Daryl was too busy to figure out that he wasn't even on Earth anymore. Though there was a familiar voice. Half of him had the mind to think that he was just sucking back a few too many exhaust fumes from his bike, or maybe he'd gotten bitten. How the hell could Rocket be back here? Him and Six had all but vanished at one point.
Glancing around again a large tree...man, yes a tree man managed to come into view. Not only that but the damn thing was barreling towards him like something out of Lord of the Rings or some shit. Daryl looked confused at first, but then again he was friends with Rocket. It really shouldn't be a surprise at this point. "What in the fuckin hell!!!" He yelled out, turning his back on the tree thing and stabbing a walker through the eye.
Nodding his head, he heard Rocket again and knew he wasn't bitten or hallucinating anymore. Somehow he'd managed to find himself somewhere else, and he'd have to ask about that later. "I know what the hell you mean, dammit!" He snorted a bit of a chuckle though. Killing a horde this size could prove to be troublesome, usually and for most people. Daryl on the other hand took far too much joy in the death and demise of these freakish walkers.
"YOUR WORLD?!" He was confused again, but it wasn't always the hardest thing to accomplish with him sometimes. Shaking his head he'd knock down a few more and bash their heads in with the butt of his bow. "...the hell am I, Rocket? You gone and do something?"