"Lady in charged thanked Glenn for cracking her kid one," Daryl points out. "Most of 'em don't know shit, but some of 'em realize there is shit. They gotta start somewhere." He looks at Rick, contemplative. "You learned. You let me teach you."

That first winter, running from the ruins of the farm, Daryl frankly wasn't sure they were going to make it. If they hadn't pulled together, if Rick hadn't learned to hunt with him, learned his bird calls to communicate, if everybody hadn't become decent shots-- they'd have died. Period. But they adapted and they accepted.

"Whatever you say goes, you know that. I'll back you no matter what. I just don't want you to do something you'll regret later. 'Cause I know you will regret it."