Tara's good people. Daryl mostly stares blankly at her, but they've gotten closer since... Denise. He likes her - always has, but he's also always been bad at getting closer to people. (Shut up, Jesus, you don't count.)
"Shauna," Daryl explains, nodding at the woman-- who he has to approve of, silently, because she immediately hands the gun over to Daryl, grip-fist. "Got picked up by those folks a while back, with her sister." Pause there, wondering if he should mention further, but the stricken look on Shauna's face probably says it all. "Asked for help, so." He shrugs. Don't look at him, he didn't do anything, shutupshutup. Michonne's looking at him, expression definitely like she's trying not to smile, and Daryl grunts that he's going to see if Rick found Carl and just
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"Shauna," Daryl explains, nodding at the woman-- who he has to approve of, silently, because she immediately hands the gun over to Daryl, grip-fist. "Got picked up by those folks a while back, with her sister." Pause there, wondering if he should mention further, but the stricken look on Shauna's face probably says it all. "Asked for help, so." He shrugs. Don't look at him, he didn't do anything, shutupshutup. Michonne's looking at him, expression definitely like she's trying not to smile, and Daryl grunts that he's going to see if Rick found Carl and just
bails
peace