The silence is starting to annoy Daryl. He doesn't like being with another person, let alone feeling like he's being stared at. He finally pipes up, his already hoarse voice cracking slightly with a growl. "You gotta name or anything, or should I just keep callin' you stupid lady?"
He really wouldn't mind to keep calling her that, after all. It's better than dumb bitch, he guesses. He called Carol that a few times, and felt pretty bad about it later. But he wasn't going to admit that to anyone, either.