A/N: another one from last night; before my internet crashed. :P


Distance

Merle didnt completely understand the relationship Daryl had with that woman Carol, but he had chosen to gracefully accept it; which in itself was a chore because Dixons never did anything gracefully. But he had, it had taken him days to truelly process the butt of Daryls change- and though he didnt unerstand his relationship with that woman he accepted it. Because he loved his brother, and if loving his brother meant accepting her. Well, he could do that, didnt wanna do that- but he could do that.

If he really gave himself the chance, hed expect Daryl to the same. He just hoped that Carol was as good as she seemed to be. Cause Merle never forgive himself for loosening his reins on his babybrother for some washed up has been whore to break his baby brothers heart. Hell no.

So he managed to find some peace, though small, from the new found distance from his brother. Still, he knew how to handle a Dixon- his brother, no matter how soft his brother was, he was still a Dixon so fixing things hadnt been HARD just...a matter of figuring what he wanted to give, and how much Daryl could take. Dixons were easy. Its the rest of the damn people that were hard to figure out.

Like Andrea. He hated that woman. Hated how god damn attractive she was and that she wouldnt even spit in his general direction. He hated the fact that she was so damn full of herself and that her pride was a big as his. He hated the fact she could hold her own and that shed always go into the bed with all the wrong men- all the wrong men but HIM. He hated that she was starting to look at Rick in that admiration kinda way. He hated that Officer Friendly was so damn admirable. So damn good.

"He aint your type." He says one day next to her at dinner, her teeth ripping into a piece of deer meat HE caught and cooked with Carol.

She smirked, finishing what was in her mouth before responding with a "and what do ya know bout my type?"

He paused, Rick in fact was the epitomy of her type. He was a leader. He was powerful. He was everything Merle wasnt. He chewed on the inside of his lip for a minute, grappling for something mean and hurtful to say, anything to bite back and make him feel like he wasnt shit on the bottom of her shoe.

And for the first time, Merle came up empty handed.

"'evermind." he muttered rising to a stand. "Hes probably had a lot of expierience with whores."

Andrea knew he didnt know that Rick's wife had cheated on him with Shane. Hell, he didnt know that baby girl wasnt actually Ricks- or might not actually be Ricks. He didnt know she had fucked Shane before she was fucking the govenor- he didnt know any of these things because he hadnt been here and she hadnt told him. But it still hurt.

And when the retort didnt follow him to his tent, he found himself slipping inevitably farther away from her again.


A/N: R&R