[Daryl's face had done more than fall when he'd been unable to find his way back home after that first day he'd been lost- he'd spent pretty much the entirety of the second one bawling his eyes out before finally sacking up and making the decision to take care of himself...

But then, it'd been just him and the woods back then. This little girl has the walkers to dealwith too. Daryl feels for her, really, he does.] Okay, okay. You're lookin' for your people. [He nods; he's not gonna push it... Even though he has his doubts about a child finding much of anything in these woods.]

Yesterday, huh? [Face visibly softening, he reaches a hand into his pocket- slowly, of course, he doesn't want the kid to think he's going for a weapon- and pulls out a string of jerky.] You gotta be hungry. Here-- [Carefully he takes a step forward, jerky outstretched. He's aware he probably isn't exactly the most friendly looking asshole around, all covered in dirt and sweat from stomping around in the woods, but he's trying. He should ask her her name. That's friendly, right?] What's your name?