When Heath and Glenn brought Daryl through the gates, his body hanging between theirs, Carol was surprised that her first emotional reaction to the scene was anger. There was no logical reason for it, and when they got him lying down on a bed in the infirmary, her anger quickly gave way to worry and concern.

Later, after he had woken up and told Carol what had happened, she felt that familiar anger simmering in her veins.

"If you had a helmet—"

"Sure, I'll just stop by the nearest bike shop and pick out a real nice one—"

Her anger began to burn. Couldn't he see how serious this was?

"Daryl," she spoke, voice quaking slightly, "in this world where you could literally be eaten to death, if you die in a motorcycle accident, I'm gonna kill you."

He almost laughed at her words, but Daryl saw how deadly serious her eyes were, how tightly she squeezed his hand. He sighed, and turned his over so he could interlock his fingers with hers. "I'll be more careful."

Her smile, though tearful, was bright and genuine. "That's all I ask.'