She kisses him, and it's not anything intense, just something women have a habit of doing with him. Mostly Carol, when he's real fucked up, and for a moment Daryl wonders if she's noticed some hurt. He can't make sense of it, really, but he lets it happen, closing his eyes and letting it pass.

He'll keep that, too, because it was freely given.

"Tell the kid goodnight for me," he murmurs, already turning away, curling up on the bed around the dog taking up most of it. "And that it was your kill."