A dozen. Only a dozen. Shit, when did Rick get so damn cocky? Whatever. Wasn’t like he could ever control the guy. Twelve walkers weren’t that bad, but Rick’s overconfidence? That’s what’s gonna get ‘em KILLED one fucking day.    

❛❛  Yer a crazy sonovabitch.  ❜❜   Daryl grumbles, but hey- there wasn’t any other option. 

❛❛  Let’s fuckin’ go.  ❜❜  There’s an evident weight of reluctance to his tone, but Daryl marches forward anyway, kicking down the wood holding the door closed, letting a mess of walkers flood in like angry wasps from a hornet’s nest.