Fortunately, Bucky hadn't moved in close enough to rouse them, but it would come to disturbing light soon enough that those bodies were not all dead. They were dormant. With little food to go around, the infected shut down most functions until the prospect of a meal was in sight.

When Daryl moved close, Bucky straightened until given the ease command. He did relax some. "Understood." He nodded once. "You believe they're..." He paused, the term odd on his tongue. "walkers?" He thought back and mentally berated himself for not moving in to make sure they were actually dead. If they were a threat, he should have taken them out before they could hurt anyone. "They looked dead..." But that matched what Daryl had said about the dead getting back up.

Daryl touched his chest and his body stiffened reflexively, but he didn't move. He only followed the direction of the finger and his eyes landed on Cap. Daryl had seen them? He let out a slow, steady breath.

"Yeah." He paused, the memories were fuzzy, but they'd all been coming back lately. "We grew up together. We fought in the war together. He's the man who rescued me from the enemy." And then I tried to kill him. Probably not the best line to add, so he kept it to himself for now. "I guess... he rescued me twice, now."