"Watch yourself," he clarified in a gruff, growly tone. Like a dog that wasn't sure of the one reaching out to pet it. Allowing it tentatively, but wary and ready to bite if he caught wind of a threat.

"It best stay that way," Daryl grumbled, transferring all of the stuff he'd found to one of the bags and throwing the extra, empty packs in on top of it all. His jaw moved, grinding his teeth some before he dipped his head and looked away, rubbing at his nose with the back of one hand. "How many water bottles you got in there?