Daryl sighed. "Times like this, I wonder if we're really better off here." Not that he wanted to go back to the zombie apocalypse, but at least he knew what to expect, and he knew what his role was there. Every day he woke up was counted as a miracle, and sometimes there were surprise attacks or whatever, but the enemy was, more or less, a known entity. Here there was too much uncertainty, too many possibilities to prepare for them.
"And times like this 'M glad you're here with me," he added, once again looking Rick over. He trusted the others from their group, sure, but none so much as he trusted Rick. He knew Rick had his back, whatever happened.