They were now standing at the cell block door. Camilla's fists were balled and her knife was up her sleeve, she'd never angered her father before, she didn't know how this was going to go. Rick sent her a reassuring glance before putting the key into the door. As they stepped in, she subconsciously stepped closer to L.J. Her father was giving her a menacing glance from across the room, waiting for her to be far enough away from the group so her could yell at her. L.J followed her gaze to him and he stepped in front of her, as if to block her from his view.

Daryl still had that disappointing look on his face. She didn't understand why. She spoke her mind and she needed some peace. She was sick of the constant bickering. She noticed that Beth was being embraced in a hug with her sister and her father. L.J had been pulled off by Micheal and Lincoln. Lincoln had engulfed him in a hug before holding what sounded like a conversation about safety and self control. Tweener and Seth took L.J's place standing beside her. Both knowing what T-bag was capable of. He wasn't used to taking rejection from anyone.

She had just started to notice that the group had begun to thin out. Carol was holding a conversation with Andrea, Beth was in her cell, Hershal and Westmoreland were discussing the bible, Sucre and Micheal were conversing about something that had happened in a prison riot, C-note, T-dog and Daryl were standing over a map on one of the two tables, Lincoln and L.J were having a father son moment,Veronica was having small talk with Mahone, Tyrese and Sasha were teasing each other, Abruzzi was moping in his cell and T-bag was sitting in his cell, fuming.

T-bag then stood, too calmly for her liking. He walked over to her, his usual swagger not evident in his walk quite evident. He then beckoned her over. She reluctantly stood. Daryl's eyes were now diverted to her direction, he tensed.

L.J was sitting in the cell with his father when her turned to see Daryl get up out of his seat looking quite uncomfortable. He sent a nod to his father before leaving the cell and entering the cell block.

Camilla was now standing in front of T-bag who looked too calm and controlled to really be calm and controlled. Without thinking, he pulled her into his arms. Camilla stood confused, though she visably tensed and hugged him back, tears in her eyes. What came out of Theodore's mouth was something she hadn't expected. "I was so worried". This brought tears to her eyes. And though T-bag was too proud to let his fall he engulfed her further into the hug.

She stepped back just in time to see a single tear roll down his face. He was quick to wipe it away.

Meanwhile, everyone was standing shocked into silence. Carol nudged Rick and quietly asked that he let them have their moment. He sent everyone glances and they all seemed to understand that they were having a father daughter moment. They all went back to what they were doing.

T-bag then placed a hand on her shoulder and the other on her cheek. "My little girl" he mumbled, grinning lightly, not with malice but regret. He then lent down and kissed her forehead before walking into his cell. Daryl had witnessed this and decided that she needed time alone.

Camilla walked to her cell with a blank expression. She didn't know if she was shocked or if she was thankful. Maybe both. But she hadn't expected that reaction from her father. She sat on her bed with her head in her hands, but she didn't shed a tear. She just sat there. Thinking about her father's uncalled for reaction. She'd never seen her father react that way. The apocalypse must have changed him somehow. He used to be violent, but she hadn't seen him react that way since her mother died.

Her inner monologue was then interrupted when Seth stepped into her cell. "H-hey Cam." He said, scratching the back of her head nervously. "Whats up Seth?" She said, looking up at him from the bottom bunk. "I was wondering if you were okay...cause like...well I kinda know you're dad and all that and like.. he can kinda be a dick." Seth added, his nervousness excelling slightly. He was now holding his arm.

She tapped the seat next to her and he sat down. "How do you know?" She asked curiously. He bowed his head. Putting her head in his hands. Before she could even comprehend what was going on tears were pouring down his face. She quickly wrapped her arms around his slim form and he fell into hers.

They stayed like this. Her head was resting on his and her arms wrapped around him. She eventually fell asleep and he followed soon after.

Micheal walked in to see them holding each other. A smile crept upon his face. He could hardly believe that people so young could avoid the amount of death around them. He leaned on the cell door, recognizing the cell instantly from his first day in Gen. pop. He hadn't been terrified the first day. He knew he had to save his brother. Their relationship was a force to be reckoned with. His brother and L.J were the only people he had left. A tear strolled down his face when he thought of Sara. She didn't deserve the death she'd gotten. He loved her. Love was something that they didn't have enough of these days. People had lost their humanities. Love was something that could be the death of you, yet he'd probably die without it.

He looked down at the two before he turned away. As he turned, he nearly crashed into none other then Alex Mahone, who stared at him with discomfort. Micheal then turned to Mahone and asked him a very open question. " Mahone, do you believe that everyone is even now? We've pretty much all commited the same crimes, excluding Theodore, yet you still treat us like convicts." Mahone turned to him, his face holding a bewildered expression.

" I know what everyone's done. I treat you no differently then anyone else. I miss my family. They're probably gone and theres no way of knowing if their dead or not. Not to mention the avoidance of half the group. It doesn't matter what we did in our past, if we're going to survive, we have to pull through this together." Mahone stated, before turning and walking down to the main floor leaving behind a slightly shell shocked Micheal.

Daryl had been sitting in his cell for what seemed like hours. He would never say it out loud but he missed his brother dearly. Though he wouldn't admit it, having his brother there would make everything a hell-of-alot better. He'd have everyone he cared about close to him.

His thoughts were interupted when he heard a loud bang from outside. He jumped down from his bunk and stepped out of his cell. He turned to Veronica picking up what looked like one of the bags he had stolen from personals. She was picking up a variety of things. From clothing to a wallet.

"Where'd ya get that?" He asked her. She jumped, having not noticed he was watching her. "It doesn't matter" She stated, moving faster. "More like who'd ya get that for?" He asked, startling her. "Look, its just some stuff. Thats it." She countered, putting everything back into the bag and continuing to walk in the other direction.

"Who's it for? I know you ain't an inmate? That's from personals." He called to her. She turned again, almost dropping everything in her arms, but steadying it again. She walked towards him. "Would you keep you're mouth shut. Look, Mr. I-know-the-prison-system-so-well, It doesn't matter who its for! God dammit, you already know that half of the population of this prison are inmates. Just please, most of the inmates don't deserve their sentences." She added, her face saddening slightly. "Like who? Everyone did somethin' to get in here." He added defiantly.

"Thats a common misconception, its not the action that is dictatable, it should be the motive" She stated before walking off towards her cell.

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