Beth shrugs a little at his comment and although she's still smiling, it fades a little. "Not much to go back to is all," she says, even though there are some things. There's Maggie and Glenn and Judith, because she's sure they're all still alive. Carl's here and he's told her, he's been with his dad and Michonne and she knows, just like she told Daryl, that they're all too strong to die.

If anyone was going to die, she knows it would've been her. That she was with Daryl was just luck. On her own out there, she never would've made it as far as that funeral home.

"I really wanna go to college," she tells him, her smile growing again. "But I also really want a guitar." And when he gestures at the one he's been looking at, she leans in and gives a little sigh. "It's beautiful. You should buy it or... hey, we'll both test them out. I can play with you. Sometimes it's better to know if a guitar's the one that's meant for you when you hear it played alongside another instrument." That's what her mom told her once, that instruments are better when played together, but Beth's never really had that chance. It's always just been her and the old guitar or her and their piano.