Familiar Taste of Poison

Title: Familiar Taste of Poison

Author: Violet Sunrise

Fandom: The Walking Dead

Rating: M

Pairing: Merle Dixon/ Michonne

Disclaimer: Graphic depictions of sex, language and racial slurs

I do not own these characters, nor do I own the rights to them.

The tide my change but, the fire still burns.

Chapter 3

As long as you play my game, I'll let you win

"How about this? I keep a lid on your little outburst. You join the research team. You obviously have skills you're not afraid of biters. Merle will take care of you."

That last sentence makes her blood boil. Michonne snatches the knife and sheath out of The Governor's hands so fast that she catches him off guard. Her blade pricks the skin between his chin and Adam's apple ever so slightly. It digs in just enough to cause pain but, not draw a drop of crimson blood. She stares into his frightened baby blues catching her breath. The idea of killing him moves quickly up the list of things to do in her mind. However, she backs away towards the door. It is time to get Andrea and leave. This town is exactly what she thought it was….Hell.

Michonne dashes into the house, past the guards, straight into the room that she and Andrea share. Her mind races as she gathers up all their belongings stuffing them into each bag. Another night, in Woodbury will more than likely be her last. The Governor will send his men after her for threatening him.

Merle will lead the charge. The last thing that she wants is being under his thumb. It is bad enough that she allowed herself to succumb to him twice.

She grabs hold of white railing at the edge of the bed with both hands. The events of the night before replay vividly in her mind like a movie. The only reason that Michonne went to his apartment is that she wanted to set him straight. Merle opened the door slowly with a surprised look in his eye. He moved out-of-the-way to allow her to walk inside. She began speaking as he closed the door. The tone of her voice was straight to the point with little emotion. It was so dark in the apartment that all he could see is his eyes.

Before, she could say another word; his tongue is in her mouth. Michonne feels his hands roam over her body but makes no effort to stop him. She closes her eyes lost in the moment as his mouth finds that soft tender spot in her neck. Whatever it was that she wanted to say disappeared. During both encounters, it was all about her. This time Merle decided to take that idea to the next step. She made no effort to stop him.

Her body responded to him as though he rewired her system so that only he could control it. She felt both nipples harden as walls moistened only to rain down gently upon her panties. It was so wrong but, it felt so good that….

The bedroom door creeks open startling Michonne. Her vagina clenches ever so slightly igniting a small fire that makes her a bit dizzy. Meanwhile, Andrea peeks into the room startling her with a look of concern on her face. "We got to talk," she replies slowly pushing the partially door closed with her back. Michonne steps back gathering her thoughts. Does she know? Did that son of a bitch tell her what happened? Damn it!

"We got to go," Michonne blurts out making her way around the right side of the bed to continue packing. Silently, Andrea shuts the door with one hand. "The Governor told me," she replies, "what happened." Michonne continues packing quickly stuffs more clothing into the bag. "Michonne, you can't do things like this," Andrea continues saying, "You're freaking people out. You're freaking me out." Freaking her out? Shit, this place is crazy on its own. What the hell have I done to add insult to injury? Now suddenly, Andrea is "close" with The Governor. When the hell did that happen? More importantly, when the hell was she going to mention this?

"The north-east wall is guarded by some girl. " Michonne explains as she finishes packing her bag, placing it on the floor, "we can escape there after dark." She thrusts a heavy bag into Andrea's arms which nearly knocks her over. "We are not prisoners here, "Andrea says as she heaves the bag back on to the bed. Now is not the time for Andrea to have second thoughts. What the hell is she doing? Michonne tries her best to stay calm. She explains to Andrea, "No one who comes here leaves." Rather than absorb what Michonne says, Andrea replies in a dismissive tone, "What are you talking about?"

"It's safe," she replies, "There is food, there is shelter. There's people for god sakes." It is clear that Andrea has taken a sip of the "cool aid" and chugged the entire glass. "That is what they show you," Michonne replies, "but, you can't leave unless they make you."

