While your point on Darryl being primarily a bow hunter is well taken, I've noticed he always seems to produce the appropriate gun or secondary weapon, as well, when push comes to shove. For example, just this season when badly out-manned by a motorcycle gang (he only had a gangly, overwrought woman on his side, for Christ’s sake), Darryl inexplicably managed to pull a bazooka out of his ass and dispatch the assailants.
Additionally, in the all-important area of mental stability among those who are very good at and/or relish killing – something of a virtue in such troubled times – Darryl strays into the realm of rug chewing, batshit lunacy far less frequently than the others. (Hell, Rick spends large portions of entire seasons there.)
As an intangible, while the others largely speak in misty-eyed, overly philosophical soliloquys about their previous lives and the nature of the universe, Darryl offers up only original rustic witticisms, occasionally asking others if they need anything, like part of the warm can of orange soda he discovered beneath a rotting corpse recently. This trait makes for a much better traveling companion, in my estimation.
An aside: If I were left alone with the boy, I would empty my revolver into his skull immediately and then set fire to that cursed hat of his, even if it mean using my very last match.
Respectfully,
Lt. Col. Michael Reed, 3rd Calvary Brigade, British Army, retired
The case for Darryl:
While your point on Darryl being primarily a bow hunter is well taken, I've noticed he always seems to produce the appropriate gun or secondary weapon, as well, when push comes to shove. For example, just this season when badly out-manned by a motorcycle gang (he only had a gangly, overwrought woman on his side, for Christ’s sake), Darryl inexplicably managed to pull a bazooka out of his ass and dispatch the assailants.
Additionally, in the all-important area of mental stability among those who are very good at and/or relish killing – something of a virtue in such troubled times – Darryl strays into the realm of rug chewing, batshit lunacy far less frequently than the others. (Hell, Rick spends large portions of entire seasons there.)
As an intangible, while the others largely speak in misty-eyed, overly philosophical soliloquys about their previous lives and the nature of the universe, Darryl offers up only original rustic witticisms, occasionally asking others if they need anything, like part of the warm can of orange soda he discovered beneath a rotting corpse recently. This trait makes for a much better traveling companion, in my estimation.
An aside: If I were left alone with the boy, I would empty my revolver into his skull immediately and then set fire to that cursed hat of his, even if it mean using my very last match.
Respectfully,
Lt. Col. Michael Reed, 3rd Calvary Brigade, British Army, retired