You had been waiting hours for Daryl to get back, having been told that you couldn’t go with him. He had went to look for Carol’s daughter Sophia in the woods, leaving you the rest of group at Hershel’s farm.
When Andrea and Dale had yelled that they saw a walker in the far field, your heart dropped as you followed T-Dog, Rick, Glenn, and Shane over there despite their protests. When you all got within a few feet, you watched as Rick raised his Magnum, the revolver shining in the fading sunlight.
“That’s the third fuckin’ time you’ve pointed that thing at me. Pull the damn trigger next time.” The familiar, gruff voice of Daryl said snarkily. The walker was actually just an injured Daryl, making everyone slowly relax with relief. Rick stepped forward right as a shot rang out, Daryl dropping as the bullet grazed the left side of his forehead. Rick and Shane screamed no at Andrea, who had shot from a ways away at the RV.
Rick and Glenn ran forward, sitting him up as Andrea and Dale stared running over, Andrea thinking she got a walker. “I was just kidding.” Daryl huffed, wincing slightly as he was helped up to stand.