Yeah, using the one bolt is the way to go - it's dark and the ground is dense with leaves; he can't exactly head down to the sporting goods store to buy more. As Rick goes to dig around again, Daryl hears an all too familiar shuffling noise, and waits with keen ears for a walker to stagger out of the dark. He stabs it in the head and shoves it away, rolling it with one foot so it doesn't infringe on their little game here.

"Think of it like a rifle with a shotgun kick," he suggests. "If your arm isn't steady enough to hold it real still after you load it, put the nose on the ground and pull it back like that."

The most pain in the ass part of any crowssbow is loading it. Daryl doesn't have any pulley-assist gadgets on there, it's the full draw weight - which is why his arms look the way they do. "C'mon. Up." He walks closer, standing just behind Rick's shoulder and getting him to hold the bow up so he can adjust his form, moving Rick's arm and positioning his hands.