This, Daryl decides, is precisely the kind of teenager he hates. He's been lucky, he thinks, to not end up with this kind of asshole so far, but no, there's the little shit, talking his mouth off on a recon mission.

He glares daggers at the kid, and mutters, "you ain't."

So good job, Baphomet, you've annoyed him enough to make him talk. His temper's never exactly been a well-controlled thing.