"Options" are not a thing she wants. No one else would understand what they've been through, what it was like for her to lose Sophia and Lizzy and Mika. Why she became who she is. Even her occasional musings (fears, more accurately) of what this moment might perhaps entail are far surpassed by Daryl's unexpected calm. Who needs options? The only thing that could make her happier right now is a chocolate chip cookie and a nap on Daryl's shoulder.

His Valentino-like moves only add to her delight, it's nice to see him with confidence for a change. Where has that been?

Once they reach a good distance Carol drops onto the sofa and gives Daryl's vest a tug just in case he had any delusions about not going with her. She proceeds to dig into her pack and finally produces the near-forgotten baked goods, which she offers to Daryl without a word.