Minority page 10

The girl's name was Angelika Winston but she went by Angel. She had been the only child of a wealthy family that lived in Florida. When the outbreak hit they were promised a flight to Europe where the infection hadn't spread to yet. Unfortunately desperate people trying to get out of the states overran the airport and Angel's family never got that flight. They went to military base after military base seeking shelter until it became clear that the army was out numbered. Angel made it all the way to Fort Benning before she lost her parents. Since then she had been wandering around by herself with her few meager possessions. She wasn't even aware that she was still in Georgia.

"You poor thing." Carol took a shine to her almost immediately. Letting her stay in her room and doting on her like a little lost lamb. She befriended Maggie and Beth in short order and the three formed a bit of a clan because of their close age. They could often be seen giggling to each other while they did chores.

"So, who's the new girl?" Everyone looked up from dinner when they heard Andrea walk up.

"Oh my God!" Katherine exclaimed. T-dog was the first one to run to her and give her a hug. "You made it back." Katherine pulled her into a hug before walking her to their cook out. Everyone remarked on how great it was to see her. Rick even more so when she presented his full bag of guns.

"Those things are heavy." Andrea said as she hefted it into his arms. "Look at my 'guns' from hauling those things around." She joked as she made a muscle. Lori made her a plate of food and they got caught up. "Looks like I've been gone too long – you guys replaced me." Angel didn't appreciate the joke but everyone else laughed. "I also met someone out in the woods but she said she had somewhere to go first. Her name is Michone and I told her where to find us."

"I had a feeling once it got colder we'd see more survivors." Herschel said. Soon enough they were all done eating and it was time to turn in. Peaches was cleaning up the last of the plates when T-dog came and hugged her. Neither one of them noticing Merle as he made his way upstairs. Seeing them stopped him in his tracks.

"Thank you." T-dog said giving Peaches a firm squeeze.

"You're welcome…for what?" she asked.

"You told me to have faith that she'd come back and…I don't think I would've kept that faith if you hadn't helped me." He said before he let her go. "Puts a whole new meaning to that 'if you love something let it go' saying." Peaches laughed and smiled at Andrea when she walked into their makeshift kitchen.

"Need help with the dishes?" she offered. "After eating acorns and berries out of my palm for two weeks I'd actually love to do some domestic work."

"No, I've got it. Besides you've got more important things to do." Peaches said before she gave T-dog a sly grin. They both smiled at each other and T-dog offered her his hand.

"Let me show you our new digs." He said. Andrea chuckled and slid her hand into his.

"Good night." Peaches waved as they headed upstairs. She went back to the dishes but only for a moment. She felt a little uneasy being downstairs alone. Sure they had a fence that enclosed the motel but there was something about—"Jesus!" Peaches jumped when she caught sight of Merle in the doorway. She dropped the sponge and clutched her shirt until she realized he wasn't a random walker. She sighed, a little agitated that he had scared her like that and retrieved it from the floor. "What the hell are you doing lurking around like that?"

"Thinking." He answered as he moved in the room.

"Dangerous pastime for you." She quipped.

"Tell me about it." He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. "It wasn't until I seen them together just now that my brain actually started working."

"Oh really?" Peaches asked like she was just trying to get the conversation over with.

"Peach-pit, look at me—

"No!" she whirled around and threw the sponge at his head. "You are a jerk. And I'm not saying that because I just now figured it out I'm saying it as a general fact that I've known since the first time I met you. If only I had let go of who I used to be sooner I wouldn't have cared if you got clean and I'd have saved myself the embarrassment and the heart ache!"

"You ever gonna shut up so I can talk?" He asked annoyed.

"Talk away, can't guarantee I'll listen or give a damn about what you have to say."

"See, that's not fair because I listen to everything you say. Even the bullshit, liberal equality hogwash that don't make sense." He said. "You should've learned by now – just observing Rick and his stuck up wife that nobody thinks everyone is equal." He added under his breath.

"You hate it so much why do you bother with me?"

"Cause you're the only person besides my brother that talks to me like I got a brain." Merle said. "Not counting my momma and Daryl you the only person to ever give a damn what I do. To ever stand up for me, stick with me through the stupid shit I do and try to make me better. Granted you did all that shit with abuse and badgering but I…I appreciate it none the less."

