"I didn't know that people stalked the first livin' person they see, now adays. I usually stay 'way from 'em." Daryl informed her with a bit of an annoyed growl to his tone. "Dunno, maybe you should be tryin' to find somewhere safe? Tha's what I'd do."
"Well, how 'bout this. You stay away from me, or I'll shoot you, and then you will be bleedin' internally and I won't do shit about it." Daryl replied with a deep glare. "Jus' 'cause I'm here doesn't mean there's others. How you know I ain't by myself jus' mindin' my own damn business?" Daryl shifts slightly, still holding his gun in his hand. He usually doesn't just stand around and chat, it's too dangerous, but so far the woods have been clear. Awkwardly clear. That, and it's not like Daryl is just going to tell this stranger where camp is, because the last time someone did that, it worked out so well, and absolutely no one got kidnapped or hurt.