Daryl took it and held it awkwardly. Even before things went to shit, the most technologically advanced phone he'd messed around with was a brick of a flip phone. Merle was the one always dealing with burner phones and neither of them had cells of their own. Daryl could build himself a motorcycle out of disparate parts, but smart phones were just a little weird.

Still, the interface wasn't that difficult to understand and she'd brought up a writing program of some sort before handing it over. He had to fiddle to figure out the keypad, but within a couple minutes had the address down. He handed it back with a small smile, "Thanks, kid. And uh, if you ever need anything, you can head over there, too. If I'm not there, I'll probably be back around dark."

Getting home and inside by sunset was just kind of habit anymore. When it was possible, anyway.