"He's kinda average height. Older than me, he'll be forty-one soon and he's got brown hair, kinda about this long," she says, gesturing. "And blue eyes. My phone isn't workin' or I'd show you a picture." It's hard describing Daryl, because the things she thinks makes him especially identifiable aren't going to be so easily seen by people who don't know him.

"If he's here, he's probably gonna be carrying a crossbow," she adds a second later. "It wasn't in the apartment that I can remember." And he doesn't always take it everywhere with him, he only carries it when there's something he needs it for, whether it's tracking or training, but it hadn't been there. She'd looked for it. Like Michonne's sword, she would have kept it somewhere safe, somewhere special.