Merle

Shit, Daryl's avoiding me for a couple of days, he's mighty pissed. My brother has his panties in a bunch about me and Blondie, and I know I'm going to hear about it soon as we have watch together tonight. I know how pissed the boy is, he's been running around with his anger boiling just under the surface. I saw the bandages the lesbian Carol or whatever her name is, wrapped on his hand from punching a wall or something. Impressive he hasn't blown his top keeping that anger in. He sure has changed, he isn't the same shy, angry son of a bitch he was before.

I ran my hand down my face before I pushed the door open to head out of the prison and to the tower. I walked inside, acknowledging Michonne and Tyreese with a slight nod. Black Beauty hates my guts and I can't hardly blame her none, all the shit that happened with the Governor, and my part in it. They both left and I started my watch shift. Baby brother is late, that isn't like him.

30 minutes into the shift and he waltz's in. "Yer late. Didn't think I raised some lazy sack o' shit, brotha,"

"Fuck ya, Merle."

"Got somethin' ya wanna say ta me, Darylina?" His jaw twitched and I knew he was about to come unglued. I smirked, knowing it'll flip that last switch.

"What ya think yer doin' wit' that girl? Ya ain't no good fer her! Yer jus' a fucked up, ole redneck piece o' shit! This ain't some game! She ain't like all them girls ya been wit'! She ain't ya type, neither!"

"Ya think I don't know all that Shit, boy, that's why I fought 'er on this! I ain't good!"

"Then why ya doin' it?" He asked.

"I don't fuckin' know," I growled, "Somethang 'bout 'er," He gave me a look I can only describe as knowing. "If I didn't know betta, brotha I'd think ya got a thang fer 'er too." I commented. He looked down and scuffed his boot. "Ya do, don't'cha?" Aw fuck. No wonder he's been running around all sorts of pissed off, more than he should have been if he was only pissed cause I'm fucking with the Farmers Daughter. I took a step back and turned, punching the wall. He still didn't say a word. I turned back to him. "She's mine, ya hear?"

He scoffed, "Ya think I don't know that? I ain't stupid. Ya hurt 'er, I'll kill ya,"

"S'long we're on tha same page, brotha,"

We finished our shift in silence then I went back to my cell, hopping my little angel would still be sleeping in my bed. I just want to wrap her up in my arms and hold on to her 'til the sun comes up. For once I want something more than just sex. The last few nights since she talked to her daddy she's slept in my bed. I know I'm going to have to talk to the old man eventually. That's the least of my worries tonight. My minds to focused on the fact Darylina's got a thing for the little angel.


Beth

I woke up when Merle came in. I stretched lazily as he got undressed to his boxers and climbed in with me. His eyebrows are furrowed and he's tense like he's angry. "What's wrong?" I asked, running my fingers across his face.

"Ain't nothin' ta worry 'bout, Missy." He said, frowning.

"Yer upset 'bout something. Did Maggie say something to ya?" Maggie hasn't said a word to me in days. I tried talking to her a few times but she ignored me. Glenn always gives me an apologetic look and Daddy said she'd come around. I've been worried she'll go looking for Merle and hit him or yell at him, she's mad enough.

"Nah, jus' some things wit' lil brotha 's all. Le's jus' get some sleep, alright?"

"Okay," I agreed, giving him a soft kiss before tucking my face against his chest and snuggling close. If he doesn't want to talk about what ever is eating at him I won't press him for answers. I got faith he'll tell me if he wants to.

He hasn't made any move to change our physical status yet and I'm glad about that. I'm not ready to do anything yet. It kind of surprised me that he hasn't. I know he's got a reputation, I've heard the things Daryl and the others have said about him. How he's a 'ladies man', and that he likes a nice 'roll in the sack' more than about anything. I knew since the day I met him that there is more to Merle Dixon than just sex and anger and racism.


We got up for breakfast with everyone and I helped Carol serve. Daryl came in, but only grunted at me and refused to look me in the eye. He's barely talked to me since Merle and I told the group. Merle said there was something going on between them. I spent the morning helping Carol with laundry and Judith and then helped her to make lunch. Daryl came in at lunchtime but didn't stay more than five minutes, and he sure didn't say a word. Dinnertime he didn't even come in.

Sasha noticed me looking at the door as she helped me dish food out. "Ya looking for Daryl?" She asked and I bit my lip, nodding.

"He's been on watch most of the day, snarling and grumping at everyone. The way he's acting you'd think he's jealous," Sasha told me, and I felt my eyes widen.

"He's just pissed 'cause o' me'n Merle, don't think it's right," I explained.

"If that's all it is than I'd be surprised," She commented.

"I'm gonna take 'im a plate after we're done," I told her as the last few people moved through the line. She accepted my statement with a nod.


Merle

"Where ya goin'?" I asked as Beth walked up to me with two plates of food.

"Gonna take Daryl a plate o' food,"

"The boy's fine," I told her, eyes narrowed. It's fucking insane I'm feeling jealous over the fact she's taking food out to my little brother. I know that's fucking nuts to think she'd play me. She looked up at me with her big blue eyes before looking away and setting down the plates. She wrapped her little arms around my waist and leaned up, pressing her lips against mine. My eyes darted around the room at everyone. No one's paying us any mind, except her daddy who looks kind of smug. I felt myself relax and kiss her back. She pulled away sooner than I wanted her too.

"I dunno what's goin' on between you two but Daryl's still my friend an' that ain't changin'." She told me, hands on her hips. She looks sexy as hell when she tries to lay down the law. I kissed her, wiping that look of exasperation off her face. I smiled, smug.

"Mhm, Suga, ya taste good,"

"Quit yer sweet talkin', I got thangs ta do," She giggled, and damn if that isn't the sweetest sound I ever did hear. Yup, there's something special about this girl.


Beth

I got to the top of the tower and juggled the plates to one hand to open the door. I let my eyes adjust to the darkness and make out Daryl's form. "I brought ya dinner," I said. He half turned and grunted. I rolled my eyes, as I walked further in, setting the plates on the small table in the corner. He still hasn't said anything, just that grunt. "Are ya made?" I asked him.

"It ain't ya business, girl. Jus' leave." He snapped. I was shocked at his words and I felt my eyes tearing up. "Ya deaf? I said fuckin' leave,"

"Screw you, Daryl!" I didn't know what else to say, and the tears I was trying to hold back rolled down my face. I turned and walked out of the tower and back into the prison, going straight to my cell and ignoring everyone.


A/N: A special thanks to Beyondmythoughts for the help she gave me in this chapter, and all the encouragement she gave me. Also; thanks for encouraging me to post this instead of waiting till I had more written for this story!

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