There was still some distance between Rick and Daryl, but the tail end of the other man's shout carried over anyway, and it was enough to bring him up short. It sounded familiar, but it could have just as easily been his imagination.

Although who else slung around the word asshole so easily? Granted, it wasn't an uncommon thing, but Rick occasionally chose to be optimistic.

Luckily for Daryl, Rick didn't have a knife, and even if he did, he wasn't in the mood for throwing it. He turned slightly to look to see who was behind him, and for the second time in a space of minutes, he paused. Daryl was a hard one to mistake for anyone else, even with the slight distance between them.

"Daryl? That you?" He called back, wondering if maybe his eyes were just playing tricks on him.