Carol stands herself and bends over her hanging catfish, waiting for Daryl to get most of the way over to her back before she closes the distance in a few quick steps (he'll hear her, of course, and if he turns all the better). Nabbing the fabric of his sleeve to stop him from pulling her bag from its perch and pressing flush against him.

"Changed my mind," she says, splaying a hand on his chest and doing her best to guide him in whatever ways necessary to put his back against the tree trunk. Hopefully he'll do as she wishes, it's for a good cause.

Pressing in close again, she resumes kissing him with unapologetic fervor, and her hand slinks down to work his belt open. If there's any objection forthcoming, he'd better do it fast.