My hands were shaking. I was sweating. I was scared.

"What do you want?" I said to Thomas

"Now is that anyway to talk to your dad?" He asked slowly smiling.

"Your not my dad, Thomas." I said taking a step back.

"Well didn't someone grow a backbone since I last saw her." He said looking me up and down with a sickening look in his eyes.

"That's not the only thing that grew huh." He said licking his lips and staring at my chest.

"Leave." I said as I stepped back more and crossed my arms over my chest.

"No." He said "I know its bad out there. I aint going no where."

"Well you can't stay here" I said

"I think I can. I heard Rick talking about how its up to you whether or not I get to stay." Thomas said stepping closer. "And I know you being my daughter you'll vouch for me and let me stay."

"No I wont." I said dropping my hands and putting my right hand near my gun that's at the back of my pants.

"Oh I think you will." He said reaching for his own gun. "Unless you want me to hurt your boyfriend and your other friends."

I stopped from snapping back at the mention of Daryl. How the hell did he know? Daryl and I we weren't very public with our relationship. Both of us not liking the PDA.

"How did you know about him?" I asked my voice cracking a bit.

"It was easy to tell. The moment you passed out he jumped over to you and guarded you. Also just the way he looks at you. Hell you both are very obvious." He said "Tell me sweetie you fucked him yet?"

My face went red and my anger started to boil at the mention of mine and Daryls sex life.

"That's none of your fucking business." I said through my teeth.

"Ahh so you have. My little girl really is all grown up." He said with a sick smile.

"Just shut the hell 're leaving" I said as I gripped my gun and pulled it out.

But just as I pulled mine out he pulled out his own gun.

My hands were shaking a bit but I knew even with shaking hands I would be able to hit him where I wanted to.

"You gonna pull the trigger honey?" He said with a smirk.

I knew he thought I wasn't going to shoot. He still thought I was the weak little girl he last saw. To bad for him living in this world and even being with Daryl had made me grow up and stop being such a whimp.

I wasn't as cold as some of the other people were but I knew how to survive.

"I don't want to." I said. "I'm giving you the option to leave and live. But if you don't. I promise I will shoot."

Thomas just laughed at me before he lunged.

My finger pushed down on the trigger but it was too late he was able to push the gun away and the shot rang out as we both fell to the floor.

Thomas grabbed my hair and slammed my head into the ground while pushing his gun into my temple. Looking down at me he gave me a sickening smile.

"Now listen here baby, you're going to tell Rick and the others to let me and my boys stay. Got that?" He said pushing the barrel into my head to get the point across.

"No I won't" I said as I grabbed a rock and hit him across the face.

With a yell he fell from away from me holding his face and dropping his gun. I quickly reached for it but at the same time I did so did he and we quickly started wrestling for the gun. I felt his fist hit my ribs trying to get me away from it and even though it hurt I didn't stop. I couldn't. I knew he would kill me and maybe the others to.

Finally I was able to get the gun as I kicked him in his stomach when he tried to get on top of me. I turned toward him and as he got up I fired and his body fell on top of mine as his blood covered my face and clothes.

"Eva!" I heard someone yell.

Looking up I saw that it was Daryl and Rick both yelling and running towards me. I was still under Thomas he was to heavy for me to push off and plus with my ribs messed up possibly broken I was in no shape to move.

As Daryl came by my side Rick grabbed Thomas and threw him off me.

"Are you ok?" Daryl asked looking me up and down.

"I'm ok my ribs though I think they're broken." I said as he helped me up.

"What the hell happened?" Daryl asked. "Did he hurt you?" He said looking down at Thomas' body with a looked that had Rick stepping back.

"I took care of it" I said leaning into his side. During the fight my ankle had become messed up and it was making it hard to stand.

"You kill him?" Rick asked.

"I had to. He was going to kill everyone" I said.

Rick just nodded and started to follow us as Daryl helped me back to the prison were I could see everyone watching from the gates.

I wasn't moving that fast due to my ankle and I could tell Daryl was anxious in getting me back to the safety of the walls so he just stopped and picked me up carrying me bridal style the rest of the way back.

"You were right" I whispered to him.

"I didn't want you to get hurt. I'm sorry you had to do it." He said back just as quietly.

"Its ok. I should have listened to you in the first place." I said putting my head on his shoulder.

"Ya think?" He said.

I just sighed and closed my eyes I was tired.

. . .

My ribs weren't broken just bruised badly and my ankle was twisted but not broken. I was going to be on bed rest for a few days per Daryl's orders. Though I think he just wanted to make sure I was safe while the others worked on clearing out the other cell block for the other prisoners.

During those days I learned that 2 more of the prisoners had died. I didn't ask how though. I didn't really want to know.

Daryl came and went always leaving someone to look after me. I knew he wasn't mad anymore he was just busy. Being Ricks right hand man was keeping him with always something to do.

In that time Hershel was able to get up and walk/hobble around. I still wasn't aloud out of bed but I cheered for him from my cell.

I was busy drawing Daryl when the alarm's started and all hell broke loose.

Again.