"Government gave me a little money to get by until my first paycheck," and didn't that feel weird to say? He'd rarely held a regular job even before everything went down. Money had never been plentiful, neither. He'd been used to hunting not just for fun, but for his own actual meals. Trading meat to some of the local produce suppliers, too. Sure he'd had money here and there, most of it saved up for the next time Merle got himself in the clink, but not a lot of his went towards good old grocery shopping.

"I'm okay. You need some?" Because Daryl would be fine giving Carl what he had and finding a public park to go hunting in if he needed to.