Apparently he and Rick had gotten very drunk. Carol was probably more amused than she should have been, but she wondered how much Rick had drank too. Obviously Rick had to be in a similar shape, but he seemed to have made it back to his place just fine. Carol would have to check on him in the morning. She made a note to remember that for later, actually. Right now, though, Daryl was her focus.
The woman watched as he sort of did weebling and wobbling with the aid of the wall. Seemed that his ability to walk had probably gone out the window several beers ago. She idly wondered how he had managed to get this far, actually.
At his confusion Carol felt her chest move with holding in the laugh. There was almost a child-like quality to him at the moment. She wasn't frustrated or upset with him, it was mostly endearing. Though, she knew after sleeping he'd be hungover, which wouldn't be so pleasant. "How about I help you back to your room, sound like a good idea?" Maybe she could get him to drink some water to help with that hangover.