Ok, so there weren’t a lot of things Daryl got a kick out of. Living through the damn apocalypse, living in constant fear of being ripped apart, and living with the thought that everyone he knew and loved would eventually die a gruesome death or simply vanish forever, had taken kind of a toll on the man. Back in the day, Daryl could have thought of a million things to laugh about-- sometimes that shit just wasn’t even funny.
But something about watching someone as badass as a crossbow-carrying warrior princess from the 18th century choke on a cigarette made an impression on him, and he couldn’t stop his mouth from splitting into a smile. He let out a small laugh at her expense, though to his credit he was kind enough to put his cigarette between his lips to stop a barrage of chuckles from spilling out.
“No,” he said around the cigarette. “You just get used to it.”