Merle/OC. What if someone else found Merle after he cut off his hand. Christina or Chris as she likes to be called found Merle unconscious and bleeding inside a wrecked van. She saves him and together they work to find Daryl and re join the group. Merle does something he never thought he would. He falls for this angel that saved him and learns to care about someone other than his brother and become a productive member of the group. Will also feature Daryl/Carol as well. Mature content. Don't own anything.
Merle groaned as he became conscious again. He had been in and out of it for who knows how long. He didn't remember much. Only getting hand cuffed to the building because he was an idiot and then cutting his own hand off because he was an idiot again. Finding a truck and then the rest was blurry. Besides his missing hand hurting like a bitch his head was clearer now then it had been for years. Blinking his eyes opened he squinted in the light and looked around and jerked back some.
Standing over him with worried eyes was some kind of dark headed angel.
"The fuck are you?" he ask, his voice horse. She just chuckled at the brassiness and handed him some water.
"Well, aren't you the charmer. My names Christina but you can call me Chris. I found your ass on the side of the road and brought you here. Now before you start in with your charming personality take a moment to let me know how you feel. And be honest." She said taking out a stethoscope and listening to his heart. He stared at her for a moment while she listened.
She was gorgeous, even though like everyone in this world she needed a shower and change of clothes. She had long wavy dark brown hair that was pulled back in a pony tail. Her eyes were hazel green. She was shorter than him by a lot and had a curvy but petite body and nice size rack.
"Hello." She ask him when he still hadn't answered and he cleared his throat.
"I'm ok. My arm hurts like a bitch and I feel tired as hell but my head is clearer now. How long I been out?" he ask her as she checked his blood pressure. He looked around and noticed she had hooked him up to an IV and he was laying on the floor surrounded by blankets.
"And where the hell are we?" he added and she chuckled taking the scope out of her ears and tossing it into a bag.
"It's been about a week, maybe longer days go by without notice now. Were in an abandoned doctors office about 10 minutes from the city. If the pain is too much I can give you something for it. We don't have much but it can help. I've been pumping you with antibiotics to prevent infections and I think it's worked." She said and he shook his head.
"Naw. Don't give me nothing. I'm an addict sugar. I actually feel like I don't have any drugs in my system for once. Want to try and see if I can keep it that way. Damn near got me killed last time I fucked up." He said and she nodded and handed him three white pills.
"This is Motrin. Not addicting. Plus it helps with inflammation." He said and he took it quickly.
"Names Merle Dixon by the way." He grunted and she nodded and walked away and came back with a bowl of broth.
"You haven't eaten in days. I've been keeping you hydrated but you will need to ease back into eating again. See if you can hold this down first." She said and he nodded. She helped him sit up against the wall and he looked down and saw his arm was wrapped up pretty tightly and he cursed himself for being an idiot again as he stared sipping the cold broth. She moved around the room and gathered things and placed them into her bag. He noticed his jacket he had been wearing had been cleaned and hung a few feet away from him. He was in his wife beater and slacks.
"You a Doctor or something?" he ask her when he couldn't stand the silence anymore.
"No. I was an ER nurse at Grady when this all happened. It was my day off. Guess I got lucky. Been alone since. You're the first live person I've seen." She told him and he nodded. He finished his food and she made him lay back down as she took his temp.
"Looks good. You haven't ran a fever in a while so I think you beat the infection. You have a lot of blood loss though so you need to rest until you replenish and get your strength back. Were gonna need more food so I'm going to make a quick run." She said standing up and strapping what Merle saw was two twin blades to her back and a knife to her leg.
"You're leaving?" he ask not liking the idea of her leaving him. What the hell?
"Won't take long. There's a gas station not far from here. I'm hoping it hasn't been raided yet. Be right back. Don't leave or anything. The place is boarded up good so you'll be safe. Here's a knife just in case thought." She said laying a large machete next to him. He grabbed her hand for a moment to stop her and they stared at each other for a moment before she pulled lose and patted his arm.
"Be right back hot stuff." She said with a wink and he chuckled.
He laid there wondering if she would come back for a while. When she finally did slip back in she was panting and carrying two heavy bags.
"Hit the jackpot."She told him and he sat up and watched her. She separated the food and water in one big duffle bag, medical type supplies she found in another smaller bag. She had a few female items Merle refused to look at that she put in her back pack. She had another bag that she stuffed other things into he couldn't tell what it was then she pulled out the grab prize. A bag full of cartons of cigarettes.
