Daryl gives her a dry look. "Yeah," he says, "two dead ones."

That is, after a moment, probably not his place to mention. Beth, he knows, wouldn't appreciate it in the slightest. Shit, she'll be pissed. But then, at least, he'll deserve her anger. He'll take it. It's what he gets for talking before he thinks.

(And, shit, he liked Zach. He was a good kid. Never knew Jimmy, but he liked talking to Zach, liked how the kid mooned over Beth and sighed when she walked by. He shouldn't have died, especially not like the way he did.)