Carol had to resist the urge to laugh at Daryl and the state that he was in. The giggle almost escaped her mouth, but she just barely managed to keep it from coming out. She didn't figure that he would like her laughing at him. And she wasn't really laughing at him so much as she was laughing at his state and the way that he looked. Daryl Dixon had always seemed like such a tough man, but in moments like this, and a select few others he just seemed so adorable.
"It's just back this way. The door is open." Carol pointed out because she had indeed left the door open when she'd come out. She smiled at him, a bit wider, unable to help herself, as she moved so that she was standing just in front of him, not leaning against the wall like him, though. "How about you come sleep in your room and your bed instead of against the wall out here?" She suggested, the smile still on her face.