Daryl was probably never in the mood to talk. She couldn't think of a situation in which he was ever a particularly chatty person. He wasn't a man of many words. He said what he had to say as bluntly as possible. He didn't try to mix words. He just said it. And though it was one of the things that she appreciated about him, at the same time he didn't always take the time to really use his words. It was a double edged sword.
Communication wasn't exactly one of Daryl's strong suits. He wasn't good at expressing how he was feeling, not that Carol was always much better, but she still had a bit of a leg up on him. She could put what she felt into words a bit at least. She wasn't sure that Daryl had ever had to.
As Daryl moved, stomping away, Carol followed. Of course she followed. She hadn't come out here to be ignored. She had to try. She didn't know what it was that she needed to say. She just knew that she wanted to try to talk to him. She wanted to figure out what he needed to hear to know that she hadn't meant to upset him in the way that she had. "Daryl!" Carol called out his name, wanting to get his attention. She didn't touch him, though, figuring that this wasn't one of the times that she could get away with one of the touches that no one else could.
"I know you're hurt, but people make mistakes. I made a mistake. I wasn't trying to hurt you, though. I just got caught up in the feeling of being needed, like a mother again." Carol knew that he didn't need excuses and she didn't want to give him any. "That's no excuse. I should have called. I left you to worry and I regret it because I care about you and that's the last thing I wanted to do." Carol sped up so that she could try and get a better look at him.
"You can't pull away from everyone and give up every time you gut hurt or someone makes a mistake that upsets you. We're a family and we care. I care especially. I'm sorry I hurt you, I really am." She wanted him to forgive her. She didn't know if he would, though.