So uh I wanted to write something about Daryl and Merle again... I tried a slash scene first but that didn't work and this did. Short and simple and sweet.

Takes place after Merle's death.

Um, it has nothing bad in it really, just implies that they were together and stuff.

Enjoy.

Sorry for any spelling errors.

He's gone, there's no doubt in that. I killed him. I had no choice, and leavin' him there to suffer wasn't what he'd wanted. If he woulda been alive by time I reached him, and hesitated, he'd called me a pussy, tellin' me I was nothin' but weak. Then he'd laugh...

He knew what he was doin', knew his fate and he would've wanted me to kill him. I don't have any regrets.

But I'd be lyin' if I said I didn't miss the bastard.

In some odd way, I miss his teasin' and tauntin' and I find myself rememberin' the times spent with him, before this all started.

I don't let the others know. Not even our leader. But I'm stuck in my past more now than ever before, stuck wantin' what I use to have.

Me and his silly little wrestles, and how he'd always win and sit above me with a smirk on his face as he called me names.

It's what brothers done.

But we were different. We had somethin' most brothers didn't dream of.

I miss the ways he'd touch me. How he'd kiss me...

He's still here with me, in a sense. Even if it ain't how I want him to be. But he's still 'round with me. Watchin' over me, not 'cause all I'd ever be is weak.

Nah, I think he knew my strength as I grew up.

But he looks over me, 'cause it's his job. He's still my brother, still feelin' as if he's gotta protect me.

I know he's there, I can feel 'him... When I'm in trouble, he's there...

Just like the time the walkers found their way into the prison again somehow and I got separated from the others.

No other doors were open, I swear I was done for but then, right in front of my own eyes, it was as if a breeze had pushed the door ahead of me open, givin' me my escape.

Only, the doors were iron or steel or whatever, no wind could move 'em. No wind could find its way in, not in the below parts of the prison where I had ran off too.

I didn't even have time to turn around before the door was slammed shut.

Had to be him, had to be Merle...

Sometimes he's there in my dreams too, and when I wake, I can feel him in the building with me. When it's all quite and the rest are sleepin', I can sense him and I swear, I can sometimes here his little taunts and that laugh that always followed.

Sometimes I hear footsteps or a sigh of sorts... Sometimes I can still feel his breath against my neck, as if he was next to me.

I don't say nothin', only mutter a 'shut up, Merle' to his insults but I always, no matter what I hear, I always smile after words and soon I'm driftin' off again, to a world that is ours and only ours... A place where I visit him, where there's no danger, no prying eyes or suspicious glances.

I ain't never been no damn poetic person, but I always had a soft spot for him. My brother, he made me feel like I was always one of them 'hopeless romantics'. I was always softer, and sweeter and lovin'.

But that's how it was suppose to be, we wouldn't have worked out no other way...

Sometimes, when I'm patrolling the prison yard, I feel him walkin' with me and I talk to him. There's never a response, just a breeze here or there and that's his way, to reassure me... And I find myself getting all teary - eyed and shit, then I laugh 'cause I know he'd kick my ass if he was physically there with me...

I wipe 'em away and move on.

Sorry it's short, I'm tired though and busy getting ready to move so I really didn't want to spend time on making it longer.

Anyway, reviews are always appreciated! :3