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Seems like a dangerous place to be.

Whoa, whoa, hold up man. I'm not packing, so how about aiming that thing somewhere else?

[He's lying, of course. Telling a guy with a crossbow pointed at him that he's armed just doesn't seem like the sanest course of action.]

You not comin' out is gonna be more dangerous.

[Daryl keeps his crossbow up since trusting others is something he doesn't do anymore. Not that he did it before the world went to hell.]

Just come out so I can see.

Why, so you can get a clear shot at me?

[David doesn't reach for the pistol tucked in his waistband. But he doesn't step out into the open either. He's just never been the type to make moves that'll get him killed.]

You seem very paranoid, sir.

Ain't gonna shot ya unless you give me a reason. Just wanna know what you're doin' here.

[After all, Daryl is under the impression his group are the only ones that knows about the supplies here, and he's pretty sure they need them more than whoever this guy is.]

Look at the world we live in now. Wouldn't you be paranoid, too?

I'm gonna take a big fat guess and say I'm here for the same reasons you are.

[David's more annoyed than surprised. He'd been lucky enough to get here without running into any walker hordes, just a few stragglers. No way luck like that was gonna last.]

Well, ya ain't gonna take the supplies. They belong to the group I'm with. [He wants to tell him his group is right outside, but they aren't and Daryl's never been one to grandstand.] So why don't ya come out and get out of here.

*Mitchell lives in a very different world than Daryl, but he has to admit the guy has a point*

Touché. So what assurances do I have I won't get a bullseye through me when I step out of cover?

That right? 'Cause this ain't the first time I've been out here and I've never seen you before. [Of course, he's only come out this way once before, but he's not about to up and admit that.] Way I see it, I was here first. So why don't you and your group go fuck off back where you came from?

As long as ya don't pull any weapons on me, we'll be fine. [And as a show of faith, Daryl lowers his crossbow.]

[Daryl' gotta admit this guy has balls. If he were in his situation, he wouldn't be so mouthy, and he finds himself almost laughing. While the supplies are something his group needs, he's not about to get into a violent confrontation over them.] Alright, how 'bout this: we can split the supplies.

[For better or worse (and it's usually worse) David's always had a big mouth. That's probably the reason why he's on his own now and not part of a group like this guy. He wasn't expecting a compromise, especially not from a guy with a crossbow aimed at his general location, and a few seconds pass before he answers this time.] ... Alright. Sounds fair enough. [Slowly he steps out from behind his cover, keeping his hands where the other guy can see them.]

[When the guy finally comes out, Daryl looks at him as he shoulders his crossbow.] Shit, you're just a kid. You been traveling alone?

[Even though it's a big reason why he's survived this long in the first place, David looks irritated to be dismissed as 'just a kid'.] Yeah, I have. What's it to you?

Not something I'm likely to do, these days.

[Mitchell steps out. How is he still wearing a business suit in zombiepocalypse? How does his hair still look groomed? Who knows.]

Just curious is all. Don't a lotta people survive on their own anymore. [That's a compliment, at least to Daryl it is since he is impressed by the kid's obvious skills.] You got a name?

[Well, then, this guy looks like he just stepped out a name GQ photoshoot. It makes Daryl a little antsy since the last person he saw this clean was The Governor and he doesn't want to go down that path again.] Where ya been stayin'?

Quint has already mentally labeled this trip with a big glowing neon 'do not revisit this timestream'. And now the first squishy that didn't seem to be a zombie wanted to shoot him. He decides to try to handle this carefully - unlike some of his siblings, he considered violence something to be used when other methods failed.

So he steps slowly out of cover, keeping his hands up and trying to make sure his backpack doesn't fall off. "I'm not a zombie."

He isn't exactly human, either, but the android boy is not about to bring that up right now.

I'm David. [He offers his name warily, almost begrudgingly. It can't do any harm, not in the world they live in, but he hasn't survived as long as he has by trusting just anyone... or hell, anyone at all, for that matter.] You really got a group, or were you just bullshitting me back there?

...with some friends.

[He looks over Daryl, studying him for other weapons. The bow's dangerous to Mitchell, far more than a gun would be. He's not sure how he wound up in this world where, apparently, everything has gone to hell, but the devolution of technology here is something he has mixed feelings on.]

Bow works against the dead, huh?

Daryl only pulled his crossbow because he wasn't sure who was back there. After their run-ins with The Governor, he doesn't trust easily and everyone is a danger until he deems them not to be. When the kid comes out, one that couldn't have been much older than Sophia when she'd died, he lowers his crossbow and stares at him.

What in the hell was a kid doing out here?

"Are ya alone?" he asks.

Where with some friends?

[He wants to do, not to raid their camp, but because he wants to know where everyone was in case this guy's group could be dangerous.]

Works just fine - on the dead and animals.