"I wish," Daryl said darkly into the neck of his beer bottle before he brought it to his lips once more. He took another long swig from it, nearly finishing it off, before finally setting it back down on the table. He was staring off somewhere past Glenn, to the still undecorated back wall that was nothing but a black, empty canvas. His eyes were cloudy, lost in the memories that were some of the clearest of back home, and none of them were exactly very good. He'd been waiting for months to find out if his brother was even alive, and when he did, it had ended up being under the worst circumstances possible.
"Daryl... This was Merle. It was. He did this... He threw a walker at me. Was going to execute us."
He forced himself back to the present and turned to look at Glenn sitting across from him right here, right now. And he couldn't exactly be pissed or surprised when he saw a glimmer of the anger that he saw that day on Glenn's face once again shining across his expression right now. But he couldn't hold his gaze either. Daryl's eyes averted back to the table, perhaps from shame or maybe some sign of respect for Glenn's feelings and his attempt to keep his shit together in his presence. Daryl knew that he wouldn't be doing half as good of a job if their situations were reversed.
"I told ya that I'd tell ya my part... my brother's part... and he did a lot of fucked up shit," he said, continuing where he left off. "The only reason why we knew where ya'll were was 'cause of Michonne," he didn't bother explaining who that was. Rick or Carol could pick up where he was leaving off. She wasn't exactly the important part in his speech anyway. "Merle was sent to kill her. When he fucked up, the Governor forced him to fight to the death... 'gainst me." This was the part that he had already told Glenn, so details again weren't required, but now it had a little bit more context to explain everything away. "When Rick and Maggie came back for me, we escaped, all of us, Merle too... You and Michonne weren't 'xactly happy to see him, so I left. And now ya know why."
Daryl stood, unable to stay sitting after all of that, as he brought the bottle to his mouth once more and drained the last few drops. He strode a few steps away from the table, not sure what the hell he was doing or where the hell he was going, but just feeling too much shit to stay still. He turned back to Glenn, a dark look on his face. "We came back. Both of us. I was gonna make him make it right. Somehow. I was gonna figure out a way."