A smile tugged at Daryl's lips despite himself. She was unknowingly echoing sentiments he'd expressed to Carol not long ago. Only a month or two back. That they gotta start over, make the future theirs, and say fuck you to the past.

He slid off the boxes, reaching out to pat her on the back as he did so, "You keep that in mind, you'll be fine. Come on, now. You can help me pull if you want. We've wasted too much time yammering on already."