Daryl stepped in close, invading her space but not giving a fuck about that right now. He glared down into her face, his expression twisted with hurt and anger, though he was trying his hardest to only let his anger show. He was trying not to let her see how hurt he had felt. Hell, he wasn't trying to let himself know how hurt he had felt. It was easier to deal with anger and to be upset over that shit than to try to psychoanalyze himself for why the hell he was so hurt by what had gone down the other day. It was easier just to call it quits on all this shit than to try to figure out why Rick and Carol did what they did, and why he felt so hurt by their damn flippant attitudes over the whole thing. It was just easier to be angry.
"That's real damn funny," he growled out as he stared down into her watery eyes and tried not to let the presence of those tears affect him in anyway, "considerin' you were the one that said it first."