"At least they got taste in music," he snorted, lips twitching up at the corner. Daryl's distinct distaste of Rick's preferred down-home-country-boy shit was pretty well known. All that hollering and yollering. And of course there was the music Rick sang along to as well.

He fell into step easily, matching Rick's pace and stride without thought, "Met a girl earlier. Said she knew you. That you lived in Heropa." He left the words as an open invitation for Rick to spill all the details. How long he'd been there, what was really going on, everything. Or not. He trusted Rick's judgement on how safe it was to do so. And as surrounded as they were, it might not be that safe.