Over the course of the past few months, Rick had notice how Daryl seemed more comfortable around him. The linger touches, the looks the other man probably didn't know Rick saw. He didn't quite know what it all meant but he liked it all the same and he knew he would fall apart without Daryl. They kept each other balanced in a way he hadn't experienced since before things ended with Shane. The world had changed Shane but he couldn't really judge now when the very same happened to him.

Letting out a huff, Rick went over to the tree to pull the bolt out, twirling it between his fingers on his way back into position. He loaded the thing and let Daryl move him all around again to try it. "I like learnin' this but I'll stick to guns and the axe," Rick voiced, eyeing the tree for a moment before giving another attempt. He hit the same area, causing a pleased look to cross his face. He preferred being proactive and doing things, rather than 'relaxing' or just sitting about in any sort of way. Idle hands worked very against Rick.

Getting the bolt, he loaded it and looked over at Daryl. "Ya miss farmer Rick?" he questioned with a teasing air to his voice as well. "I kinda miss him. Don't know why they haven't already tried growin' stuff here. Real important now with resources getting more and more scarce." He nodded his head, considering it a little more. "You plan on helpin' me? Maybe we can go look for supplies tomorrow?"