That moment. That moment was almost indescribable. It was the bittersweet beauty of a miracle you hadn't realised you were still wishing for coming true. Daryl Dixon wasn't a man of many words and he didn't have any as he looked up, unsuspecting, in that direction. He didn't have any as he ran towards her, pure desire and agonising happiness tearing through him. He had no words, only muffled sobs as he clung to her, clung to her tight like she was his only reason for living.
His Carol. In his arms.
As he held her, he realised how much of him had been missing, how much of himself he'd abandoned to lost hope. Ever since Rick told him what happened to her, not a day went by where he didn't think about her. If she was still breathing, still fighting. Inside he still felt like she'd make it back to him. After the fall of the prison, things were bleaker, chances became slimmer.
So the moment in which he held her, felt her, breathed her in was a miracle. He couldn't remember the last time he'd felt like that and yet he had no words to say. Only looked into her gentle eyes, rested his head on her shoulder and prayed they'd never part again.