I inhaled deeply, my entire body trembling. My dad was actually alive... I'm not shocked he managed to survive this long, taking over a community was kind of a surprise though. If he's been alive this whole time, where's he been? I know he hated my guts but I didn't think he'd actually just leave like he did. Thinking back to the day I was walking home from school, watching that police officer come out of my house and chase me, if I would of stayed I'd of known he wasn't dead. What are the odds of being in a war against a camp he just so happens to run... the world truly does hate me. My stomach lurched and I threw up next to the truck, hanging onto the side of the bed.

"You alright?" A hand touch my shoulder. I jumped and pulled away, taking a moment to recognize Daryl standing there.

"I'm far from okay," I took a shaky breath, wiping my mouth and trying to spit the fowl taste out.

I looked up to see Rick charging towards us, an unpleasant look on his face. His eyes were locked onto me as he roughly pushed me back against the truck, my head hitting the window as he pinned my neck with his forearm. Daryl was fast at shoving Rick off and nearly tackling him to the ground before Hershel had crutched his way over and stopped it, raising his voice. I was still trying to catch my breath, pushing back memories Rick had unintentionally stirred. When I picked my head back up, Daryl stood between Rick and I, and Hershel was standing hesitantly in front of me.

"So that's your father..." He asked me carefully. The look of pitty on his face made me wanna puke again.

"I thought he was dead... years before the outbreak," I told him. He slowly nodded his head, still trying to absorb the information.

"You were in woodsberry for days! How do I trust you aren't playing us? He's family after all, and why did he call you Julie?" Rick spit at me. I gave him a death glare and crossed my arms defensively.

"Trust me, he's not family to me, even if he knew I was there it wouldn't of changed anything. You forget the part where he almost executed me? I was blindfolded, we didn't see each other," I corrected him.

"It could've been staged!" Rick argued, not convinced. Frustration was building up and boiling over me quickly, so I did something regrettable. I yanked my sleeves up and held my arms out, brushing past Daryl.

"This is how he showed me love, trust me, I'll kill him myself if I get the chance," I said, feeling the adrenaline start to fade. Ricks face dropped, staring down at my scared arms. He reached up and pulled my sleeves back down to how they were, and nodded his head without another word.

I sat quietly in the bed of the moving truck, Daryl sitting across from me, staring a hole through my forehead. My brain was busy elsewhere, like what was Rick gonna tell the others? What were the others going to say about me? They'll probably think I'm a monster just like him...

When we got to the prison, I was hesitant getting out of the truck. But my feet forced me to follow Rick and the others back inside where the group waited impatiently for what news we had.

"The governor wants the prison, and he wants us dead," Rick started. Everybody's face dropped in fear.

"We should leave," Carl looked at his dad.

"This is our home," Maggie reminded him.

"It's to late to leave now, he's probably got us surrounded," Merle grumbled from against the wall.

Rick excused himself to think about it in peace leaving the rest of us stressing over our options. I took that as my leave to and retreated to my watch tower. The sun was almost set as I sat down on the catwalk, letting my feet hang. My ears tuned in to the heavy foot steps slowly coming towards me.

"Not a lot of people wake up before me," Daryl said, sitting down besides me. I nearly froze, he was talking about the night we slept together after I so pathetically asked if it was okay I follow him to bed. I could still feel his lips on mine as if they'd just been there...

"Sorry to get your hopes up," I shrugged my shoulders, a sadness forming in the pit of my stomach as I stared at the ground. I've been pushing him away all day.

"Don't do that," he said in a serious tone. I picked my head up and mistakenly look at him, cause now I was trapped in his eyes and how hurt they looked.

"Don't do what?" I asked him, playing confused.

"Block me out, and don't give me that survival bullshit cause I damn straight ain't going anywhere any time soon and I refuse to let you go anywhere either," he claimed. I wanted to believe him so bad, more than anything in the world.

"You don't know that..." I said, standing up from my spot. I heard him jump up quickly behind me and pull my arm around to face him.

"Tell me honestly that you feel nothing for me," his hands were holding my head, fingers weaved through my hair.

My lips parted to say something but I hesitated, cause I do feel something for Daryl I just don't want to admit it. I can't do that to him, or to myself if something bad were to happen.

"Daryl I-"

I didn't get to finish whatever stupid sentence I was about to say because I was to busy having my lips crash into his as he pulled me closer. My body took over as I gave in, my arms snaked their way around his neck as the kiss got more intense. Soon my feet were being lifted off the ground and my legs wrapped around his waist, not breaking the kiss for a mere second. We were moving, I just had no idea where until I felt the mattress I'd tossed onto my floor earlier touch my back. Guess I'm glad I finally upgraded from the small cot...

Daryl's large frame hovered over me as his lips attacked my neck, making me moan as my center was aching for him. My hands fiddled with his clothes, trying desperately to get them off. He grabbed my hands of held them a moment.

"Slow down there tree girl," he was teasing me. Something sparked inside me as I pulled my hands away.

"Shut up," I quickly sat up, pushing him back and going for his belt again.

I could barely see that sexy smirk on his face as he ripped his shirt off over his head and tossed it into the dark room. I pushed him backwards so I was on the top now, straddling his lower hips. I felt his hands rake up my torso underneath my shirt. I decided on getting my revenge, peeling my shirt off as slowly as possible, moving my hips side to side and hearing him get all flustered as his hands gripped my ass tightly to pull me closer. Once my shirt was off, I slipped the straps of my bra down but didn't take it off, sending him over the edge as he quickly sat up with me still sitting on him. I felt the button of my jeans come off and lips press against my neck again.

"Two can play this game..." he whispered in my ear.