"They'll be watching like that if you don't quit actin' so paranoid and wound up," Daryl counters, though there's no hostility in his voice. He gets it, he does. He just wants to give Rick something else to consider, too. "It's broadcasting from you, man. Reckon I should find you in the dark just lookin' for the 'I don't trust nobody' rays."

He huffs as he steps closer again. "'Cause I know what they look like." Remember Daryl in the early days? What a trainwreck. He's still a trainwreck, but now he trusts his people. Daryl reaches over and lays a hand on the back of Rick's bicep, pushing his fingers into the muscle where it's going to hurt tomorrow. "Stretch in here. And yeah, sure. We'll find a spot to stash somethin'."