"Ain't you a sight," Daryl said from down the hall. He moved toward the familiar figure of his best friend. He and Rick had been through hell together, and apart only to find their way back to each other. Hell of a thing, that. And of course Daryl had no idea Rick hadn't yet lived through all of it.
His clothes were barely an upgrade from rags. His shoes were worn to almost nothing. His hair hung limp and unwashed in his face and a good couple inches past his shoulders. He probably looked older than Rick remembered him to be, and he definitely looked older than his years.