Most everyone that was eating at the time was already going for it. So by the time Jesus settled down and Daryl sat across from them, it wasn't likely that anyone else would pop by to sit with them. It wasn't out of any sense of dislike, but more they were already seated and busy. And, well, honestly, Daryl even attempting to make polite conversation with him was a few steps up from where they'd previously stood. Truly.

The question itself made him laugh though, shaking his head. "It's mostly me. It got pretty heavy at times like everything else does and I'm fastest. Done it the most often." A beat. "As far as stealing from you and Rick, well--" His smile was a little wry, self-depreciating. "I was on a deadline, desperate. When I saw you two with the truck I watched you and I figured you at least weren't going to shoot me in the face immediately. Which I'm glad I was right about, by the way."

Understatement of the year. "I meant it when I said I was sorry, I wouldn't have if I had any other way." He shook his head again, but this time it was paired with a sigh. "I couldn't let my people die."