Daryl leaned his hip against the front of the RV, eyeing the engine. It looked to be in pretty good shape, he tightened this and tapped that, but really he was just killing time until they left. From where he was he had a good view of Rick, watching him talk to Carl, and he was startled when someone came up behind him.

He was too controlled to jump, his only acknowledgement of the doctor behind him a small grunt. "What do you want?"

At first there was no answer, just a bag tapped against his side. He took the hint, tearing his eyes away from Rick to look at her.

She smiled at him, "Here, homemade oat cake. Complex carbohydrates, omega 3s."

Daryl eyed it before glancing up at her face, uncomfortable with the friendly gesture. He was used to Alexandria, to living somewhere where they were a community, but he still wasn't used to anything like this.

"Nah, I'm good. Gonna make a pit stop, I'll pick up something then."

"Like... rabies?" Her tone was teasing, and Daryl was surprised when it didn't make his hackles rise, it actually made him almost smile before he forced it down and went back to what he was doing.

She was still there though, "Is this because I tried to get you that stuff?" He leaned back for a moment, catching Rick out of the corner of his eye and watched him pace around with Judith. Something in his stomach clenched at that, and it made him forget where he was for a second.

"Yea." Her tone had dropped to a soothing sound, almost sad and when he looked back to her she clearly knew exactly who he had been looking at. "And you remind me of someone I used to know." She gave him a pointed look and just to break it up he reached for the bag.

"Hope it taste better than it looks, cause it looks like shit." At one point his words would have offended her, but he found a good humor tone had slipped through his words and instead she smiled at him.

"Shit is better than road kill." Her eyes drifted towards Rick again and she met Daryl's eyes for a second before looking away. "Right. Anyway, just eat it." She reached up like she was going to touch his arm but thought better of it, shooting him one more sad smile before heading back to her house. He watched her go, Tara was waiting for her and they easily moved in to each other's arms and he was suddenly uncomfortable.

Everything in the vehicle was done, but he stayed by it, watching Jesus leave the house at Michonne's side and desperation wound around his insides, he felt like he was being replaced.

They were all loading on, Jesus one of the first and Daryl finished what he was doing heading for the door. He was to it when he saw Rick and he held back, letting the other man go first, ducking his head when Rick glanced his way so he couldn't see his face. He knew the other man could read him like a book and they had other things to worry about at the moment.

Inside the RV Michonne took the front seat next to Rick and Daryl was used to that. However when he went to slip into the seat just behind her, where he could see the road and discuss with Rick what was happening he came up short. Jesus was already there and it made sense, he had to give directions, he had to be at Rick's right hand if anything happened so Daryl ducked his head and slid into one of the bench seats, keeping his eyes out the window.

The RV started to rumble along and he was content staying right where he was, when his foot was nudged. He looked up, expecting it to be Glenn or Maggie and felt the glare slide over his face when instead Jesus' eyes were on him. It was too close of quarters to talk, to say anything, and Daryl hoped the other man wasn't dumb enough to say something here.

Without meaning to his eyes darted from Jesus up to the front, focusing on Rick's hand on Michonne's leg and he didn't realize he made a sound until Abraham spoke up.

"You okay?"

"What?"

Abraham had been talking to Glenn but now he was looking at Daryl, a strange look on his face. "You uh... you made a sound. You hurt?"

"I'm fine." He could feel Rick's eyes on him in the rearview mirror, he didn't even have to look to know but he stared resolutely out the window, refusing to acknowledge him.

He was doing a poor job of keeping lookout, staring blankly out the window when the RV started to slow down. Immediately he looked to Rick, "Rick, what's going on?"

He stood up and out the front window he could see the wrecked vehicle, it looked like it had just happen and he was idly aware of Jesus having some kind of shit fit about it.

They pulled up and piled out of the RV, hands slipping to their guns as they glanced around. It wasn't exactly clear what had happened and when Rick pulled a gun on Jesus even though Daryl wasn't sure what he was saying he moved quickly to his side, just in time to hear Jesus ask for a gun.

He shook his head, not needing to check with Rick, "No." His mind was already on the ground though and he pointed, "We got tracks, heading this way."

Jesus tried to take off towards the building he pointed at immediately, and even though there was panic on his face Daryl couldn't help but add, "How do we know this aint firecrackers?" He had already been fooled once... twice... by this man and he wouldn't fall for it a third time.

"You don't."

Daryl licked his lips and looked to Rick to wait to see what he would say. He'd like to leave him out here and his people if they were in there, but something tightened in his gut at the thought. Rick met his eyes and they exchanged thoughts and Rick nodded before looking to Jesus, "We'll get your people. You're staying here with one of us."

He looked like he might argue but Michonne was at his side instantly, and at the moment Daryl couldn't even care, not when the stakes were so high. "That's the deal."

Without having to be asked Maggie nodded towards him, "I'll stay out here." Leaving one person with him was a risk but Maggie could take care of herself, and it was probably safer out here with him than it was in the house. "Just be careful."

Rick gave her a grim smile, but one that didn't waver. "We will be careful."

"Please, hurry." Jesus sounded truly panicked and Daryl felt that waver again, but he pushed it aside. It wasn't his call and he'd follow whatever Rick said.

"If you hear me whistle, shoot him."

"I will." There wasn't a person there that didn't believe Maggie when she said it too.

They all headed in, Rick taking the lead, and Daryl watched the perimeter as they all marched in, sending one last glance around, desperate that if there was any danger coming he would see it. Everything looked clear and Jesus wasn't even looking at them, just staring as far as he could into the building, and he followed Glenn in.

They split up as they moved into the building, and if there was a fleeting moment of jealousy when Michonne went with Rick and he went with Glenn, he pushed it down. It wasn't the time for it, and it had never come up as an issue before. He concentrated on what he was doing, letting Glenn lead as he kept an eye out for walkers. The few they ran in to were dispatched with easy enough and he was on auto drive as they cleared the place, keeping an eye on any oncoming danger while they wrangled up all of Jesus' people.

He stayed toward the back when they exited the building, watching them greet Jesus and the joy that came afterwards with little interest. If they fought that badly they shouldn't even be out here. They were like sitting ducks. His casual glance ended on Rick, and like he felt it the other man looked up at him, giving him a half smile and he had to fight not to grin like an idiot back. He needed to look tough, needed to be tough.

After everyone else had gotten on the RV he climbed on, doing a cursory check of what was around them, of where everyone was on the RV. It was almost like when he was out hunting, taking note of where everyone, predators and prey, were. He met Jesus' eyes and the man nodded at him and he ignored it, sliding into his seat. Rick was in the back, talking to Glenn and Maggie, and Daryl watched him until he headed back towards the front, sliding his eyes to look out the window. Keeping watch.

A hand landed on his shoulder and he looked up to Rick, unable to help returning his smile as the man squeezed the shoulder under his hand before heading towards the front. Sometimes it was like that when Rick touched him, it made it harder to... to remain stoic. Rick moved on, took his seat as the driver and Daryl forced himself to settle back and relax. He felt better about the trip, he still didn't trust them but now they owed them. And that was valuable.