You'd think that Daryl wouldn't care for some change in his life, like having a permanent place to stay. But no. The man disliked being in Alexandria, very much.

The couple weeks he's been here, he couldn't sleep. You've caught him smoking on his porch many times already, warning him about how late in the night it was.

Yet here he was again. Slouched over the short staircase, taking long drags of his cigarette.