It was late in the day When Daryl came back to Alexandria, You knew he could handle himself, but that didn’t cease the worry you felt. The others had tried to reasure you. As the gates opened Daryl Rode into Alexandria, Dog trotting alongside his motorcycle, a deer carcus on the back of it. Along with a bag of trinkets and some rabbit pelts and such draped across his body. He looked like he had been through hell, and back, but he was okay.