"I don't know," Rick said, shrugging his shoulders. "Maybe." But Daryl had been the one to spearhead the search for Sophia, back before he and Rick had really gotten to know each other all that well. Rick suspected there was family loyalty in Daryl all along, some desire that Rick had merely helped to nurture. Maybe sometimes the apple didn't fall far from the tree, but sometimes the seed could be carried a long way before it put down roots.
"Anyway, I'm glad they're not here. Don't trust this place not to turn around and bite us in the ass."