[ Sure it's not. She grins, up where he can't see, hearing that buried note of amusement in his voice and glad for it.

She hasn't made the connection to sex, assuming that whatever bestial urges Daryl had felt, they'd presented in less...intimate ways. So embarrassing throws her for a bit of a loop, her brow creasing faintly in confusion as she continues idly rubbing his back. ]

You used to. All the time.

[ But not anymore. Over the years, Daryl had slowly let the walls he'd put up to protect himself crumble away. He'd learned who he is, recognizing what he really cares about and embracing it, even as Carol had done the opposite.

She sighs, leaning her head back against the wall and giving him a squeeze. ]

But I don't think anyone's going to think you really...go around biting people.

They will understand.