Just as the sun begins to rise, Daryl decides to go into the woods and hunt. He couldn't sleep that night, and he needed something to distract himself. He grabs his crossbow and hunting equipment, and walks into the woods next to Hershel's farm. He follows the path he follows almost everyday into the heart of the woods where it is quiet and easy to hear animals.
The sun is slowly rising as he hikes along the trail, shooting squirrels and rabbits and he goes along. He doesn't think about much. What is there to think about in times like these? His mind wanders to what his life would have been like if this never happened. Would Merle still be making his life a living hell? Would he have lived a happy life? Could he live a happy life? He decides to stop thinking about that and continue focusing on hunting.
He walks for a while before he could hear the soft trickle of the stream not too far from the farm. He steps into the clearing, and bends down next to the stream. He splashes some water onto his face to wake himself up.
When he looks up, he sees a brown bag floating in the shallow water. He walks over and picks it up, peeking inside. There is not anything useful in there. He looks around to see where it might have some from, and he ses a woman lying in the stream about twenty feet away.
"Shit," Daryl says as he runs over to her, crossbow in hand. He gently nudges her with his foot to see is she's a walker, but she doesn't move. He puts his crossbow away and pulls her out of the water. He bends down to her chest, and he hears a faint heartbeat. "Thank god," he breathes as he picks her up and runs back to the farm.