Daryl doesn't coming running, instead approaching the wall at an angle, picking through the surrounding trees to stay hidden. The burned-out shell of what used to be the guard tower offers for decent cover, and he whistles a quiet Over here that sounds like absent bird chatter.

No Saviors, but some bullshit's still going on-- he can feel the barely-restrained violence already boiling in him. Doesn't matter if these are Saviors or not, if there's enough wrong for Paul to signal him like that, and there are strangers in his home, with his people, he's just. Going to kill them. That's that.

He waits, though, looking down towards the gate at Paul. What's the play?