Every now and again, Daryl would give random insights to his life before everything happened and the world ended, something Rick always appreciated. He enjoyed getting to know everyone better but found the task harder with someone as standoffish as Daryl. The man didn't easily let anyone near, except for him and Carol it appeared. It made him wonder if he and Carol were really close. He would be happy for them, of course.

"A lot of animals now probably have that diet," Rick reasoned with a tiny shrug of his shoulder. "We've probably eaten few things that munched on walkers." He hoped not and tried to not think too much about it.

Going off to grab the bolt, Rick loaded with again with a low grunt of his own. He had new respect for how quickly Daryl managed to handle the crossbow. "Just lemme know when and I'll rub them for you," Rick offered with a smirk because he knew Daryl wouldn't accept the offer. "You can do my shoulders in return. Swingin' an axe round gets to ya." More teasing.

"Tomorrow we can set up those lessons and go on a run. Sure Rosita will be up for teachin'." Rosita knew how to do most things they asked of her, which always impressed Rick. "Same with Sasha. Don't reckon Carol will." Carol seemed to be playing up another kind of part. "Don't think they'll want the younger ones learnin' yet. Mistake, though."