"Hey." Daryl stops in the open doorway, looking at Rick. Hey keeps his voice low, just for the two of them - not that there's much in the way of privacy in their group; everybody knows everybody else's business. And that's fine, but he wants Rick to hear him. "I'm not going anywhere. And your ass has gotta unwind. All them in there," the kids, their family, "need to see you being okay, so they can be okay. Let me n'Carol be the assholes about it."

Regardless of what he and Carol may or may not be up to, he definitely noticed her putting on that act turning over all their guns. Daryl's not stupid, he knows what's going on there. She can be paranoid and Daryl can be hostile and Rick can breathe.

Anyway. That's all he's got to say, so he shrugs a little and spares a final glance at the other man before slinking off to bathe. Later, looking exactly as gross as he did pre-shower because it's humid as fuck in Virginia and his clothes have more holes than not, Daryl is sitting on the back porch and just listening. Preemptively giving up on sleep, apparently.