"Don't fucking touch me." Daryl slapped at the hand, and jerked away from the touch. He drew his bow up, ready to shoot a bolt into the young girl. Obviously she wasn't a walker, because walkers didn't talk, but she startled him and she was damn lucky he didn't fire on instinct.
"The fuck do you think you're doing? You don't sneak up on nobody like that." Daryl kept the bow in the ready position. She might not be a walker, but that didn't mean she was a friend, either, and sometimes it was better to kill first and ask question later.