Daryl lowered his bow, but kept it at the ready. he'd become an expert not just at hunting and shooting, but being ready. He could draw the bow and loose an arrow within seconds, with astounding accuracy. He'd have been dead a long time ago, otherwise.
"You sure 'bout that?" Daryl took a couple steps closer to the man. Bright eyes looked him over. He wanted it to be Rick, but he had learned not to trust his eyes in this place.