"I'm Daryl Dixon," he said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Which to him, it was. "And I don't get cranky without Coffee, I just don't like all this froufrou shit. Mocha-cappu-whatevers, all full of whatever sort of shit makes a cup of coffee worth five freaking bucks."
He shook his head, his annoyance growing.
"All I want is a damn cup of coffee. Don't even want no cream or sugar. But it's damn hard to find that any more. And that's shit."