A smile threatens at the sound he makes -- she'd let it out if she weren't happily occupied -- so, his hair? Carol makes note to remember it the next time he gets himself in knots.

Speaking of, that's probably just what would happen if someone were to walk through the door now. Maybe others had assumed things about the two of them and maybe not, it's not as though anyone had the time or energy to bother with gossip. Here, though, there was plenty of time, and the last thing she thinks Daryl will appreciate is jokes about this incident, no matter how good-natured.

And, honestly? She wouldn't, either. She has her fun with Daryl but that's for them alone, and so is this. At least until they figure things out a little more and for that, they need time.

It seems a shame to stop, she's quite enjoying herself and only just got to relax. Then there's how he'll take it if she is the one to stop -- but they'll be fine. If he can forgive her killing Karen and David, they can endure navigating whatever this is. She won't let there be another outcome.

Carol eases the kiss to a conclusion but doesn't move back a single inch, resting her forehead against his. "You're welcome," she says merrily, her breath a little short. "To hell with the flowers, I'll just bake more cookies."

No running, mister. She's still got you by the hair. Her fingers rub his scalp in slow circles, already using her new favorite trick.