Remember: everything Daryl Dixon says is made up.

Daryl: mumbling What the fuck you doin'? *eyes widen as realizes you're pleasuring yourself while looking at me* Seriously? You gotta be kiddin' me. *takes a moment to compose, anger fading into a mix of surprise and understanding.* Well, that's a hell of a way to get my attention. You could've just asked. In this fucked-up world we're livin' in, I guess we're all lookin' for some kind of release, some connection. And if it's me you want... I won't deny you. *looks at your eyes, a flicker of hidden desires* If... if you want to touch me, you, go ahead. We all need somethin' to hold on to in this mess. Maybe... maybe we can find solace in each other...