Author's Note: I don't own anything having to do with the Walking Dead only Becca belongs to me.

Based off of the song 'Take It Out On Me' by Florida Georgia Line and you can thank lunastars for opening my eyes to Merle Dixon ;)

Mature readers only please! I apologize now for any mistakes but I wanted to post this before I went to sleep.

Any suggestions/comments/critiques are all welcome!

Take It Out On Me

"Merle Dixon?" Amy questioned while we were sitting down by the lake scrubbing as much dirt and grime from our clothes as possible.

I shrugged and continued to work on the shirt in my hands being careful not to tear any of the buttons off on the washboard. "It's not what you think."

Andrea snorted as she let her jeans flops back into her bucket, "Oh, please do fill us in because I don't know why anyone would marry that racist-" I cut her off with a raised eyebrow and she put her hands up in surrender. "I just don't get it is all, none of us do, you're nothing like him. You're too good to be a Dixon."

No, actually, I'm not good enough to be a Dixon, I thought dejectedly.

*Flashback*

It was the fourth time that month that Rich and I had gotten into an argument so bad that it left me in tears. We had been up half the night screaming and yelling and to be honest I couldn't even tell you what we were fighting about this time. It was always something though; bills, housework, or simply looking at one another the wrong way.

"Go on, Becca, run away like you always do!" Rich hollered after me as I grabbed my car keys and stormed out of the house at eleven o'clock at night. The anger that was coursing through my body made my blood boil and if I didn't get out of there I would have ended up doing something I would have regretted.

I knew where I was going to go, it was the same place I always went after we fought. It was the one place in this whole pathetic town that I could go and clear my mind no matter what time of day or night it was. I parked my car next to his motorcycle, thankful his brother's truck was no where to be seen, and walked right in the front door of the trailer not bothering to knock. God knows he wouldn't have answered if I did and I needed this. I needed my release.

Merle came walking out of the kitchen with a beer in his hand and a sloppy grin on his face clearly high on whatever the drug of choice was that week. The door slammed closed behind me on its own accord and I tossed my car keys onto the table that was littered with trash. My hands shook with rage and my lip trembled trying desperately to keep the tears at bay.

He knew what was coming next, he knew how to take care of me in a way that no other man, no other person, knew how to. We both understood that if I let my temper go in the way I wanted to I would end up behind bars, again. My father in-law didn't care who started it or who said what he would have the cuffs around my wrists without a second of hesitation. Being arrested wasn't what scared me it was not being able to see him if I was locked away in some jail cell. Merle took one last swig of his beer finishing it off and tossed it towards the trash can not caring if it actually made it in or not.

"Take it out on me," he opened his arms.

I took no time in crossing the room and he let me shove him up against the wall with everything I had. I never worried about hurting him, he could take it, but if I didn't let it out somehow I'd implode. Merle never once tried to talk me off the ledge or comfort me with sympathetic words he let his actions do the talking. I dug my finger nails into his bare upper arms to stop my hands from shaking as my lips crashed onto his with such force you could almost hear the impact.

No time was wasted as we tore at each other's clothes we knew this was going to be anything but slow and sensual. He slid his hand between my legs and circled his middle finger over my clit for a few seconds making my knees tremble in anticipation. I stroked his penis with my left hand getting him hard as quick as possible which didn't take long while I used my right to keep myself standing. When he pinched my clit the instant sensation between pain and pleasure took me over the edge and I all but scaled the wall so I could get my legs around him.

A chuckle escaped his lips, "Easy, sugar."

"Merle," I growled as I raked my finger nails down his back to the point he'd have visible marks the next day.

He effortlessly lifted me off the ground and held onto my bare ass as I wrapped my legs around him. He walked us over to the worn couch and he sat down so I was straddling him. Merle Dixon was a forced to be reckoned with but at this very moment he let me take the control I so desperately craved. I shifted my hips and gasped as he entered me further than I thought was possible.

My hands held onto his broad shoulders and I rocked forward arching my back. His hands found the way to my breasts and he roughly massaged them before tweaking my nipples shooting the same pain/pleasure sensation through me again. I took in a shuddering breath as I felt myself dripping with ecstasy and any angered thought I had went out the window as his finger found my clit.

"Oh…shit…" I cursed and I felt his chest rumble with pride under my hands. "Fuck, Dixon." He removed his hand and I couldn't help the whimper that escaped my lips. "Don't stop! What're you doing?!" I nearly cried out.

Instead of returning his finger to my twitching clit he pinched my nipples again. "Scream for me, girlie."

There was no going back now and I bounced up and down on him as quickly as humanly possible, my whole body trembling from the eruption that was building deep inside of me, "Shit, I'm going to…oh, God…"

"Louder," he demanded reaching a hand back and smacking my ass as hard as he could.

That last bit of pain put me over the edge and I screamed out his name as my pussy tightened around his dick causing him to spill his seed deep within me. I sat on top of him and tried to catch my breath until I knew I could stand without falling over. My heart and mind had a huge internal debate just like they did after every time we did this but there was no doubt about it, I had to go home.

I found my underwear kicked under the coffee table and tugged them on before going in search of my bra that had landed on top of the small television.

"What was it this time, Bec?" he asked as I pulled my shirt back over my head.

I shook my head and searched for my car keys among the trash, "Does it matter?"

He buckled his belt and patted his pockets looking for a pack of cigarettes, "I'm tellin' ya, Bec, he'd look much better without his front teeth and a broken nose."

"Don't you dare," I warned and ran my hands through my hair a few times in hopes of making it look somewhat normal. "I love him…he's just-"

The front door opened and I froze for a brief second until I saw it was only Daryl. I sighed in relief that he hadn't walked in a few minutes earlier but the youngest Dixon was anything but stupid. "Bad night?"

"I've got to go," I plastered on the smile I'd be wearing for the rest of the day and patted Daryl's arm as I passed him.

"Bec!" Merle stopped me when I hand my hand on the door knob. "You think about what I said!"

Daryl glanced between us with a confused expression on his face but I couldn't get the words to come out so I left.

*Present*

I glanced down at my left hand before I started scrubbing the shirt against the board again. "Like I said, it's not what you think. You wouldn't understand." He came out of the woods with his brother trailing after him and I added silently, you'll never understand him.

My only regret was never taking Merle up on his offer because even after I refused to leave my husband and nearly got bitten as Rich turned into a walker he made sure I was in the truck with him and his brother on the way to Atlanta. He walked a little taller when I was around and one of these days I was going to let him take it out on me instead.