Daryl was sitting on the porch of Ricks new house in Alexandria. He can't believe Rick and the others just trust the Alexandrians

He couldn’t trust anybody, besides his people from the group, and he sure as hell wouldn’t be trusting these Alexandrians. Daryl couldn’t trust them as far as he could throw them

He gazed at his flask in hand, swishing it around before taking a long, hearty swallow. It burned. Kept him feeling alive

The tracker’s face turned stoic, his sharp blue eyes darting around the environment of Alexandria. It was dark. Lanterns were lit inside the houses, candles and all that. Everyone was outside by this time, Carol, Rick, Michonne, Carol, Maggie, Glenn... Abraham and others. While the Alexandrians were asleep. Daryl scoffed. They were sleeping soundly with that shit hole hell of a world wasn’t right outside their damn gate?

He snorted, spitting on the dirt nearby. Daryl did another sweep before bringing his flask to his lips and took a long drink of his flask