Rick, Carl, but no mention of Judith. Carol releases a breath, careful to be unreadable and hating that she has to lie. But she can't cope with what she's certain she'd see on his face if she tells the truth, and there's no way she could explain about Teleios without him knowing. He'd ask what happened there, she'd try to dance around how some other version of himself fit in, and he'd know because she couldn't hide that. She's just not that good a liar anymore, especially not when she's talking to, or about, Daryl. Too many months spent training herself out of the lies and brush-offs and fits of selfishness masked in martyrdom.

And so here goes nothing. Hopefully the subject matter will be reason enough for her reluctance to discuss it.

"It was... a little after Tyreese..." Carol cuts herself off, looking away, dearly hoping that is good enough, that he'll take her reaction as grief (which is genuine, even if she doesn't remember it happening she knows it did and that is enough to hurt) instead of deception. He'll know she's holding back, but that's how she was about everything before Teleios. (Right? She thinks this is how. It's hard to try and act like a version of herself she doesn't want to be anymore.)

"You?" It's a deflection, yeah, which again could be easily explained by a number of things aside from not wanting to elaborate on her own situation. She hopes.