With Carol taking out one of the three and distracting a second, Daryl was able to move in and take out the third with only a little effort. He had to knock it back with a kick to give himself room. But after that, he managed to get an arrow through it's eye.

The last walker was going at Carol, arms failing as it tried to get a grip on her. The mud proved to be both a blessing and a curse. A blessing because it was having just as hard a time standing as Carol was. A curse because Carol was sliding around too much get a good hit on it. And it's sliding made it hard for Daryl to get a good bead on it to shoot.

He had to go in, up close and personal. The arrow he'd shot into the eye of the second-to-last got yanked out and it was that which he came over to join the small scuffle. He grabbed the back of the walker's neck and yanked it up. The long point of the arrow followed the motion, sliding in up under the chin. The tips were as long as they were to make sure they'd reach the brain no matter where they entered the head.

The walker went limp and Daryl tossed it away. His hand now free, he held it out to help Carol up, and then pull her into a hug. He could have chided her again, but honestly? He was too relieved to see her safe and alive to get on her ass anymore about leaving the safety of the ship.