A/N - Special thanks to my MB, What Evil Lurks. I had PM'd her saying I was missing Merle and was thinking of doing a series of one-shot chapters of him and how I'd envision him hooking up with all the female characters of The Walking Dead. But that I wanted to start with an OFC pre-apocalypse. Her response was 'the more Merle the better'. And so I begin. I will update this until I've gone through the female cast of TWD. That means some one-shots will be AU-ish (same character, same setting, different storyline). I'm not looking at any slash in this series however, though if you know my writing you know I have no objection to this. I will also not necessarily post the hook-ups in any particular order. It's PWP, 1. Because Merle got killed off well before his time. And 2. He deserved a chance with each female character on the show dammit. Rated M for obvious reasons, but in case you haven't yet grasped it, these one-shots will contain explicit smut. Consider yourself warned. My Merle has few limits.

Merle stroked up and down the tattooed arm he was looking at slowly. It was a gorgeous tattoo, outlined and shaded with exquisite care. He'd never seen anything like it. It started on the back of her hand and meandered up her arm toward her shoulder where it went part of the way up her neck that was now bruised by his mouth. Then it slid over her shoulder and down her back to twine lazily and end at her other hip where it pointed toward her pussy. A rose by any other name he thought with a slight grin.

Looking out the window he gauged the time, dawn was coming, he could feel it in his bones. And his high was going, as was his drunk. The woman sleeping beside him moaned unintelligibly and moved away from his touch. Curling in on herself as if he was something to move away from. That she was doing it in her sleep didn't make it any easier to deal with. Story of his fucking life, people trying to fuck off on him.

Reining himself in Merle glanced at the table by the window, he couldn't see it but he knew his stash was there. Two steps, that was all, two steps and he'd be able to take a hit, sniff himself into a better mood, open the pretty little taquita's legs beside him and take his pleasure in her again.

Shaking his head he looked at her outline again. He thought of her tattoo. He'd licked and sucked at every bit of it with the light overhead illuminating every single sexy inch earlier in the evening. She'd tasted like sweat and make-up and oil that she'd put on her skin to make it gleam under the lights on stage.

He'd picked her up at the strip club. He'd been out but a week or so and was already a regular again. No girls left from when he'd been in there last though. Shame, there had been one, Ingrid. Big, blonde and busty and a mouth like a hoover. She'd been able to take all of him and then some.

Grimacing slightly, Merle palmed his cock. He watched dawn break as he continued to harden, thinking of fucking Ingrid's tits. They'd been spectacular. And real. This one beside him had real ones too. But she wasn't like Ingrid in any other way. Dark versus light. Merle's eyes rolled slightly in his head as he thought of them munching on each other.

Now that would be a sight, dark versus light, blonde versus brunette. Blue eyes versus brown. Big versus little. Not that his Carmellita beside him was little, but she wasn't, what was the word? She wasn't voluptuous like Ingrid had been either.

He missed the prison library. No fucking way he could go get a library card in town. He'd be booted out of the doors as soon as he set foot inside. Discrimination is what it was, but it was also something he was used to. He was white trash of the five-star variety after all.

Getting up Merle took his two steps to the table. Opening his stash of meth he looked at it. Why the hell not? But just as he bends his head that rose-covered arm winds around his waist.

"Do me before you take it, want to fuck you when you're not high." Her words are soft, each one punctuated by a kiss across the back of his shoulder blades. Twisting in her arms Merle looks down at her.

"Yeah, you want my cock inside your tight little pussy when I'm not hopped on something? Now why would that be sugar?" Merle questions her softly. His hands, his huge hands skim over her back, fingers mapping her tattoo that he'd already memorised.

Her smile as she smiles up at him is fey in the extreme. "Want to know the difference is all. Between high Merle and regular Merle."

Frowning Merle looks at her, she seemed familiar all of a sudden but he couldn't place her and her eyes are shuttered before he can call her on it. Then she simply pushes out of his loose hold and sinks to her knees. Her fingers caress him. He's still semi erect from fondling himself before.

And then he feels her breath on him. Those dark fey eyes gleam up at him as dawn steals into her messy bedroom. "You smell like me, I like that." And with those words that somehow make him uncomfortable enough to want to leave she opens her mouth and takes him in.

Sucking him lightly, her hands lift and stroke his balls and beyond. He remembers now, she wasn't squeamish this dark beauty, she was open in every way. Moaning lightly Merle spreads his legs giving her slender fingers room to work him over.

And work him she does. Repeatedly lifting, stroking, pinching, scratching. She did it all. And all the while her mouth was sucking and licking at him. Over and over. She was going to make him come and he wanted to come in her.

