"He's still in charge, though," Daryl replied, eyebrows raising as he cast a glance over his shoulder at Jesus. Then he shook his head. Men like Gregory didn't deserve to be running things. Had no real sense in their heads. But these weren't his people and he wasn't trying to make them into that.

"Your man, the one we rescued, he doing okay?" It'd been about a week. Guy was probably shook up, but Daryl hoped that was it.