"You are not making any sense," Andrea replies shutting her eyes for a moment. For some reason, she seems a bit overwhelmed at the moment. She calmly says, "Maybe you need to sit down for a minute."

"You need to trust me," Michonne says through clenched teeth. If we do not leave now, we will never leave here alive. Doesn't she see that?

"And you need to give me more to go on," Andrea snaps back at her, "We got a good thing going here." Michonne squints slightly in disbelief, "I thought this was temporary." In the few days spent in Woodbury, they spent very little time together. Not once did they talk about any of this. If she had known that Andrea wanted to stay perhaps Michonne could have left that next morning or at least tried to escape in the middle of the night. Andrea nods slightly and says, "And I think we need this." We need this? No, you need this. "I want to give this place a real shot," she continues defensively. Since when?

"I tried," Michonne replies in her defense. Andrea shoot back, "Breaking into houses, that is not trying. That is sabotaging." Michonne turns away from Andrea trying to calm herself down. What the fuck is going on? She pauses to take a break and then turns back towards Andrea moving closer. "This place is not what they say it is." There is nothing more that she can than continue to debate Michonne, she starts packing the rest of her things in silence. Michonne stares at the door waiting for the Governor's men to bust through. Merle would enter first with that stupid smirk on his face.

Finally, Milty got his hands dirty. The little prick doesn't do shit but, sit up in the lab "doing research". Ain't nobody has the heart to tell him, that them biters are unable to be saved. He got it in his head that he can find a cure. Dumbass! There ain't a fucking cure. The look on his face was priceless when that biter bit his arms. It nearly tore through them puffy sleeves that he created. A good idea but, damn if they didn't look stupid. But, Milton never really saw what those things can do. Merle did first hand. He had to cut his own hand off just to get off that roof thanks to fucking TDOG or whatever the fuck his name is.

Merle is people watching at the moment seated on a bench near the front wall. He chews on the last bit of the second hamburger that he ate so far. The citizens walk back and forth across the street laughing and carrying on. Today they are having yet another fucking BBQ. Everyday in this town is a party of some sort. These people have no idea what lies outside Woodbury nor do they care at the moment. He spent a few months wandering through the woods dehydrated, avoiding all the hungry biters that popped out every which way. These assholes slept well at night, eating barbecue and sipping lemonade every damn day. Milton especially had it easy. He found his meal ticket early. The little shit latched on to The Governor from day one and never let go like a fucking parasite.

All of a sudden two figures almost out of thin air appear. They make their way through the crowd interrupting his chain of thought. At first it is hard for him to see who they are within the sea of bright-colored clothing resembling some sort of live action laundry detergent ad that used to come on network television. As these people draw closer, Merle is able to make out both figures. He begins to sit up slowly not taking his eyes off of them…particularly Michonne. She has a brown cape of some sort draped over her shoulders. Her knife is inside of its sheath strapped diagonally across her chest. Andrea walks besides her carrying a bag over her right shoulder. Three young kids followed by a couple of adults cross right in front of them but, Merle barely even notices.

Michonne walks with her head held up high like she is preparing for battle. With every step, her hips move slowly, seductively as if a melody is playing and only she can hear it. There is calmness to her demeanor as she stares forward with her eye on the prize. She is leaving. Shit. "Hey, girls," Merle replies, "where y'all off to in such a hurry." When they do not answer, he gets up off the bench making his way over towards them. She can not leave yet, not now.

The women stop for a moment glancing in his direction. It is clear that Andrea is a wee bit apprehensive about leaving however, Michonne puts her arm around her puts her arm around her friend nudging her towards the gate. Merle quickens his pace to catch up to them. He stops in front of them blocking their path for the moment. "Come on, now," he says, "y'all breaking my heart running away like that."

