He was seeing things. Hallucinating. He hadn't done that since Merle's death. And he hadn't ever had it happen with anyone but Merle, besides. But sure enough, here he was and there she was and she was talking to him.

Daryl's eyes swept from one side to the other, looking for walkers. Not that he expected he'd be able to see them when he was like this. That usually came after he had the heart to heart with his personal demons. Ghosts. Whatever.

He gulped hard, but didn't lower his bow, eyes narrowing through the obvious pain the sight of her brought, "Yeah. I might."