Daryl knew a man he felt was the best he'd ever known and his name wasn't Captain America. His name was Rick Grimes. Captain America over there looked built, but didn't look like he'd been through the kind of shit Daryl's group had. It was in the way he held himself. There wasn't a wariness to him. He'd probably been through something, though, if James was any measure.

"No," Daryl snorted like it was the most obvious thing in the world, dropping his hand away and stepping back. "What kind of name is Captain America? His momma sweet on Uncle Sam?"