Resistance? Daryl shook his head, letting his confusion show. The kid looked like he'd been through a fight. A war of his own, with another group of survivors. Resistance was said like it was a big, known faction. And to him it might have been. Hell, that could explain some of what was going on. If a larger group tried to take Alexandria and did their level best to shuffle him away with whoever else these people were.

"Don't know," he answered after another shake of his head. "Don't remember any of this myself."

Daryl let the kid go since he seemed okay on his feet and stepped back, "Painkillers in the backpack."