Much as Carol knows she doesn't have every reason to be joyous, everything about this moment s wonderful enough that she's forgotten, temporarily, the speck of grief that overlays everything she does, and even that what they're doing should make her at least a hint uncomfortable. A freedom that can't last forever; every reason to make the most of this while she can.

She has to move her hands, an unfortunate fact but for the good cause of divesting Daryl of his clothes. An abbreviated sound of frustration sounds against his mouth as she finds that lying on his back is not optimal for accomplishing such. So instead of slipping his shirt from his shoulders as intended, she grabs two handfuls of cloth and gives it a tug at the same time she shifts, starting to roll onto her back and clearly wanting him to come along.