She could tell real quick that something was wrong with this. He was looking at her like he used to a long time ago, in a way that made her furious. "Daryl." His name came out a gentle command, insisting he look at her instead of through her.

"Stop looking at me like that. Like I'm a living dead girl. I ain't, I'm right here!"

The fact that he didn't lower that silly weapon of his made her afraid, but she sure as heck wasn't going to show it. Hunters fed on fear, and she wasn't going to let herself be afraid anymore. She was a Greene, and she was only half as strong as Maggie, but she could be just as stubborn as her Daddy when she put her mind to it. And right now, she had put her mind to being stubborn, refusing to cower or run away.