"We're leaving," Michonne says with a straight forward tone. Merle replies, "It's almost curfew. I have to arrange an escort. I mean the party's still going on." Andrea glances over to Michonne in silence. She stares Merle straight in the eye lifting up her chin slightly. There is no way around this conversation. Merle says "Alright," then he turns to make his way over toward the gate to get Martinez's attention. . Brownie is what he affectionately calls him. Martinez just looks at him awaiting instruction; the kid learned how to ignore it after all this time. He crouches down to listen.

"Listen up," Merle says, "bro. I…." Andrea walks up behind him interrupting the conversation. "The Governor told us," she replied, "that we are is free to come and go when ever we like." Merle stops taking and turns toward her. Here comes Blondie mouthing off as usual. Who the fuck does she think she is?"Sweetheart," he says, "nothing personal here but, you're going to have to step back." Michonne watches in the distance in silence as Andrea turns to walk away. She comes over to stand next to her slightly offended. Michonne whispers something to her.

Merle walks over to the opening. One of the men from the top of the gate yells out "Clear." Merle leans with his stump against the gate, "Now if I was y'all, I'd find some shelter by night fall. He pushes up a lever with his good hand and proceeds to pull the open gate. If they want to leave,Merle can't fault them for that choice. Some of the shit that he has witnessed makes him second guess his time at Woodbury on more than one occasion. He stands holding the gate open with his back trying to pull himself together.

Michonne stares at him for a minute and a look flashes over her face. She knows that these men are one step ahead of them. Brains, strength and beauty…damn girl. Like clockwork, Blondie is having second thoughts. The Governor read this bitch right when she walked into Woodbury, the doe eyes and blond hair.

If somebody held a neon sign above her head, she would look every which way but, up. He sure knows how to pick 'em.

"Do you hear yourself," she says, "how can you know that? And why would they bother?" Merle wonders how Michonne spent all this time with Blondie. She should have ditched her ass and kept on walking. "Ladies," he replies. Andrea turns toward him and instructs him to close the gate. Michonne says no and they say a few words to one another. It is clear that Andrea wants to stay so Michonne proceeds to walk around her friend. She exits out of the front gate not turning back even as her friend tries to get her attention. Once, she has her mind-set on something there is no turning back.

Merle shuts the gate watching her walk away. The moment they shared begins to replay his mind.

However, he quickly shakes it off and shuts the gate pulling the wooden plank back across it. It is their secret. If she remained quiet about it then he will as well. There is no point putting them both in danger running off at the mouth. Pussy is pussy but, this shit will get him killed. He moves away allowing Andrea to walk forward-looking through the crack in the gate. Apparently, she never thought that Michonne would really leave without out her. He shakes his head walking away in the opposite direction as tears crest in her eyes.

He has to see her again.

Just one more time.

Merle races through the trees in search of Michonne. He waited nearly an hour and a half before sneaking out. Haley is usually sitting at the back wall but, she walked away from her post. Stupid slut probably went on a bathroom break. It was obvious that more than one guard is needed to watch this wall but, the Governor does not want to hear it. He claims that the biters are not smart enough to climb. If they did then Haley will pick them off one by one with her crossbow. She is not as skilled as Daryl….no way. The only reason her ass is even on wall duty is what she can do behind closed doors. She is even trying to push her way into Merle's job but, there ain't no way that is going to happen. Not while he is alive and breathing.

Merle ventures into the red zone coming up on a few biters along the way. Each one receives their own special attention, either a stab in the head or a bullet in the brain. He continues running for almost two miles before coming upon Michonne. She is standing alone surrounded by the bodies of nearly a dozen walkers littering like ground like dead birds. The air reeks of rotten flesh and feces. Michonne turns around quickly holding her sword pointed in his direction. He tucks his gun into his back pocket carefully.

"I knew there was no need to worry about you," Merle says calmly, "Not alone." He takes one step forward keeping his bayonet pointed towards the ground. She moves closer making no attempt to lower her knife.

"Relax," he says, "darling. I ain't here to hurt you."

"Then why are you here," Michonne responds not dropping eye contact.

"I told you," he said, "There was no way that you could leave Woodbury without a guardian."

