The next day is when all hell broke lose. Randall had escaped, or so Shane claimed, and that left the men to go and search for the little rat bastard. Eventually night fell and Daryl, Glenn, and Nora found Randall, but he was no living person anymore. Daryl was the one to examine the body and point out that he had died to a broken neck. Not too long after the three had returned to the Greene's residence, it was noted that Rick and Shane had yet to return. This time when Lori asked him of a favor, Daryl agreed to go out and look for her husband. However upon exiting the house, his eyes soon rested upon a horde that was quickly heading straight for them.

The plan to stay and fight was tossed in the air when Hershel stated he would die rather than leave his farm, which Daryl responded by hopping over the banister with his crossbow in hand. "It's as good'a night as any." He mumbled before heading off towards his motorcycle.

The army of walkers closing in on the farm; the groaning, the hunger and the oncoming doom only caused the Galway Archer to snap directly up from her post in the corner of the porch. She had already armed herself to the hilt, due to the group's previous investigation regarding Shane's lost prisoner. But now, she had other things to worry about than one dumb, dead bastard... maybe even a hundred dead bastards.

When it was decided that they would stay and fight, Nora's eyes flashed with worry and her stony expression faltered as Daryl swung his legs over the banister and began marching off to look for Rick and his son. She sped up, clearing the banister with ease and landing gracefully on her feet.

"Beast!" She called out, jogging to catch up with him. "I'm comin' wit' yah."

Daryl paused when he heard the Irish woman call after him. He glanced over his shoulder briefly, before he continued walking, ignoring Nora as she stated she was coming with him. "I ain't got time to babysit!" His voice was bold as he tried to come off as distant. The last thing he really wanted was for Nora to join him on his suicide mission of running all over the walker-infected farm in hopes of finding Rick and Carl. "Go on n' help the others!" Daryl dished out this order to her, his pace never faltering as he continued his way over to the motorcycle.

"Babysit?!" Her cheeks flushed a deep red in anger as she smacked him in the arm. "Yah know damn well I can hold me own in a fight and ya'd be lucky as a horse shoe if I came along! I wanna 'elp you and now is not the time to play the proud cowboy! Not with a horde this big-would you STOP?!"

She cut in between him and his beloved motorcycle. If only to be heard and not brushed off like the rest of the people he continuously pushed away.

"Daryl." Her eyes were wide, pleading. Unafraid of anything else except the possibility that something could happen to him. "Please."

I want to help. I want you to be safe. I can't lose you. C'mon, Nora, get dat tongue into gear!

"Please..."

Daryl ignored her retorts as his babysit comment seemed to have seriously pissed her off. But that was the least of his worries. He had grown accustom to her little outbursts, much like she had to his. All he did in reaction to her smacking his arm is slightly turn his head in her direction with a grimace, almost as if to say "rly?" before returning his sights to his bike. Though he made no effort to really make eye contact with her, or even acknowledge that she was talking to him, he was still listening to every word she said. This, of course, did not settle well with the Irish woman, as she quickly stepped up between him and the motorcycle. A hint of annoyance presented itself upon his face as his crystalline hues finally rested upon her. She spoke his name and he nibbled at the inside of his bottom lip, his brows twisting together as he witnessed the worry in her voice and saw the way her eyes were practically pleading to him. They didn't have time for this!

"I can't be here ta' save all'a y'all! I got ta find Rick. Group needs'im more n' they realize. Group can't lose all three'a us." Daryl stated. And though he spoke with truth, it was almost as if he also had a hidden meaning in there. Like it wasn't just the group that couldn't lose her, but him. "Ya gotta keep 'em safe." Daryl leaned towards her a little, slightly bringing himself to her level as he extended an arm to reach past her to reach the bag on his motorcycle. He pulled his hand out and within it grasped one of the two firearms he had. He held the gun out to her, knowing that she was never one to use or rely on guns, but he felt it necessary. "Ya try not ta' be clumsy this time, Leprechaun. Gettin' too close could cost ya." This was his way of really expressing his concerns for her in dealing with the sea of the undead.

Nora clenched her jaw; her knuckles white as a ghost while she gripped her bow in her hands. She loathed the worry she could see mirrored in his eyes and in his tone. It only made her mind weak... to the point of actually accepting his decision and letting him go out there on his own. Who even knew if Rick and Carl were still alive? Would it be worth facing such a horde just to find them dead?

She knew the truth. It was well worth it, considering Rick's value to the group and Carl's value as an innocent child; as his progeny. Nora chewed the inside of her cheek and reached out, snatching the gun from him as she bravely stole a step closer. She took in his features for a moment, not willing to believe that this could very well be the last time she'd ever see him.

"You better come back, Beast." She snapped, her tone cold with a warning. If he didn't come back... she'd damn well lose her cool. She barged past him just then, shamelessly whacking her shoulder into his strong arm before she proceeded to fight with the group.

These walkers weren't gonna know what hit them when she was through.

Never expecting the fact that this would possibly be the last time he saw her face, Daryl turned away from Nora after she had warned him and made her exit. He seated himself upon the motorcycle, firing it up as his eyes trailed across the property to watch as the young woman disappeared to defend the home with the others.

Eventually the group left the farm, and in the midst of all the chaos all of them had managed to get separated in the process of fleeing. Daryl had found Carol and saved her, deciding it was best to go to the highway where they had lost Sophia. The idea turned out to be a smart one, as everyone else started regrouping there as also. Well...not everyone.

Andrea and Nora had yet to show up. A few people mentioned that the two had had their hands full with the infected the last time they had seen them. They felt that the two had surely died. Daryl was not so quick to assume such a thing as he offered to go back and look for them immediately. Rick, however, stated it was too risky to go back now. Daryl seemed hesitant to obey this indirect order, but remained where he was as the others began to throw up ideas of where to go and what to do. Once everything had been decided Daryl paused as he made his way back to the motorcycle, his eyes trailing off in the direction where Hershel's property would be. It didn't seem right to be leaving, but he knew that Rick was probably right. There was no point in Daryl making another Sophia journey out of this. All that did was lead to a long road of failures and disappointment. "Daryl..?" Carol's voice broke his train of thought. The Redneck turned his sights upon her and noticed that she was looking at him concerned. Daryl quickly wiped any worries he may have had on his expression and swiftly hopped upon his motorcycle before starting it up.