Note: Studying is finished so now I get to spend more time writing...Enjoy! (p.s. I'm not good at writing an accent like Daryl's so there isn't much of that, plus it's a bit easier to read when it's not all redneck-y...)


The man sneered and stepped forward. Glenn pulled his weapon and aimed it at the redneck. I could see something poking out from under a jacket which draped over his arm. Taking a second to remember what Dix said, it was covering his right hand so maybe it was to conceal the stump.

"Ain't it my favourite chink. Who's the new sugar-tits? Picking up strays along the way?"

He stepped forward and Glenn took a step back. Instead of following Glenn, I took a step forward. Merle seemed to find this amusing because he laughed.

"Sugar-tits has a bigger pair of balls than you."

"Well, anyone's are bigger than yours, Merle. You did have a habit of falling asleep naked at your cabin."

I brushed the hair away from my face so Merle could see me. The sneer only grew dark and probably had Glenn pissing his pants. I knew what Merle was capable of and raising his hand to a woman would only be last resort. First he would try to terrorize and intimidate, then try to make you believe you deserve the punishment before getting physical.

"Well, well. Ain't it Daryl's whore."

"Better Dix's whore than your bitch. Surprised that you're still alive after fucking those disease ridden sluts all those years."

"Ah, come on. Admit it. You want a piece of ol' Merle. You always did follow me around."

"Wasn't because of you and just the idea makes me sick."

Over Merle's shoulder, I saw Max open the car door. I couldn't let him be seen but any indication that he was there, Merle would go after him. For a second I glanced at Max and then back at Glenn. He understood what I was doing but it also gave Merle time to reach for his gun. He aimed and shot at the back window of the SUV. Glenn dived one way and I dove another. I heard Max scream and tried to cover it with my own.

My knife was torn from my hand and a blade was pressed into my neck. I felt Merle pull me into his embrace and then the muzzle of the gun against my temple. If I reared back and head butted him, he might release me or he could slice my neck open with his knife-hand in front of a 7year old boy.

I looked back and Max was gone. I couldn't see if he had gotten back into the car or what though. Glenn inched around the back of the SUV and aimed at Merle's head.

"Tsk, tsk, Chinaman. One wrong step and her pretty little head goes splat. Now back up and drop the gun."

Glenn was hesitant so Merle cocked the hammer back on his gun. He wasn't joking of shooting me in the head.

"Glenn, please. For Maggie and Max," I pleaded.

The gun in Glenn's hand was placed on the road and he stepped back.

"Now, you're going to get behind the wheel and drive. None of that fucking Asian driving either, straight down the road."

He pulled me up and pushed me into the backseat of the SUV while Glenn went around to get into the driver's seat. As we drove away, I glanced back and saw Max standing next to the car. I could only hope that Maggie took him back to the prison. All I know was that Dix was going to be fucking pissed off.

Merle's left hand laid heavy on my thigh with the blade strapped to his right arm pointing in my direction. His fingers began moving along my thigh towards my knee only to come down my inner thigh. I tried not to flinch away but he poked the tip of his blade into my chest. I stopped moving and closed my eyes. The blade traveled down biting into the skin leaving a small trail of blood behind. My shirt soaked it up as the cut continued to bleed. My sweat was getting into the cut and stinging but now wasn't the time to be a little bitch and complain about something that minor.

"And what's this?" he asked, letting go of my thigh to reach for the locket.

Rather than pull out the chain, he shoved his hand down my top to find it and only pulled it out after copping a feel. The tip was pressed harder into my stomach in a silent demand to open it. I let out a deep breath and reached up for the locket. I looked at Travis briefly before showing the picture to his uncle. Merle stared at the picture briefly.

"Has the Dixon eyes. Knew ya were fucking my brother but didn't know about a baby."

"I came back but Dix was gone and you were in jail again."

"Where is he? He with Daryl?"

"Where are we going, Merle?" Glenn tried asking to distract him from Travis.

"Shut ya fucking mouth. Now where is he?" Merle spat, shifting in his seat so he was facing me more than sitting beside me.

"Macon. He was scratched. He didn't make it," I replied, taking a deep breath to calm my nerves. I didn't want to rehash everything to this asshole.

"Ya dumb fucking bitch. Can't even keep a child alive. How hard is it to watch over him?" he yelled, backhanding me in the face. "Knew you were useless even when ya were younger. Could barely hunt and made Daryl do everything for ya out in the woods. Us Dixons would have raised that boy right."

"Like your father raised you? I would rather Travis be dead than growing up like you. Dix had to raise himself most of the time and deal with those beatings from your old man since you spent more time in Juvie and jail than staying at home protecting your brother."

Merle's large hand wrapped around my throat strangling me. After the first squeeze, he stabbed his knife hand into my thigh. I let out a small whimper since I couldn't get much past the hand around my throat. I couldn't even struggle because if I moved my leg too much it would cause more damage and I was already beginning to feel lightheaded.

"You're mine now, bitch. I'll teach ya the proper place for a Dixon woman."

Darkness webbed a path over my vision and before it was complete and unconsciousness took me away, I felt Merle kiss me.