After several moments of awkwardly holding out his slobbered-on hand, Daryl lets it drop back to his side as his expression falls ever so slightly, instant regret setting in. Christ. Why did he do that? That was probably weird — for both of them. Slipping his hand into his pocket instead, he nods in the direction he plans to head, hoping Vivi will take the hint to follow. He hasn't actually gone out specifically for ice cream before, so it may take a bit of hunting to find a place that carries it.

"Don't worry 'bout payin'," he assures Vivi. "Save that for stuff you need." Daryl may have exceedingly poor social skills, but he isn't going to invite a kid out for ice cream and expect him to pay for it.

"That Alexandria place you mentioned, it's your home? What's it like?"