Since when had Daryl become a voice of reason and not the kick ass first, ask questions later one? Although, in the past, Daryl had navigated him away from a few rather foul choices. It made him think of the dynamic he once shared with Shane and even thinking of the man caused a pang to flood through him. But it only strengthened Daryl's point, frustratingly enough. "You think they'd let us teach 'em?" Rick asked, grabbing for the glass to take another sip. He couldn't seem to take in enough water and actually having it at all felt like a novelty in a way.

"Alright, alright, you win, Daryl. Won't make a move just yet but we gotta think of some plans just in case. Map out some things to make sure our people will be okay," Rick voiced after a long stretch of silence on his part. He tended to fall into thought a lot lately, always considering and planning things. He never really rested. "Maggie suggested hidin' weapons round the place." Something Carol had oddly went against and Rick couldn't figure out why yet. They were all playing parts for the time being but what angle did Carol win with hers?

Setting the glass aside again, he leaned back on his hands. "If we make this work, we can start a new life here. Won't have to be runnin' all the time, lookin' over our shoulders."

Sounded too good to be true, though.