After killing those men, Rick was in shock. You could tell.
"Go to bed" he mumbled, not even looking at you.
The morning after he was where he sat last night. Daryl and him were talking outside the car. You sat in the car with Carl and Michonne. There was nothing to be said.
"Wipe your face" Daryl mumbled.
"We should save that, to drink" Rick protested.
"You can't see yourself, he can. Y/n can" he said "after last night, don't wanna traumatize her anymore"
"Yeah, you're right, I don't"