"No, it's fine." It wasn't fine, not by a long shot. Daryl couldn't explain how he was feeling right then. It was more the fact half the people in that television spot were dead, than anything else. And Rick. Had he really looked so...small town boy? Daryl couldn't picture it now, he only saw the hardened warrior Rick had become, molded by the world changing around him.
He gulped the drink down,finishing off the third and heading for the fourth in quick succession. He was already starting to feel the effect of the alcohol, because he wasn't used to drinking like he had been once upon a time ago. He felt light headed, he felt like he was one shudder away from some kind of break down. He should probably stop, but he chugged the drink, paying no mind to that little voice inside his head.