Daryl shrugged off the compliment with a loose and casual roll of his shoulders. He appreciated it, certainly. But he'd never learned how to take any kind of praise, he was far too used to being beat down instead.
"I reckon that ain't a bad idea." Especially with all that was going on now. Too late Daryl had realised when he went off with Dumbledore, he had left people he cared about unprotected. Not that he thought they couldn't take care of themselves, he knew for fact that Rick could hold his own in a tight situation, and sensed the same was true about Jo. But he'd gone off and left them, and if anything had happened to either of them, or him out there in the field...He shook his head to try and dispel those thoughts.
"Seems like maybe Jo don't mind, neither. You should meet Rick. Him and me, we was back in Georgia together." Daryl didn't have a deep southern accent, but his speech patterns clearly indicated a backwoods upbringing. Education just hadn't been important when he was a kid, not when literally surviving the day, and the night was sometimes questionable.
Daryl took another pull off his water bottle. He'd nearly drained it already, and he was still sweating profusely.