*This is complete smut-PWP. It's a Merle /FOC one shot I wrote as a birthday surprise for one of my special readers who is all about the Merle love! It's my first Merle focused piece; I tried to merge my brand of smutmance with Merle and I hope it works.

*It is a bit AU as Merle was not left behind on the roof in Atlanta. He's been with Rick's group all along causing trouble and stirring shit up so now is at the Greene's farm settling in with the rest. The time period is late season 2.

*SO without further ado, Happy Birthday JDB7707! I know this is a surprise so I hope you like it! You are one kick ass lady and I am glad to know you !

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"I am not meant to be alone and without you who understands."

― Carson McCullers

She was safer in a group. Jen kept telling herself that. Every day she fought the urge to take off on her own. Safety in numbers was all that was keeping her with this band of survivors. It was common sense, not the need to connect or feel close to any of these people. Not even him. Especially not him.

She turned her attention to the conversation at hand and laughed when everyone else laughed. She gave her opinion when expected. But every time she glanced up at Dixon, he was staring right at her. It made her skin crawl. It made her heart pound. Her palms were sweating despite the cool, night autumn air and she found herself constantly focusing on a piece of fuzz on her sweatshirt or an imaginary fleck of dirt under her fingernail. She twirled a long strand of her dark hair around a forefinger.

At one point, she stared back at Merle, forcing herself not to flinch. His steely blue gaze remained unwavering, challenging her sparkling, suspicious emerald one. What the hell was he doing? They'd talked about this. She wasn't comfortable with the whole situation and despite the mutual attraction, she wasn't ready. But he was pushing her buttons and he knew it. Trying to show her that she was ready. Forcing her to be ready. You bastard. She just wanted to be left alone. She just wanted him all over her. She looked away.

His chest was broad, his arms were perfectly lean but solid. The times she stood behind him, she could see the muscles of his back moving under his shirt. He reminded her of any movie she had ever seen with Vikings, Celtic warriors or anything involving sweat, blood and manliness. She was enamored. But cautious. He had a reputation. Rick had a beef with him over something that happened in Atlanta. He was a loudmouthed son of a bitch always starting shit, but at the same time she'd never seen anyone so brave and outspoken in her life. Still, after everything she'd been through, getting close to people was not on her agenda.

The conversation droned on but all Jen could think about was that Merle wasn't leaning back with his arms across his chest and shit-eating grin on his face. He wasn't baiting Rick and Shane or ragging on his younger brother. It was odd for him not to be trying to commandeer the conversation. He offered no rude remarks or confrontational moves tonight. She shook involuntarily at the thought that he was entirely focused on her.

At some point Rick or maybe Herschel commented that it was getting a little too cold out and that they should move inside. Jen was on the far side of the porch, furthest from the door. She tried to get up quickly without looking like she was moving fast, but everyone else in front of her was meandering and blocking her way. She didn't need to turn around to know he was behind her. She swore she could feel the heat radiating off of him and into the backs of her thighs, ass, shoulders, and neck. She shivered but remained diligent, facing the door they were all herding toward. She bit her lip and held her breath trying to block out his scent, the masculine mix of wood smoke, gunpowder, fresh grass, acrid dirt, and sweat.

Andrea stumbled backward, startling Jen, who fell back into Merle. She shook off his hands when he steadied her and flushed a little in anger. She refused to turn. She let her hair curtain her face protectively. She was almost inside and would disappear into the crowd again. Right before she could step through the doorway, however, Merle grabbed her arm and pulled her back. In one swift motion, he closed the door behind Andrea and shoved Jen back against the wooden shingled surface of the house.

His lips were on hers before she could voice any protest and she tried to push him away. Merle didn't expect the strength behind her first shove and he broke away for an instant. His face looked determined and angry as he slammed her back against the wall, rougher this time and pinned her with his solid body bringing his lips back against hers. She was letting out small sounds of protest which seemed to make him even more steadfast. She writhed and pushed against him as hard as she could, to no avail.

Jen's head was swimming. She could feel every part of him that was pressed up against her like it was on fire and soon she stopped resisting. She started to kiss back opening her mouth to feel his tongue slide into it. Merle groaned when he felt her submit, and his hands slid up her arms and shoulders to take hold of her head, tilting it this way and that in order to deepen and control their kisses.

