A/N: My first Merle/Beth anything. Wayyy out of my comfort zone. Hope you like it! Let me know what you think of it! (Has nothing to do with Don't Walk Away or The Run)
We all made it outta the prison. Me, Daryl, Judith and Merle. Somehow though we got seperated from Daryl when a herd was passin' by. Me an' Merle know he'll find us. He's to good at trackin' not to. We managed to find almost all've our group again. Rick, Carl, Carol, Tyreese, Sasha, Bob and Michonne. We haven't found Maggie and Glenn yet.
Me and Merle got real close. He saved me'n Judy after we got seperated from Daryl. Ain't felt this way 'bout some one before. Not even with Jimmy and Zach. Sure I cared for em. But I don't think I was ever in love with 'em.
Merle's sick. We found a community ta stay in. The leader's a man named Joe. It's really just an ole camp grounds with a few cabins on tha edge of the woods. We all like Joe and his group. Me'n Merle and Judy got ourselves a cabin. Rick was mighty glad to see Judy again, but agreed that her stayin' with me was for the best. "Go on in, Suga. I'll be home in awhile," Merle said, we're standing in front of our cabin, and hes gonna go talk ta Bob 'bout whats wrong wit' him. He ain't been feelin' well an' it's been close ta a week.
"Not a chance, Merle Dixon. Carol's got Judy for the night. I'm comin' wit' ya," I'm standing on the second to bottom stair, so their isn't much of a height difference 'tween us. I lift my head up the little bit extra height i need and press my lips ta his. Any protest he was 'bout ta mutter died on his lips.
"Damnit, suga. I hate it when ya do that. Cain't think proper when yer kissin' ole Merle like that." He smirked, forehead pressed against mine.
We're sittin' round the fire pit. Colder than heck out tonight. Merle's ta my left and Carl's on my right. My heads leanin' on Merle's shoulder and his arms wrapped round my waist. Carl's left hand is in my right hand. Our fingers ain't laced together. Just a friendly hand holdin'. I keep forgettin' how young Carl really is. He's still four or five years younger'n me. He'S been forced ta grow up to fast. He's bee. Actin' real young past few days. If holdin' onta my hand makes him feel better I ain't takin' that small comfort from him. Rick's sittin' on the other side o' Carl and Carol next ta him, with Judy asleep sprawled on her lap. There's a small rustlin' in the bushes couple dozen feet behind us. I feel Merle turn ta look, and I look too.
"Havin' all sortsa fun without me, aren't'cha Merle?" The familiar southern voice asked. My eyes widened and I quickly jumped up. I felt myself run forward and into his arms. He lifted me up And twirled me around before Settin' me on the ground. He didn't let me go for a second though. "Hey there, Darlin',"
"Daryl Dixon! I was all sortsa worried bout you!" I exclaimed.
"Weren't no reason ta worry. Told ya I'd find ya'll again," Daryl chuckled, tryin' to hide the blush that was creepin up his neck. In my ear he whispered, "so, you'n Merle, huh?"
"Not mad?" I asked, just as quiet.
He winked at me, "nah, saw it comin' a mile away, back at the prison. Couldn't take yer eyes off each other."
I smiled and hugged him again. By now Merle was almost next ta us and the rest of our family was movin' closer.
"Bout time ya showed up, baby brother. Startin' ta think ya found some thin' better'n yer family," he raises an eyebrow, nodding towards me and back towards Judy.
"Nah. Got stuck waitin' out a coupla herds." My eyes widened and I reached out for Merle's hand. He took it, and tugged gently on mine, pulling me into his arms. "Yer happy?" Daryl asked me, lookin' back and forth 'tween me'n Merle. I nodded, and I felt Merle nod too, and then rest his chin on the top of my head. Daryl shrugged and gently tapped my chin with his pointer finger. Winking he says, "ya better treat Ole Merle good, little sister." I laughed and watched as our group finally welcomed Daryl home.
