[Daryl chooses to ignore the implications of it meaning anything but dying. He chooses to because it's easier to focus on the loss-as-in-death and not the... the way everything inside him had torn itself up with the need to destroy them all and hurt them and make their physical humanity disappear under his fists or to his gun so they'd all be just as broken in body as Glenn and Abraham had been when they were taken from them. As broken in body as Daryl had nearly been in mind.

He chose the easier thing do deal with. Though it was obvious he was choosing because he went very still and sucked in a breath that he let out shakily while his eyes lost focus for a moment before he came back to the here and now.

He let out a forced scoff while moving to tie off the wound with the bandana instead of just maintaining pressure. He tightened it, but not enough to cut off circulation.]

I ain't about to let no asshole Savior kill me.

[Daryl rocked back on his heels and took in the scene. His hand had fallen to Jesus' knee as he did so and rested comfortably there. Keeping contact between them. More to reassure himself that Jesus was fine than to reassure Jesus. But regardless, he wasn't breaking that touch any time soon.]

Think we can leave 'em like this? Honk the horn a few times to draw the dead in and go?