She moaned into his mouth and moved her hands from his chest, that she was just moments ago pushing against with all her might, to slide her fingers under his shirt and around to his back. She tried to pull him even closer and started to dig her nails into the flesh beneath his undershirt. He jerked her against him when her nails bit into his skin and as she scraped them from his shoulder blades and down his back he shivered.

He broke the kiss leaving her gasping as he took hold of her wrist and started to make his way across the porch down the steps and into the woods that bordered the property. He took long strides and soon he was practically dragging her into the trees. She stumbled behind him and for a moment came to her senses.

"Dixon!" She protested and tried to pull away but only made him tighten his grip on her wrist as he whirled around and shoved her against a tree. "Stop!"

"I ain't playing girl."

She gasped and he attacked her mouth again and this time she gave in. His tongue glided against hers with deep, long strokes, making her stomach tingle and burst into flame. She wrapped her arms over his shoulders and around his neck as he ground into her, his hands digging into the sides of her thighs and taking a firm hold of her ass.

"Shit, Jenny." He broke away again with a sound that could be best described as a growl and proceeded to pull her deeper into the woods, finally coming to a small clearing. He stopped and turned away from her, his chest heaving and he looked up at the black sea of stars. His voice was laced with anger "Those people look at me like I'm the devil. I Know what they say. Tell you to keep away from me don't they?"

"Yeah. They say you're more than trouble." She stated hoarsely trying to catch her breath. "Fuck them. It's not what I see."

"What do you see then, huh?" He turned back and this time it was her turn to attack. She grasped a fist-full of his shirt and pulled him against her as their lips hungrily ravaged each other. He started to kneel pulling her down with him, their arms wrapped around each other, and once on their knees Merle leaned forward lowering her onto the prickly, dry grass of the clearing. He drew the kiss away from her lips to nibble at her neck. She felt light-headed and gulped the air, pressing her body up against his as his teeth scraped against her tender skin.

He straightened himself and planted one knee between her legs and the other on the outside of her thigh. He tore his shirt off, tossing it to the side. She sat up slightly to pull her hoodie off, and her t-shirt unexpectedly came with it making Merle give that wry half smile he hadn't shown at all yet that night. The cold air enveloped her skin and she was quickly covered in goosebumps but he lowered himself back on top of her, deliciously warm making her whole body scream to connect with his skin. He planted rough kisses on her neck, shoulders, collar bones, the tops of her breasts, all while reaching down to undo the button and zipper of her jeans.

Her thighs tightened around his leg and she used her feet to kick off her boots. His pressure against her pussy was delightful, and she out a sigh and moan as he pressed his thigh harder against her crotch. He sat back up and moved so that both of his knees were between her trembling thighs and started to yank her jeans and panties down and over her hips. She lay there before him, naked except for her bra. He glanced at the black lace covering her heaving breasts then back up at her face, and she understood. She arched and reached behind to undo the clasp, pulled it off and tossed it to the side.

He stood and unbuckled his belt. At the sound of the buckle jingling free Jen felt the coil low her belly tighten in anticipation. As his jeans fell and he pulled his boxers off she was suddenly filled with fear. He was huge. She had no earthly clue how he was going to fit inside of her. Thick and long, his cock defied gravity as it stood at attention. He saw the look on her face and quickly kneeled back down between her legs, caging her body with his and she could feel his hardness between her legs. She forgot her fear as his lips moved against hers, one of his hands in her hair while the other teased and twisted her nipple.

Soon she was thrusting her hips up to his and positioned herself so that she was rubbing herself against his shaft. She was sighing and moaning softly and she reached between them so that she could lead him to her. She felt the head of his cock at her opening and she slid it up and down so that it hit her clit making her jerk in response. She placed his head back at her opening and started to pull him in towards her.

Merle stopped, grabbing her wrist, causing her to groan in frustration. "Say you want this girl. Say you want me to fuck you... you always wanted this..."

She nodded frantically.

"Say it." He ordered through gritted teeth.

"Yeah I wanted it..want you..." She managed to breathe the words.

"Then I'm gonna fuck you now. Nice and slow... you're gonna feel it."

