I'm back with another multi-chapter story. I hope you enjoy it, feedback is always welcome, but I will ignore any hating. I understand I'm not perfect, so constructive criticism is welcome, without it, I wouldn't be able to improve.

This story will be mainly Meth, Merle/Beth, so if this ship isn't your cup of tea, please turn back now. It will be set in the middle of season three and four, the Woodbury citizens are already here for plot purposes as well. It won't be following the story's plot line, but some spoilers may slip through, so I advice watching all the seasons before reading this story. It's AU due to Merle being alive.

Without further ado! Please enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own The Walking Dead or the characters used in this story, I only own my own OC's. They belong to their respectful owners.

Merle wandered into the prison, eyes squinting as he slipped inside from night watch. Maggie and Glenn had relieved him early. He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck as he walked toward his cell. The soft sound of feet on concrete halted him. He slid into the cover of darkness as he watched Hershel's youngest walk into the kitchen. He smirked to himself as he licked his lips, eyes following her every move. She obviously thought nobody was up and that she wouldn't be interrupted, considering her lack of clothing. She was in a baggy white tank top, and shorts, which were barely visible. He stepped out into the moon light and watched her, leaning onto the bars seperating the kitchen and cell block.

"Wha' cha up ta, girlie?" He drawled, his voice low and husky, not wanting to wake the cell block, but still wanting the farmer's daughter to hear.

Beth let out a squeal of surprise as she turned around, her blue optics wide as she stared at a smirking Merle. "What do you want, Merle," she murmured, turning back around and preparing a bottle for Judith.

"No need ta be so hostile sweet cheeks! Jus' makin' conversation," he teased walking up behind her. He leaned against the counter, starting down at her, soaking her in as his eyes roamed her petite figure, lingering on her long pale legs.

"Just go away Merle," she tried again, trying to control her heart beat as it began to speed up and a blush began to form on her cheeks. She shuffled awkwardly as she prepared the bottle, chewing on her bottom lip. Once the bottle was made, she quickly screwed on the lid and turned around to make a quick exit, only to find herself eye level with Merle's sturdy chest only inches away.

"Why would I listen ta you?" He whispered, his breathe hot against her face as he lowered his head down to her's.

Beth froze, the blush becoming a deep red as she stared down at her feet, clutching the bottle tightly in her hands. She took a large breathe and waited, deciding to not talk, afraid her voice would sound to small and give away how scared she was. Merle still stood only an inch away, if either moved at all, they would be pressed together. The old redneck smirked as he lowered his mouth to her ear.

"Better get ta bed baby girl," he breathed, watching her shiver at his words. After a second, to let it sink in, he pulled away quickly and walked off to his cell, his foot steps silent, not looking back, but knowing she was still frozen in place.

Beth's breathing was heavy and her body refused to move. Her chest rose up and sunk back in rapidly. Feeling her knuckles begin to ache she gazed down at the bottle in her hand, full with Judith's formula. The thought of Judith snapped her out of her daze long enough to walk back to her cell slowly, her brain trying to fathom what Merle just did, and understand why he would do it.

"I don't understand Judy," Beth sighed out, rubbing her nose into the baby's neck after grabbing her from her crib they had gotten a month or so ago, holding her close as the small child began to feed from the bottle.

Thoughts bombarded her brain, the ones that weren't so innocent surprised her and set her face on fire. She had never given any of the men here at the prison much thought. Not in their main group anyway, and the Woodbury boys, she didn't know enough of them to develope feelings for any, except maybe that Zach boy who she found cute, he was beginning to be allowed on runs and such, and he often flirted with her. At the thought of even considering Merle sent a chill down her spin and the blush on her face to redden. Their main group didn't trust him, even if he hadn't done anything wrong that she witnessed. He did give Maggie over to the Governor, who had molested her, and beaten Glenn, then through a walker in the room with him, but she had been raised to forgive and forget, so she hadn't held it against him. She normally avoided him, and he avoided her. But having him invade her like that, it was new to her and she would have been lying if she didn't say it intrigued her. He didn't do anything wrong, he didn't even touch her, but if she told anyone he would certainly be thrown out, she doubted even Daryl would object. He didn't do anything really, just talked and stood close to her, so she decided to keep it to herself. She didn't want to cause more trouble.

That night, Beth's dreams were filled with one certain redneck, whose dreams where filled with blonde hair, blue eyes, soft curves, and ideas that would make the devil blush.