He pauses, squinting up into the last of the sunlight, before shaking his head. "Nah. First lesson, don't tell lies," he says, making his way to the ladder, "you'll just get caught for."
She drops from the ladder to the ground, staring back up at him. He can loom over the edge of a building all he wants, it doesn't make him scary. "Texting you didn't count."
He stands over her, hands still folded. "Ain't arguin'. You know I'm right."
He pulls his gear off his shoulder, crossbow included, and holds it over the edge, giving Beth ample time to prepare herself before dropping it. "Catch. You're huntin'."
"Got it!" It isn't loud, just carrying enough for him to hear, as Daryl's stuff lands heavily in her arms. Beth slings the crossbow over one shoulder and watches the area around them as he climbs down.
They've been lucky so far - if she's willing to admit it to herself, she knows she's been lucky so far - but there are walkers out there. Maybe there's better hunting, their kind of hunting, someplace else. When he gets down to the ground, she asks, "What're we hunting for?"
He wouldn't have thrown it if he hadn't had absolute faith in her catching it, but it's still nice to see. Something like a smile hangs on his face, before flickering into disappearance under cloud cover.
"I dunno," Daryl says, skipping rungs on the latter at a time, landing flat-footed on crumbled macadam. "What'll make your sister believe that's what we were doin' the whole damn time?"
"Anything." She's not gonna catch Beth lying to her, and if she does, Beth'll make sure Daryl's part stays out of it. (Well, she'll try, anyway. When Maggie's pissed off, it's like trying to tell a hurricane which direction to spin toward. The hurricane isn't about to listen.) "If we were tracking, that'd take all day - can't do much if we can't find any tracks."
Nothing but walkers walking. Or...shambling, she guesses.
Daryl hums. She's right, it doesn't need to be impressive, but for himself, he'd like the catch to be something a little bigger than rats or a squirrel. There are boar and deer in the area, but both of those would leave them skulking into the night to bring back. Maybe if they got a lot of squirrels...
"Let's check traps," he murmurs. "You can re-set 'em and help me find 'em."
He knows where they are. But she should be able to figure it out by the prints leading to them, his and others.
"Are there any nearby?" Beth figures the answer has to be yes, since this is where he's been hunting in general - and that's why she's already looking toward the ground, heading toward areas that aren't old blacktop. If Daryl makes her figure it all out herself, she's going to have an easier time checking the dirt.
"Yup," Daryl says, and points north. It's the only hint he'll give her. There are prints on the tarmac road, but they're harder to find than most, and he's in a kindly mood.
He'd been surprised, when they'd gotten this far up north, how regular the game was. From his upbringing, he'd figured the north was an entire different world.
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He pulls his gear off his shoulder, crossbow included, and holds it over the edge, giving Beth ample time to prepare herself before dropping it. "Catch. You're huntin'."
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They've been lucky so far - if she's willing to admit it to herself, she knows she's been lucky so far - but there are walkers out there. Maybe there's better hunting, their kind of hunting, someplace else. When he gets down to the ground, she asks, "What're we hunting for?"
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"I dunno," Daryl says, skipping rungs on the latter at a time, landing flat-footed on crumbled macadam. "What'll make your sister believe that's what we were doin' the whole damn time?"
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Nothing but walkers walking. Or...shambling, she guesses.
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"Let's check traps," he murmurs. "You can re-set 'em and help me find 'em."
He knows where they are. But she should be able to figure it out by the prints leading to them, his and others.
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"Do they have quail up here?" Her voice has shifted softer, curious.
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He'd been surprised, when they'd gotten this far up north, how regular the game was. From his upbringing, he'd figured the north was an entire different world.