"Hell yeah." He said and she chuckled as she added them half in her back pack and half into the other bag and walked the other bag over to him.
"This is the men's things I could find for ya. You can keep this back pack and start adding things you find to it." she said tossing the bag at him. He nodded in thanks and lit a cigarette quickly with one of the lighters in the bag and watched her do the same as she went back to sorting.
"So who's Daryl? Ya boyfriend or something?" she ask and he choked on the smoke he was inhaling.
"The fuck. I anit no fag." He spat and she chuckled at him. Seems no matter how rude he was it didn't faze her.
"Ok. Just wondering. You kept waking up calling for him. Saying you had to find him. Thought he might be ya lover?" she said with a shrug as she sat on the floor and smoked.
"Hell no. He's my brother. I got separated from the group when I started acting up and they handcuffed me to the roof in Atlanta. Cut my own hand off to escape. Planned to go back to them but I passed out before I could." He said and she nodded.
"You were acting out?" she ask and he nodded.
"Yeah. Tripping out. I got a stash of what drugs I could find in my bike back at camp and I snorted some. Started messing with me and I started beating up on this black guy and fought with this cop. He cuffed me to settle me down." Merle explained realizing now that his head was clear of drugs what an idiot he was.
"I figured you might be an addict. You went thought pretty heavy withdrawals symptoms while you were out of it. Got sick a lot, sweating and hallucinations and shit." She told him and he winced and hope to hell he hadn't hurt her by mistake.
"I didn't hurt ya or nothing? Did I?" he ask and she shook her head.
"Naw. Just cussed a lot but that's not big deal." She said and he nodded.
"How's the urge right now?" she ask.
"It's there but not bad. This smoke helps. Have something to focus on helps too." He said and she nodded.
"You ever take any AA classes or Drug classes or anything?" she ask him and he shook his head.
"Naw, never wanted to get clean before." He told her.
"What about now?" she ask and he nodded.
"Yeah. I need to. Damn near got me killed and I lost a hand because I was too out of it to wait for my brother to come get me. He's probably worried about me. Just been the two of us for a long time. I'm afraid I'll get my ass or his ass killed if I don't." he said sighing and she nodded.
"Well, I can help with that if you want. Be like your sponsor." She said and he laughed at her.
"You come to me whenever you feel a strong urge to use and I'll give you something else to focus on. Will do it together and I'm sure your brother will too. Once we find him." She said and he looked at her intently.
"Why do you want to help me? What's it to you?" he ask and she sighed.
"Well for one it's not like I got anyone out there I need to go find. I was alone before all this happened. Plus strength in numbers and all that shit. And I lost my sister to addiction, her husband was an addict and use to beat her, then she turned to drugs to deal with it and died from overdoes. I couldn't help her so I'll help you." she said looking away in memory and Merle felt bad for asking.
"Ok. I'll let ya help me. I anit ever let anyone help me with anything before, so ya best feel lucky." He told her and she laughed an nodded.
Merle slept another day before he felt better and back to normal almost. She had gotten him back to eating and was able to eat enough of the food she had to get his strength back. They planned to head out the next morning, find a car and start at the camp Merle last saw his brother and go from there.
They spent the time smoking and talking as she kept watch over him. He felt bad that she looked so tired from making sure he was ok and that they were safe but he hadn't been fit to help any at all. He was intrigued by the women. He had never cared about women before other than scoring but she talked to him like he was somebody and not just a piece of shit redneck. It was nice.
He had spent a lot of time checking her out when she wasn't looking. She was extremely beautiful. A girl he wouldn't have even tried talking to before all this. She had several tattoos that he could see and he had always loved chicks with ink. He had a couple of his own, so did his brother.
She took care of him better in those few days than anyone had his whole life and he had a great deal of respect for her and owed her a lot.
"You should get some rest. We getting out of here in the morning. We need to be alert sugar." He told her and she looked at him tiredly and he wondered how much sleep she actually did get.
Nodding she laid her head back against the wall where she was sitting next to him and was out in minutes, snoring softly. Chuckling he shook his head and moved her over so she was laying down on his palate of blankets and covered her up.
By nightfall she hadn't woke yet and Merle was getting tired again so he laid down next to her and got some shut eye himself.