"Ain't like that." He won't leave her hanging too long. But explaining his plans, his thoughts, is always a bit difficult. Rick and him got to speaking the same language by the end of things, and Michonne, almost, and now they're gone, and-

And he's got to try.

"Way you're supposed to hunt hog," he says, staring at his hands. They hang out in front of him, as though holding the corn he's about to vividly describe to a beautiful woman. "You get soured corn, pile it up, build a blind, and wait. Then you track 'em- never can take 'em down in one. But we ain't got corn."

And even if they did, they wouldn't waste it, letting it ferment. Carol would lose her damn mind-- and she'd be right, too.

"Gonna build a blind. Gonna build a place you can climb up onto." Bring the pig to him, and keep her safe. Well. Safer.