"I can take care of myself," she spat back.

"I see that," he says, "never doubted you on that."

"What do you want," she replies tightening her grip on the katana.

"You."

Michonne raises her eyebrows unable to process what she heard him say at first. It takes her a moment for the words to sink in. She slowly begins to lower her knife raising her eyes brows is disbelief.

"What did you say," she asks.

Merle then says, "I came out here for you. What did you think, last night was a mistake?"

He moves closer fully taking one step at a time, fully aware that at any moment, she can rise up the sword and filet him with it.

"I have done," he said, "a shit load of stupid things but, that wasn't one of them." The veil around her lowers for a split second. Merle swears for a moment that her eyes soften.

"How did you find me," she asks.

"I followed the trail of dead walkers," he says jokingly.

"I heard," he continues, "what you did in the Governor's office. That display is going to get you killed. Its one thing to kill biters but…"

"And you thought that it would be smart to warn me," she said, "like he would not notice that you are gone."

Merle shakes his head glancing over her shoulder briefly," He is too preoccupied with Blondie now to notice anything. Why the hell else do you think she stayed? I would have thought that she was going to leave with you but, I gave her ass too much credit." Michonne is about to speak when she notices a walker over Merle's shoulder dragging himself slowly towards them no more than twenty feet away. Behind him are about six more stumbling their way into the area. Her eyes narrow as she tightens her grip on the katana. He turns around to see what she was looking at only to move over to left out of Michonne's way.

Merle senses something is sneaking up behind them and he turns around. Threenmore biters are dragging themselves into the area. He always gets a kick out of the fact that they move so damn slow. The idea is almost too perfect. Rather than wait for them to come closer, he walks up to the first stabs her in the head. He shot the second biter point blank in the head with little effort. He decides to instill the same fate on the third biter.

He turns around to help Michonne only to watch her decapitate the last walker left standing.

That's my girl.

"At least leave one damn biter for me," he says with a laugh.

Merle returns to Woodbury on foot walking towards the front wall as the sun slips slowly out of the sky. He hides the upbeat aura that wrapped around him like a blanket filling him with warmth. All of this emotion brings his mind ever so close to the moment when his body was a blaze and he trifled with Michonne the night before. Her liquid warmth encased him like a sheath as the memory made his cock throb. She consumed him for that moment when it seemed as though if Merle did not give in to the feeling he would explode.

"Enjoy your walk," one of the guards on the wall replied.

"I did," he said, "but, the biters…not so much."

The gate opened without hesitation and Merle walked right inside. Everything had calmed down for the moment. He was on his way to his home to sort out his feelings. No way in hell was he going to allow this to throw off his focus for tonight's festivities.

"Merle."

Just when he thought that he was home free. He stops in his tracks hoping that his erection is not as pronounced as it feels. Merle turns around to see The Governor walking towards him with a stern look in his eyes.

"You," He explains, " allowed Michonne to leave Woodbury earlier. Is that correct?"

Merle nods his head and then says, "She wanted to go so I let her leave."

"I believe that she will come back," The Governor states. Behind that calm demeanor of his, lies a paranoid nut job of some sort. Merle tries to appease him by saying, "No, that girl wanted to go. I was not going to stand in her way? Besides, she ain't any threat to…"

"I assembled a team," he states cutting Merle off, "Tim, Crowley and a younger boy Gargiulio. I want you to take these men out. You are to find her, put her down, and bring me her head and knife." Without hesitation, Merle agreed to the task. Inside, his stomach was in knots. Michonne was not a threat but, whatever the fuck happened in that room made her want to flee. It also put her right at the top of his shit list." Fuck!

Merle entered his house and quickly shut the door. He leaned his head against it for a moment before locking it. There was nothing for him to do but, obey. Those who refused to fulfill whatever request given to them by the Governor suffered the consequences. He saw the murder of the soldier that they found at the helicopter crash site. It was by the Governor's hand that the man lost his head. The poor bastard never knew what hit him.

