Daryl’s already squinted eyes narrow with suspicion as he lowers his weapon a smidge, head tilting with slight curiosity.   ❛❛  Ya don’t know?  ❜❜  

How the hell hadn’t this guy run into a walker by now? And walking around with no apparent weapons? What the fuck?   ❛❛  You got any weapons, drop ‘em.  ❜❜