Of all possible weapons, Rick preferred a gun, partly due to his training but also because he grew up with them. Rick learned to shoot a gun very young thanks to parents who fully upheld the second amendment and practised it often. All the time spent at the shooting range in the past really helped all of them now. Along with Rick's growing appreciation for other weapons, especially hatchets and axes. All the weapons needing the right kind of grip and a greater level of control to wield. How could a crossbow be any different? He just needed to learn the balance of it and it would be another skill in the bag.

"Ya think I can't handle myself, Dixon?" Rick replied, eyebrows raised with his head cocked to the side. The tiny smile on his face kept the words from being taken into an offended category. An offended Rick Grimes happened to be a very dangerous one. But his steady hold on his moods were shaky at best lately having spent too long balancing an entire group towards safety and security.

"Look here, I get to see teacher Daryl," Rick continued, leaning in a little closer towards the other man. "Wonder how hands on ya are." More teasing, mostly to make Daryl uncomfortable because he enjoyed the eyeroll nearly as much as the huffing and under the breath retorts. "Can practise those fancy bird calls of yours while we're at it." Rick had nearly been a hopeless cause when it came to tracking and hunting but Daryl had managed to get him useful there. Helping him to see it like tracking a perp and things had fallen more into place.