Daryl was feeling a mixture of emotions. Despite his brother's protests, he was glad that Glenn had given him a head's up. Merle was alive. He was alive and he was here. And honestly he didn't know what he thought about that. Other than it couldn't be possible. He had seen him. Merle had been a walker. He had killed his brother himself. He lost his brother only to find him and lose him again to the virus. He might not be the best guy in the world but that was his blood. And Daryl valued that.
"Don't like hearing the truth?" Daryl returned, his head stinging from his brother's hand. It's not like it was something he was not accustomed to from his childhood. He felt a little guilty for saying that but it was easy for the worst in him to be brought out around his brother. His brother had a knack for bringing out the worst in anyone. "I don't know how you're here. You're…you were dead." He didn't say any more than that. He almost said that he had killed him but he stopped himself. How do you tell your brother you killed him? Even if he was a walker.