He's alive! She hadn't seen Merle since before the outbreak and that was months before the first time the walkers made their appearance. She had moved to Florida to help her father transfer into his new job. She had grown up with the Dixon brothers and was about two years younger than Merle. They had dated for two years and had ended their relationship when she moved due to the distance. People wouldn't believe her but Merle had been faithful to her the whole time, not sober and drug free but faithful. She had been a family friend with the Greene's and that's how she ended up with them on the farm and being reunited with Daryl whom she viewed as a little brother. She ran down the stairs and into the waiting area. She gritted her teeth when she saw where they were holding him. He was pacing in the holding cell not aware of her presence yet.

"What the hell Rick?" she growled as she banged her hand against the wall to get everyone's attention. Merle turned with military precision to watch her in shock.

"It's a precaution we don't know if he still loyal to the Governor." Rick sighed.

Daryl and Jean shared a look that said, 'dick heads think they know Merle and they don't know the first thing about him,' Merle was loyal to a fault for those he believed in. The Governor had broken his trust thus breaking his loyalty forever. She felt Merle's eyes on her as she walked up to Rick.

"Release him!" She said grabbing the front of Rick's shirt.

Rick shook his head, "Can't do that, you can feel free to talk to him but that door isn't opening yet."

She had no choice but to except it for the moment. The rest of the group scattered to their own chores or for their turn on watch. Daryl followed Carol into the cellblock. Jean turned slowly to face Merle. She smiled softly walking over to the bars to place her hands around the bars and slightly lean toward him.

"Hey stranger," she whispered eyes looking down.

"Hey," his raspy voice said as she felt him stand in front of her, "This seems like déjà vu."

Jean laughed at the reference for the one time she had to visit him in jail during their two-year relationship. He was in for a month on a stupid charge from a cop with a grudge against him.

Their foreheads touched and they fell back into the habit closing their eyes. They still had loved each other when they ended things but they didn't think the distance would be good for either of them, it was an emotion filled parting. The warmth of the butterflies in her stomach came back and she was happy to feel them again. Merles left hand grasped her right hand and pulled it to his lips.

He laid a soft kiss to her knuckles and went to the bench in his cell. She stood watching him for a while and then she got frustrated. She wanted to feel his arms around her, to have the feeling of nothing in the world could harm her because Merle would protect her from anything. She started to look around, those damn keys had to be here somewhere.

"Watcha' looking for sweetheart?" Merle asked as he fiddled with his hand covering.

"Keys," she sighed as she searched through cans and jars hoping they were hiding in them. No such luck. Jean started pacing and thinking of arguments she could use against Rick. Let her tag along with him everywhere making sure he didn't get into trouble till they grew to trust him. He was a good man contrary to popular belief, and he loved his little brother above everything else he just had a funny way of showing it sometimes.

She could hear Rick entering the cellblock from one of his rounds. This was her chance; she'd even sit in the cell with Merle if that were what it took.
"Rick, can I speak with you," she called as he passed her as he went to the kitchen.

He nodded and beckoned her over.

"Is there anything I could do to get that door open? I will stay with him till everyone feels comfortable; I will even lock him back up if he becomes a problem. Please I just need to see him without the bars." She pleaded with him.

Rick looked at the floor with a concentrated look on his face, "And you'll escort him everywhere 24/7?"

"Yes,"

Rick nodded and went to Merle's door. Merle watched as Rick took the keys out of his pocket. Merle looked as if he was preparing himself for a blow like it had happened before someone opened a jail cell door. The thought made Jean sad.

Opening the door Rick nodded at Jean and went back to the kitchen. Jean walked to the edge of the door and leaned against the frame, "May I come in?"

Merle looked at her standing and nodded. Jean had a hard time not sprinting into his arms. Their arms wrapped around each other in a vice grip. Nothing could separate them now.

"I've missed you every day since I left. When I found Daryl on the farm and he told me what happened in Atlanta I thought for sure you would be dead." She whispered into his neck. They yet again stood like this absorbing each other's warmth. Jean felt invincible with her partner back. She didn't even think it was strange that she felt to be HIS again. Barely a word spoken to each other yet they were officially the team they once were.

