He doesn't have to ask her twice. Doesn't even have to ask her once, not with that look on his face. As soon as his face scrunches down like a balled-up piece of paper and he starts to move toward her, she's reaching out.

Maggie wraps him up in a hard enough hug that it doesn't feel entirely kind to her. Her hands ball up in the back of his shirt, her knuckles on his back and her chin on his shoulder both digging into him. He feels surprisingly solid under her grasp despite the way he's been skulking around Hilltop.

He's still human in there. But Negan's been torturing him--even now, outside that damn compound--and letting Daryl do all the work.