"Hey! Them are ma' arrows!" "What do you know, the dead rise to eat the living and you're worried about a few arrows." Hailey scoffed and continued to reach for the arrows. Daryl grabbed her wrist, not enough to hurt her; but enough to get her attention. He whirled her body around to face his. He pressed his hand to her lower back to hold her against him. Hailey's breath hitched. "My. Arrow."