She cried out in pain as she hit the ground roughly, having hurt her wrist and her backside. She felt mud seeping through her clothes and wanted to move to her feet, but the second she realized this actually was Daryl she became tense and froze up completely. Her eyes were wide as she looked him over, making sure it really was him. His voice matched, his face did too, but she hadn't ever heard his voice like that before.

Her wrist was stinging and causing her all kinds of discomfort, which led to her taking a moment to pull it in close to her chest. She didn't take her eyes off of him, knowing that Daryl with a weapon pointed wasn't something to take lightly. He was the best hunter and fighter she knew, and right now he was looking at her like she was a walker that broke his heart to see. Like she was that little girl of Carol's in the barn back on the farm. Only difference was, she wasn't a little girl any more and she wasn't dead. She was alive enough to feel her heart racing in her chest and see that bow pointed right at her.

Her breathing became heavy and she focused her eyes on that weapon, until she realized what it was. And then she laughed, loud and clear and out of place with their surroundings. That laughter quickly turned to a look of confusion, and she turned her eyes back up on his face. She looked completely serious no matter how confused about all this she was. "Daryl, are you really gonna shoot me with a girl's toy?"