A/N So, this is my first Walking Dead fic so please be nice! This just popped in my head and I wrote it in like ten minutes. It's probably not the greatest. It's weird to see that my first TWD fic is about Merle. I was thinking my debut would be with Daryl and Carol, but I guess not. So, this is set a little after the ending of 3x07 and it's kind of my take of what would be going through Merle's mind after his talk with the Governor. I hope someone enjoys this!
Merle threw the door open, smirking in satisfaction when it slammed against the brick wall with a loud bang. How dare the Governor question his loyalties? He had done every fuckin' thing he had asked of him. Well, except bring back that black chick's head and her damn sword. He shuddered at the thought of it. Why the fuck did he want her head? He knew the Governor could be a sick fuck, was a sick fuck, but this was a new level of sick he wanted nothing to do with.
He had joined the Governor and his men to find his baby brother, not chop off people's heads and have them kept as some kind of trophy.
It really wasn't any of his concern, as long as he wasn't the one to be losing a head, he supposed.
Shit! Are we livin' in some medieval time where we have ta worry about our heads gettin' lopped off? It's not like we don't have enough ta worry about with the dead walking around and all!
He roughly shouldered one of the guards as he came off watch, he wanted the man to turn around and say something to him. That would have been a good excuse to throw a few punches.
Fuck, he needed to blow off some steam. But the man kept walking, knowing the temper Merle Dixon was known for having.
What wouldn't he give for another stint in the arena! But with things going on as they were now, the Governor wouldn't allow it. The sooner they found Darylena and his little group, the better! He would take Daryl and hightail the fuck out of there and leave the Governor to deal with the rest.
Well, maybe he could stick around for a little bit to mess up Officer Friendly's face a bit. Maybe cut off his hand to see how he fucking liked it.
Jesus Christ, he needed to hit something or someone!
They had already gotten all the information they wanted from the Chinaman and his pretty little girlfriend, so visiting them wasn't an option either. He supposed he could take watch, but staring off into the blackness didn't appeal to him at the moment.
A slight breeze blew and he stopped in his tracks. The hair on the back of his neck stood up.
They were being watched.
Someone, or someones, were out there.
Turning towards the blockade, he saw nothing but the outline of the treetops and the black starless night.
He knew he could go up there and get a better look at the blackness.
But they would see him then.
Daryl would see him.
His brother was out there, he knew it was him. He sensed it. Officer Friendly was probably out there as well.
Shaking his head as he smirked, he walked in the opposite direction of the barricade. That would ruin the surprise if he went up there and he couldn't have that. Everyone knew that Merle Dixon loved making a grand entrance!
And it looked like they wanted to check out Woodbury. Well, soon enough they would be getting the fucking grand tour!
A/N How was it?
I'm hoping this isn't my last TWD fic...I kind of have an idea for a Caryl story, but idk if I'm going to put it to paper. We'll see! Also, if anyone wants to talk to me about The Walking Dead(especially Caryl!) just PM me! I would love to hear from any of you! Also, if you want to give me some tips on my writing I will greatly appreciate it!