You and Daryl where on a supply run gathering things for your group. Your a savior so you feel like the whole group hate you due to where you come from.

When you was waiting for Daryl to fix his bike, he asked, "ya alright?" He looks at you over his shoulder then back at the bike.

You look at him and reply, "Sometimes I have this tiny voice in the back of my head that goes like, 'hey everyone hates you and there not wrong to feel that way’"