Daryl sees the rage light in her eyes, and he knows what he's done. She'll be livid, but that's what it is. She may be past fear of death, but that doesn't mean she deserves to die.

Daryl covers her, shooting walkers that come near her, staying carefully out of the way. She may be reckless, but he can't be. He sees her bitten, and something still screams deep in his bones at the sight. She's lost, isn't she? She's gone.

But she isn't, and they both know it. She keeps going. Daryl feels something scratch at his back, and in the fury of movement he tumbles, and before he knows it, they're on him, snapping in the air. One has him pinned to the ground, and the other, idiots that they are, pile on top, weighing him down. He's useless and mortal and going to die if things don't change quickly.

He struggles anyway.