Swiftly turning and starting towards the stairs, her stomach nearly turned into ice as she gulped down the growing lump in her throat. Coming face to face with the hollowed door, she nearly thought twice about knocking, but then remember Rick and Carol's ongoing encouragement. It would also be pretty pathetic to chicken out of doing something like this when she has faced down scarier creatures in dark alleys, so to speak.

Knuckles tapping against the wood, a voice comes beyond the door. "Come on in."

After feeling her mouth dried out entirely, she opened the door before poking her head cautiously around it, eyeing Daryl lingering form on the bed, blankets tucked up high to his chin.

"Daryl." She moved across the room, so flooded with nervous energy that it may as well have been radiating off her in waves. "I came on up to check on ya. How are ya doin'? Feelin' any betta'?"

"What cha think?" Daryl grumbled.

His mood wasn't what anyone could have called the greatest, but who could blame him, he was shot after all and in all likelihood it would only proceed to get worse if everyone continued to voiced their concern.

"And you can stop pacing any time now." His narrowed eyes trailed her as she moved back and forth over the span of the small bedroom. "Ain't like I ain't annoyed enough with people comin' in and outta the room checkin' up on me."

Another awkward stare down coupled with a long pause interrupted only by Daryl's impatience. "What cha here for? Don't ya got betta' things to do, Ami?"

Scoffing, Ami rolled her eyes before taking a seat on the mattress, avoiding his stare as she gazed off towards the open window. "You should be thankful anyone comes to see your ass."

Taking a deep breath, she tried to think of something, anything other than just how uncomfortable she was. "I... Uh..."

"Heard you went after Andrea."

"It just pissed me off that she nearly killed ya." She spoke up, fingers trailing along the hem of the sheets. "Rick and Shane had to pulled me off before I could do any real damage. Though I busted up her face a bit, she'll be alright."

Ami sighed and flipped her eyes to the ground. "No common sense, I swear."

He jumped in. "She just wanna prove herself."

Eyes shifting without warning towards Daryl, forcing his heart into his throat, she spat. "It doesn't matta'. She should've thought twice before shooting. Who knows what could've happen..."

"What's it to you?"

Tense would have been an understatement when describing the mood in the room and Ami was quite certain it was capable of deteriorating further with but a small nudge.

"I care about you..." She murmured, brow furrowed as she heaved a sigh. "And almost everyone I've care about up to now, has died."

She cursed herself inwardly for admitting that, her face falling slightly, silence welcomed them. Rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly, Daryl was the first to break the silence. "What a good shot she got, huh? Just about graze my head."

Chuckling, Ami folded her arms across her chest and turned her attention to the ground. "Off by a few meters, she could have definitely taken you out, for sure."

Biting her lip in nervously, his hand slowly moved on top of hers, the fingers of the hunter moved over her palm before entwining them together. Ami's fingers clasped around his hand as his grip tightened slightly, thumb tracing circles on the back of her hand.

Smirking, he tossed her a side ways glanced. "Stay a while. I wouldn't mind the company."

Shaking her head in amusement, Ami flashed him a smile. "So... Tell me about this 'Chupacabra' I keep hearin' 'bout."