Daryl is the type who'd mostly prefer to be left alone, but that's the thing. They'd all learned you can't survive alone. You have to have others. You have to train them up. You have to make sure you can trust the people at your back, and keep their bellies full for the next fight. It's the way the world was, in Georgia or on goddamn Barryar.

So he nods, pretending to consider it. "Huntin' or traps?"