She was surprised at how slowly he started to enter and she held onto his biceps as he carefully eased himself into her. There was an exquisite mixture of pain and pleasure as he stretched her, slowly forcing her pussy to conform to fit him. Once he was deep inside of her, he started to move back out and then in again, sliding easily with how wet she was.

She started to lift her hips to meet his thrusts so he pushed a little harder making her gasp with each push. He lowered himself to his elbows so their chests rubbed together and her nipples were stimulated by his sweat slicked, solid pecs.

Her head was moving back and forth, her breathing deepening as he thrust into her harder and harder. She didn't think her pussy could feel any tighter around him, but soon it started to contract as her orgasm swept in and rolled through her. She felt the warmth spread from her stomach into her thighs as her hot core tightened and started to quiver. His timing was perfect and he buried himself deeper inside of her as she climaxed, violently shaking and convulsing under him, her nails slowly raking across his back.

"That's it girl show me what you got." He grunted, urging her on.

She didn't know how loud she was moaning until she stopped, the woods were sounding strangely quiet.

He started to slide out of her causing little aftershocks to erupt deep inside her, making her tremble. When she opened her eyes and saw him kneeling between her legs, his cock shining in the moonlight from her juices she was filled with lust again. She quickly rolled over onto her stomach, pulled her knees under her and raised her ass into the air.

His hands were on her hips in an instant and he slammed his hard length deep making a low and guttural moan escape her lips, slightly muffled by the grass and earth under her face. Merle grabbed a fistful of her dark chocolate locks and wrapped them around his hand. She straightened her arms and took handfuls of grass to steady herself as he yanked her head back by her hair and thrust deeply inside. She pushed back against his movements and gasped "Harder!"

Merle obliged grunting with a chuckle slamming so forcefully into her that the sound of their flesh slapping together echoed through the trees. Her pussy was stretching and contracting as his cock hit parts of her that made her feel animalistic and wild. She pushed herself up on all fours and looked back at him over her shoulder. "Fuck me," she said, her voice unsteady from his thrusting. "That what you wanna hear?" With that, he slammed harder into her and she reached back to take one of her ass cheeks into her hand. "Go on fuck me!"

His expression darkened and he started to groan louder with every hard and deep thrust. "Who's fucking you girl? Say it. Say my goddamn name!"

"Merle Dixon... is...fucking...me," she moaned while keeping eye contact with him, sweat breaking out on his brow. He sounded like an animal, grunting and growling, and her own noises were just as animalistic. "Yes...fuck yes..."

"Ya goddamn right!"

She felt the familiar sweet, pulsing ache build up within her and pushed back against him desperately. Her arms gave out from under her and her face was back in the grass as he had let go of her hair so both large rough hands could grip her hips bruisingly. She moaned and cried into the ground and started to chant she was coming, sounding like a delirious mantra. Her pussy clenched down on his cock as she shook and jerked and a moment later he pulled out abruptly. Her skin was cool from the night breeze so she felt every drop of him on her back and ass; every drop hot and heavy as he came on her.

Jen couldn't move and after a moment she realized that she was completely on display. She used all the energy she had to tilt herself and fell clumsily onto her side. After a moment, she was able to lift her head and saw Merle collapsed, sprawled out on the grass on his back, breathing heavily. She sat up and grabbed the closest piece of clothing nearby, which happened to be his shirt. She threw it at him and crawled over, sitting next to him so that he could wipe his come off of her back. He did so, sloppily, but not complaining like she'd expected him to. She took a chance and curled up to his side and he responded by putting his arm around her shoulders.

The parts of her that weren't in contact with his skin started to get cold and she moved to get up. His arm tightened around her shoulders and he turned her head towards him, gripping her chin between his thumb and forefinger. His gray-blue stare let her know exactly who she belonged to now. He had hunted her, somehow knowing she wanted to be caught. Despite her protests and actions to the contrary for all the previous months they'd known each other, Merle had seen through her tough exterior. He knew by her fight that she'd be able to handle him. She was made for him and it had been a matter of him getting her to admit it.

"Sometimes it's the ones who run the hardest and fastest that wanna be caught the most." He said into her ear, his voice hot and graveled.

Jen couldn't speak but nodded. She felt a chuckle vibrate through his chest. Smug bastard. She thought. My smug bastard.

They lay there until she couldn't take the cold anymore and then they lay there a little longer.