"Yeah yeah, hands on, my boot in your ass," he grumbles, easy. Friendly bickering with Rick is easy. It's not a competition like it was with Merle, not on-edge posturing like it was with everyone else he was surrounded by before the world ended. Just ... normal. Something Daryl had never had.

"If you wanna give it a go in the dark, you're gonna be the one hunting for stray arrows," he warns. He's not worried, though. Rick's a fast learner, no matter what the subject is. And this is good - gets the both of their minds off of various shit. Daryl could do with something, anything that's not sitting on one porch or the other and agonize over his place in Alexandria.