With the others, Rick would leave well enough alone but when it came to Daryl, he tended to push a little more than he normally would, something he never really explored for too long as to why. He never had an answer, really, but Daryl's opinion mattered and Rick knew without the other man he would crush under the weight of expectations and demands. To the need to be higher than his own humanity and to not fail when things mattered most, which tended to be nearly all the time. But, oh, how many times he failed in the past, something his blood soaked skin displayed all the time. The scars hidden beneath the surface as a constant ache of pain. He deserved it, though, and it only served to make him push harder, far beyond any sort of normal limitations.

"Yeah," Rick drawled out, fingertips running along the railing absently or so it seemed to be. He kept testing things around them to see the give and the durability just in case. Everything existed as a 'just in case' with Rick. His mind constantly swirling with worst case scenarios to try and not fail yet again for the others, for his kids.

Moving to rest on his knees in front of Daryl, he tilted his head to the side to regard him for a moment. "Do you?" he eventually asked, pushing, always pushing. His eyes drifted out to the streets, seeing a few people rushing off to slip inside before night fully descended on them all and it made Rick wonder how much time they spent beyond the walls. If the people knew the full extent of the horror. His group did all too well and Rick really did want things to shift for them.

The law of averages.

"Carol reminded me to tell ya that you need to get a shower in and eat somethin'. Don't want her to come out here and force ya, do you?" They both knew the woman would do it too because once her mind set to something nothing changed it. A quality Rick both admired and found exasperating.