Pulling her up by her tangled hair he bruised her mouth some more with his own, tongue fucking her, ignoring their morning breath as he bit and sucked on her. She moaned this time, wound her legs around his waist and tried to sink down on his cock.

"Oh no sweetheart, I fuck when I'm ready and not before." She protested and clamped her legs around him. She had strong legs from her pole work, but he was still stronger. Reaching behind him with one hand Merle picked up his baggie of ground meth.

Allowing his brown-skinned beauty to support herself by holding onto him he took those two steps back to the bed and fell onto it, with her underneath him. He rolled so she was on top, she wanted his cock, she could do the work this time.

"Go on now, fuck me." He says to her as he pushes her up into a sitting position. He grins widely, showing as many teeth as he can and she frowns at him.

"Gilipollas." She muttered at him, making him smile.

"Maybe darlin' but you want my cock, you fuck it yourself." He answered. He wasn't sure what she'd called him but history told him it wasn't complimentary.

He watched her calculate whether or not to fuck him and come down on the pro side. He grinned to himself at the thought. She wasn't really. He wasn't paying her for her time at all, but she was expert if not professional.

Idly watching as she plucked at her own nipples her head falling back on her neck. Merle notices he's marked her up good and proper. It's as it should be. Then she reaches back for his cock where it's currently brushing insistently against her backside and raises herself up on those strong legs.

Pausing, she looks at him, silently for the longest time And again that feeling of familiarity rises. He knows her he suddenly realises. From somewhere, he knows her. And then she sinks down on him and he forgets that he knows her, forgets that he's thinking of getting high, forgets everything except the tight white heat of pleasure she was giving him.

She was tight and he'd be lying if he said he was small. But as tight as she was, she took him all in, something most women couldn't do. He watched as she sank down on him, his eyes half closed in pleasure.

"Fuck yeah." He mutters as she clenches down on him from the inside.

"Si querido." She answers him, again teasing the edges of his mind with the idea that he knows her from somewhere, somewhere before, a long time ago.

But it blurs for him again when she starts her own rhythm on his cock, from the inside again. He almost feels her like a pulse on his cock she's warm and wet and fucking perfect.

"Gonna come for Merle sweet thing?" He asks her and finds himself laughing as she rolls her eyes at him.

"Will if you stop referring to yourself in the third person." She snaps at him. And then she stops moving everything but her internal muscles.

"Oh fuck." Merle says as he feels her again. Nothing else, just her, on him, surrounding him, miring him in the pleasure that is her. This woman that he knows he knows from somewhere, somewhere before.

Closing his eyes he lets himself drift, focus purely on his cock and what she's doing to it. He feels his balls draw up and her faster movement indicating she's getting ready to come. Her fingers move back, cup his balls and squeeze.

"No coming until I do." He opens his eyes as she speaks. "I mean it." She says to him.

Merle grins. "Ain't no one who orders me when to come sugar." And just like that he rises to her, his steel cage arms wrapping around her waist and sliding up her back to grab her hair and pull on it harshly wringing a groan of pained pleasure from her.

"Hijo de puta!" She curses him, he knows what that means.

"Then don't fuckin' order me bitch." He snaps back as he opens his mouth and fills it with the flesh of her breast, his tongue rasps over her nipple before he closes his teeth on it. "You want rough? I can do rough."

And so saying he pulls her back down and rolls again until she's underneath him. Then his hands grab for her arms, just as she begins to claw at his shoulders. He watches her still as he holds her down, imprisoned on his cock, held by his hands.

"You want to come baby? Merle can make you come good, all you gotta' do is ask nicely now." He thrusts a little into her and has to force his eyes not to cross from her heat. He stills and does his best to ignore her internal muscles clenching down on him. Trying to force him, Merle Dixon into moving against his will.

It would be a cold day in hell before some pussy made him fuck against his will. Wasn't going to happen.

So he waited her out. They stayed like that awhile, him resting on his elbows looking down at her and her looking up at him. The sun has risen above her tree line and is shining inside her bedroom now, it illuminates her face and the familiarity is back. He can no longer ignore it.

"I know you from somewhere." And a veil comes across her face. He sees it literally sweep across her face.

"Fuck me Merle, por favor, por favor fuck me, need to come with you one more time." And she closes her eyes, leaning up to his face as she kisses his neck. And Merle is gone.

He fucks her hard and fast, reaching for his own orgasm, she'd kept him on the edge it wouldn't take long. Letting go of her hands he pushes up and away, arms straight as he looks down at her, messy and sweaty and smelling of him, like she'd said his cock smelled of her.

