait. The stranger’s eyes had seemed red for a moment. Now they were dark again. It must have been a trick of the light. The bartender had just shut off the flashing neon signs in the front windows and announced last call. Maybe it had been the glare of the strobe lights that were still going strong? Maybe I’m drunker than I thought...Nah.
“Or something to eat,” the stranger added, when I didn’t reply. “You look like you could use a good meal.”
“Listen, buddy,” I replied sarcastically. “This isn’t Pretty Woman, got it? I’m not looking for a savior.”
“What woman is these days?” he stated bitterly. “I was just offering company, if you wanted some.”
I was surprised that someone so young could sound so bitter. Maybe he only looked young. Or maybe he’d had a childhood like mine. I reached out and ran my hands over his chest. His muscles bunched reflexively under my hands, making a shiver of desire snake its way through my body.
Maybe this is a good way to end the night. “What are you offering?” I said suggestively, giving him my best bedroom eyes.
It felt like the day from hell. Everything had gone wrong for me. I’d gotten hit on by an overzealous, middle-aged buffoon who’d fondled me intimately on his second lap dance. That had put me off so much, I’d been a beat behind when I took my turn onstage. The men in the audience hadn’t cared, but I had. I liked to think I was the most sought after girl in Hotcakes, and how could I, feeling like some amateur her first night on the pole.
“Shit.” I drank my seven-and-seven down in a gulp, and decided to pay my tab. It was time to go home.
Leaving some money on the bar, I motioned to Bill, the head bouncer at Hotcakes. He came over grinning snidely, his tanned face sharp, yet still friendly. “Another, Sundown?”
“No,” I said tiredly, getting to my feet. “I should go home.”
He leaned in close. “Even though you’ve got a fan still here?”
I gave him a look that said he’d better not annoy me in the mood I
was in. “What are you talking about?”
“That guy in the corner,” he said, with a discreet hand gesture. “He
came in when you were on stage. He watched your set like he’d never seen a woman before.”
“Good for him,” I said dispassionately, though inside I was pleased to hear of the special attention. “It’s nice I can still give a man a lift, even as bad as I was.”
“You weren’t bad,” Bill replied seriously. “Just off by a few seconds.”
“Not good enough,” I replied stiffly. “I strive for perfection. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
As I went for my coat, a soft yet deep voice called out, “Please wait.”
I turned back to see my admirer coming toward me. As men went— especially compared to the type who came in here usually—he was a solid nine. He was handsome, tall, and his body was nicely muscular without being too bulky. He looked sort of young for some reason, yet I reasoned that he had to be at least twenty-one for Bill to have let him in the door. His straight dark hair was pulled sharply back in a short ponytail, which made me think he was older than the early twenties I pegged him for. That hairstyle wasn’t popular with the twenty-something crowd, and the clothes he was wearing also spoke to him being at least thirty-something.
“Can I take you for coffee?” he asked softly, his dark eyes staring at my breasts before looking up to my face.
At least he’s close to my age. It was nice to have a man come on to me who wasn’t old enough to be my father...wait. The stranger’s eyes had seemed red for a moment. Now they were dark again. It must have been a trick of the light. The bartender had just shut off the flashing neon signs in the front windows and announced last call. Maybe it had been the glare of the strobe lights that were still going strong? Maybe I’m drunker than I thought...Nah.
“Or something to eat,” the stranger added, when I didn’t reply. “You look like you could use a good meal.”
“Listen, buddy,” I replied sarcastically. “This isn’t Pretty Woman, got it? I’m not looking for a savior.”
“What woman is these days?” he stated bitterly. “I was just offering company, if you wanted some.”
I was surprised that someone so young could sound so bitter. Maybe he only looked young. Or maybe he’d had a childhood like mine. I reached out and ran my hands over his chest. His muscles bunched reflexively under my hands, making a shiver of desire snake its way through my body.
Maybe this is a good way to end the night. “What are you offering?” I said suggestively, giving him my best bedroom eyes.
Tara Fox Hall’s writing credits include nonfiction, erotica, horror, suspense, action-adventure, children’s stories, and contemporary and historical paranormal romance. She is the author of the paranormal fantasy Lash series and the paranormal romantic drama Promise Me series. Tara divides her free time unequally between writing novels and short stories, chainsawing firewood, caring for stray animals, sewing cat and dog beds for donation to animal shelters, and target practice. All of her published children’s stories to date are free reads on www.childrens-stories.net.
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