She finds it amazing that she's able to make eye contact and not look away. Lizzy and Mika will forever weigh her down but at least they're not a secret she's afraid to tell anymore. When Daryl looks at her like he understands she knows that he does. She doesn't have to feel like an impostor, some other woman he doesn't know who is failing desperately at being his Carol. She has this place to thank for that; it's as likely as not that she'd never have told him willingly.

Daryl is clear about what there is to this, or rather isn't, at least in her mind, and it warms her heart. The trouble is, from Carol's side, there's nothing she'll do in her life anymore than isn't comfort-seeking. Rick's disappearance is rough but a drop in the bucket comparatively, for her. She knows, though, that for Daryl it's far more than that. He's been Rick's right hand for long enough that he has to feel the burden is on him, now, to lead.

She grasps his hand when it seeks hers. It's not some ambiguous idea of a 'better time' that keeps her from doing more, it's that he thinks there might be one. For her, there won't be. This is as 'better' as it will ever get.