He grunted in response his left hand rubbing her back. She traced her hand down his right arm and ended at his stump. She felt tears in the back of her eyes at the unfairness of how he had been treated. Merle brought his left hand around to grab the bottom of her chin and lifted her eyes to his. He gently kissed her, more gently than most people would think Merle to be capable of. Her hands grasped the back of his neck as her body melted against his. They leaned back and stared at each other.

"I am your escort now, don't do anything stupid." She ordered.

He smiled, "Awe taken the fun out of it darlin'" Merle chuckled. He looked up and he took in the scene over her shoulder. Daryl was at the top of the stairs watching them, "See something you like Darlene?"

Daryl sneered, "You two are on watch!"

"Uh huh," Merle said as he walked around Jean.

They walked out side by side to the tower they passed Glenn and Maggie who nodded but didn't look to happy about Merle being out. When they got to the last remaining tower they sat down watching the forest and the walkers who wandered aimlessly. Merle was tapping his foot to a silent beat in his head and Jean closed her eyes for a minute, she felt his eyes on her again, hungry she could sense it. Opening her eyes she met his gaze, "What?"

Merle looked the other way. He never was good at communicating and they had worked on that since the first time she met him. She decided she was gonna have to make the first move. Standing she went over and straddled his waist and put her hands on the tops of his shoulders. He looked up at her, hand trailing up her neck into her auburn hair.

"I ain't seen you in a while little miss," Merle mumbled. His hand was trailing up and down her back.

"What's on your mind Merle, come on spit it out," she placed a hand on the side of his face.

He stared at her and then he was kissing her. Tongue forcing it's way into her mouth, tasting her. She kissed back prepared for the onslaught of his well-hidden emotions. Never once in her relationship with him did he tell her that he loved her. She told him she loved him but that wasn't the way he expressed his love. He expressed it by knowing when you threw your things into his truck and jumped in when he picked you up is because you just had a fight with your dad. So he would sit quietly grasping your hand till you felt like telling him what happened or just change the topic in general. That and the look he would give you or when he threw a punch at a guy who looked at you wrong.

His hand was grasping her side but she could feel he wasn't even using his right arm. He must think she is afraid of it. Sighing into his mouth, without breaking the kiss, she moved her hands to the clasp on his arms apparatus. Merle tensed and feeling what she was doing.

"Don't," he said pulling back his arm from her hands.

"Why not," she whispered looking at him.

"Tis' not a pretty sight,"

She rolled her eyes, "Honey I'm positive I've seen worse, and anyways it can't look bad when it's apart of you."

Anger roared in his eyes but he subdued it, he knew she only wanted to make him feel better but he didn't deal well with that type of sentiment. The first time she told him she loved him, he had driven off angry and didn't speak to her for a week. He came back though, and hugged her and kissed her. Made sure she knew he knew she did and that he did love her but he just wasn't the type to say it. He looked at her and undid the artificial arm at the same time. He pulled it off slowly, the stump finally making its appearance. The anger hit HER then, seeing the brutality of it. It must have been severely infected to look that grotesque. She swung off of him and kicked her chair across the room. It clattered to the floor and absolute silence hung over the room.

"I told y-," but Jean put a hand to his mouth.

"They did this to you, if I knew that it was this bad God Merle!" she said a single tear flowing down her cheek.

He wiped it away with his thumb, "Babe, shh, it okay it don't cause me no pain anymore aside from the pain I want to give Officer Friendly,"

She reached down and brought the stump to her mouth. She laid kisses everywhere she could, she worked her way up his arm and onto his neck, Merle's head lent back giving her more room to pleasure. Kissing the side of his chin she nipped her way back to his lips. They made out for what seemed like forever but it was mere minutes. She rested her forehead against his common practices when they were both were past the point of exhaustion.

They had served their time on watch a couple hours later and walked down with Rick and Carl relieving them. Walking into the cellblock, Rose led him up the stairs and into her room. She changed, used to being naked in front of Merle, into an old warn out t-shirt and some boxer shorts. Merle just stripped from his boots and pants. They lay down without a word and Merle wrapped her within his arms her head resting on his chest. They fell into a deep sleep after that.