He walked over to the couch and sat down. In a few hours, Merle was going to have to enter the ring and put on a show for the people of Woodbury. He is going to have to pretend that everything is alright. Man the fuck up Merle Dixon. What is wrong with you? Your daddy would tan your hide if he saw you crying over some piece of pussy. For the moment, he ignored that voice in his head and leaned back against the couch. He closed his eyes for a moment only to drift off to sleep.

Merle.

Wake up ,Merle.

Merle.

He opened his eyes and there was Michonne standing before him holding her katana completely nude. The air was ripe with her scent. She was moist, ready and waiting for him. Within her deep brown eyes that fearless look is still present. For a moment, she dances…moving as though there is a fight and only she can see her combatant. Every movement heightens his awareness as he awaits her attention. She goes still dropping her katana upon the floor absently. Her eyes fall on him again.

Michonne moves closer and closer with a smile upon her face. She crouches down places both knees on the floor coming to rest between his open legs. Merle's breathing hitches slightly as he feels her hands coming to rest on his knees. She breaks eye contact to glance his cock erect protruding out of his pants. It would be simple to just unbuckle, unzip and pull down the pants then voilà. However, Michonne decides to torture him a bit by taking her time doing everything slowly. His patience is running thin but, he can not will himself to say anything to her for fear that she will recoil and deny him of what his body craves.

Once his pants are down, she grabs hold of his penis stroking it up and down a few times. The feeling is something that he has come accustomed to more times than he can count. She is better than him though, better. Her thumb encircles the tip spreading the pre cum around that crests. She replaces that movement with her tongue for a moment. Just when he thinks that she is about to take him into her mouth, she stops. He opens his eyes staring down at her in slight confusion. She is smiling as she gently releases her grip on his cock.

Just like a woman to start me up and then suddenly change her fucking mind. She held out her hand, crooking her finger to get him to stand as well. Then Michonne turns to walk towards his bedroom and disappears inside. Merle gets up struggling to hold up his pants as he follows behind her. He enters the room to find her sitting at the edge of the bed. He approaches hesitantly at first. Impatiently, Michonne reaches out and grabs his forearms leading him forward.

Once again, she grabs hold of his cock and brings it to her lips. He closes his eyes in anticipation. It does not take much for his legs to turn to jelly as she inserts him inside of her mouth. She moves her tongue so precisely that Merle is ever so close to an orgasm but, does not dare to cross the line. The last blow job that he received was sloppy. Stupid whore did not even want to finish it but, he made her. He went so far as making her swallow down is load. When it was all said and done, she cursed up a storm calling him every name in the book.

Michonne on the hand was a master. She did not flinch at the taste of his pre cum like the other women. She seemed to enjoy having him in her mouth glancing up at him once or twice to make sure that he was enjoying her attention. Merle tries his best to make eye contact with her but, ever time he does he feels another jolt of pleasure. His balls constrict as semen rises up through him as fast as lightning. It is as if he stuck his finger in a light socket. Before, he can hold him back, cum shoots out of him coming to rest in her mouth. The pleasure continues until as quickly as the orgasm starts…..it over. Everything goes black.

He awakens to find Michonne perched on top of him staring down at him. Her dreadlocks hanging over both sides of her face." Ready for round two," she asks. This is certainly a dream. Merle just left Michonne after helping her find shelter for the night. Ain't no way she is going to risk sneaking back in Woodbury just to fuck him. Michonne reaches down between them to massage his cock. One would think that a single orgasm would be enough but, no…..it is awake again and harder than before. If she keeps at this, he is going to have a fucking heart attack.

To Be Continued

Unfortunately as you all know Merle Dixon's character was killed off in Season 4 episode 15 This Sorrowful Life.

That episode was really, really sad.

RIP Merle

Thank you all for being so patient.

I apologize for the wait.

Thank you for all the comments I have recieved so far.

Your feedback is welcomed and encouraged :)

The title of this chapter is inspired by a lyric from a song called Telepathy by a band called Crosses.