"Play with yourself, with your rose." He orders her bluntly. She pulls back, her eyes open and she smiles wickedly at him.

"As you wish." Her eyes glimmer at him now, in amusement that he is turned on by her tattoo. He can live with that. Because he's about to come and nothing beats that feeling. His eyes drop to her clit, he feels her knuckles brush against his own pubic bone, like she's teasing him there as well.

He watches her roses flex and writhe as her fingers move over her clit. She was getting herself off. Focussing on the roses Merle imagines them wrapped around him, forever there, a part of him, breathing with him, living with him as he feels his balls draw up and empty inside the beauty underneath him.

Her moan of pleasure and sudden spasms tell him she is coming as well. Supporting himself, he doesn't fall down onto her until she stops fingering herself. And then he collapses.

"Sweet cheeks that was one hell of a morning wake-up call." He says as he rolls to the side. He feels more than sees her laugh at his words. Her tattooed arm drops his baggie on his chest as she rises from the bed.

"No sleeping, shower if you want, but you're out of here when I am and I'm gone in an hour." He frowns at her abruptness.

"No post coital snuggle then?" He's sarcastic now, usually he's the one leaving, not being booted out on his ass. Literally.

"You want a ride back to your bike?" She arches a finely plucked brow at him, one hand resting on her hip, the other inside a dresser drawer.

With a shrug Merle rises again. He showers after she does, all the while watching her dry off, moisturize and dress. Then she blow dries her hair. He definitely knows her. But he can't place her and he's fucked if he'll ask.

When he's dressed he moves into her kitchen. She pushes a go-cup of coffee at him and a piece of toast. Then she's at the back door holding it open for him.

"Fuck, it's bright." Merle swears at the day that had been nothing but sexy as sin when it slid across her face as he fucked her a little while ago. He snorts some meth as she drives him back to the bar. He offers her some but she shakes her head.

"Don't touch that shit." She answers his unspoken offer verbally as well. There is no censure in her tone however. That tells him she's familiar with it if not a user.

When they get to the deserted parking lot of the bar Daryl's blue truck is there, he's in the process of manhandling Merle's bike into the bed. When they pull up he doesn't stop until he's finished strapping it down. Then he jumps down and moves to the driver's side window.

Merle watches as the woman he can't recognise rolls her window down. "Hey Daryl."

To Merle's surprise Daryl grins at her familiarly as he looked over at Merle and then back at the woman. "Hey Nits." He says, "Finally bagged him then?" Merle frowned.

Bagged him? Bagged him? What the fuck? He looked at the woman. Her name was Nits? What the fuck kind of name was that anyway?

Daryl is frowning at him now, he looks back at Nits. "He don't recognise you does he?" He stands upright and laughs out loud making Merle mad as a wet hen.

Before he can say anything though Daryl leans down again. "Juanita, fucktard." And he stands and walks back to his truck, getting in the driver's side he starts it up and leans his hand on the horn telling Merle to hurry the fuck up.

But Merle can't. He's too busy racing down memory lane. Juanita, affectionately named Nits for short was or had been their neighbour. She'd had a crush on him for as long as he could remember. And she was younger than Daryl. He looks down at what he can see of the rose tattoo.

"Well now little darlin' don't you blush as lovely as a pretty pink rose, you lookin' for my baby brother now?" He'd questioned her years ago. Made light-hearted fun of her blush, always. Every time he'd seen her and she'd blushed, he'd likened it to a pink rose. And now she had a pink rose tattoo over half her fucking body. Exactly like she used to blush for him.

He remembered she spoke Spanish, her mother had made sure she learned both languages. Juanita was Mexican, or half Mex anyway. And until last night he'd never had one single sexual thought about her in his life. Well fuck, she'd turned that on its ass.

Daryl leaning on the horn again jerks him back to the present day. He looks at the girl, no the woman sitting patiently beside him. She looks back and jerks her head indicating for him to get out of the vehicle. Giving him the bums rush again.

It'd be the last time she did that though, Merle vowed. "Be seein' you darlin." Merle tips an imaginary hat at Juanita and grins as he steps out of her beat up truck. Then he's striding to the passenger side of Daryl's and getting in. But he ignores Daryl as he watches Juanita's truck in his side mirror until Daryl rounds a bend and it disappears from sight.

A/N - Translations via Google Translate as follows:

gilipollas = asshole

si querido = dear

hijo de puta = motherfucker

por favor = please

taquita's I actually made up myself, a version of taquito - a Mexican food and Carmelita is nickname variation of Carmen that I read about, it's not expanded upon but it's Juanita's stage name.