"Good," Daryl says. Not trusting people is second nature to him. Trusting others not to trust is more complex. He's not from their group, the people Daryl may as well count as family (You're my brother, he said, panting, covered in blood...), but he could be an ally.

Beth would have wanted Daryl to trust him. She would have wanted him to try.

So he tries. "Don't trust nothing from 'em," he mutters, taking another staggering step. "Drugged me already."