Ho. Ly. Shit. If nothing else, The Walking Dead knows how to deliver a finale. That finale was about as grande a finale as you could have hoped for.
This review is going to be mostly a fanboy schpiel on how great it was, and it'll be chalk-full of spoilers so read at your own risk.
Daryl's crew caught up with Rick's crew. The easy/fun time with Rick, Michonne and Carl came to and end as Rick bit through Joe's throat and Michonne went nuts with her sword. Rick then lost his shit a little bit, although I can't say that I blame him. Daryl did his best to make sure there was no violence but that clearly didn't work. The only takeaway from this is that Rick, Daryl and Michonne are fucking badasses who don't take no shit from no one.
Daryl and Rick had a heartfelt talk where Rick owned up to the horrible shit he's done, but it's to protect him and his kid. Humans are capable of horrible shit under the right circumstances, and at least Rick understands that.
Anyway, Daryl rejoins his group and they make it to Terminus. All seems well, briefly, until we see that these Terminus asshole are cannibals. After a brief chase through Terminus they end up locked in a train with the rest of the crew.
This was everything we love about The Walking Dead. Zombies. Reunions. Salvation that turns into terror. A major cliffhanger. October is a long way away, but I'm excited about what Season 5 of The Walking Dead will bring.