Carol made it to the roof first, the gun that he'd given her in a holster at her waist. It hadn't left her side since he'd given it to her, and she didn't intend for it to. She was also wearing the scarf, up and in her hair. She didn't wear it every day, but she liked it very much. It was nice, having something that was just hers. It had been awhile since she had.
She was in a good mood because Maggie Green had arrived at the prison. She hadn't seen her yet, but the knowledge that she was there, and apparently safe, made her feel just a little bit better. She and Maggie weren't close, really, but she hoped maybe that would change now that she was there with them.
"Hey," she greeted Daryl a moment later, when she spotted him on the roof.