"That's nice. We done here?" she asked impatiently.

"God damn it you bullheaded, spear-chucker I'm trying to apologize!" He snapped. She slapped him – not very hard but his head jerked to the side. When he righted himself he didn't even seem mad about it. He had gotten used to her 'love taps' long ago.

"Well you're doing a shitty job! I thought all crackers had experience apologizing to black people for all the fucked up shit they've done."

"Fuck, Peaches I'm no good at this. I ain't never apologized to anyone or been apologized to – I don't know what the fuck I'm doing." He started pacing and Peaches tried not to laugh – Daryl did the same thing when he was frustrated. They stalked back and forth like an anxious caged animal and yelled what ever came to mind. She was thinking of calling it 'The Dixon Dance'. "All I know is I hate it when you're mad at me like this. I don't like not talking to you, not sleeping next to you – sleeping in Daryl's room has become very awkward, he talks in his sleep about singing beans and needing towels. And I'm pretty sure they fuck when they think I'm asleep. Point is I can't stand being away from you and I don't want to be anymore."

"Gee Merle it sounds like you love me." Peaches said and crossed her arms. "But for the life of me, I can't fathom why someone who loves me would curse me out when I'm trying to help them."

"Cause ol' Merle is a fool." He said in his usual sweat-talk tone. He pouted a little and moved closer to her. "I never know how good I got it and when I have time to sit around and think about how I'm a different person than I used to be…well ol' Merle gets scared and stupid." He leaned down and pressed his forehead to hers. She sighed and blinked slowly before meeting his gaze. "I need you woman – chase away all this fear and insecurity that my drugs used to handle."

"That's a two way street." She said.

"I'll… try to remember that."

"I mean if I'm everyone else's rock who's gonna be mine?"

"Oh me! Pick me." Merle joked as he waved his hand. He grinned wide when she hid her smile. "Come on honey, say you forgive me. You're the only one that doesn't get mad at everything I say and treat me like I'm gonna skull fuck them or something." She laughed and he put his arms around her. "Come on upstairs."

"Well it is tempting after you mentioned skull fucking."

"I know, right?"

"But, I've gotta do these dishes. It'll go faster if you help me." She said.

"Nah, that's women's work. I gotta retain some of my dignity here." Merle said. She slapped her hand on his chest before she went back to cleaning. Merle posted up next to the door and kept an eye out. He looked at Katherine when she came in the kitchen.

"I need to talk to Peaches." She announced. When Merle didn't move she shot him a look. "Alone!"

"You know we ain't got no secrets in our group, Kathy." Merle said. "Whatever news you got for my woman you got for me as well."

"It involves my period."

"I'll be upstairs babe." Merle said and walked off. He heard them giggling in his wake. He trotted upstairs and nodded to Charles as he sat at the top of he stairs on watch. Once in his room Merle washed up, clipped his nails and considered shaving but decided against it when he remembered that Peaches liked stubble. He scrutinized the increasing number of gray hairs in his whiskers – more and more of his hair was growing in that shade instead of the normal sandy blond color. He looked at the door when he heard her outside. He finished wiping himself down before he dove in the bed. When Peaches came in he flashed her a smile. "Hey there." She closed the door and put the bolt on.

"You think just because you apologized I'm going to hop right into bed with you?" she asked as she took off her shoes.

"Hell yes." He answered – a little annoyed that she was still holding a grudge. He glared at her as she walked past the bed. Seemingly ignoring him on her way to the bathroom. "Woman—

"You're right!" She suddenly tackled him. He chuckled as she kissed him. "Life's too short to play hard to get and 'whose-got-the-upper-hand-mind-fuck'." He ripped her shirt off – literally tearing it down the middle with his hook. When he did she gasped and bucked into him. He took full advantage and buried his face between her breasts. "Ah! Merle. Wait now." She pushed against his shoulders.

"What?"

"I'm all dirty."

"I don't care." She knew that was true – she could be covered in mud and he'd still want to do it. She gave him a firm push and he relented.

"Five minutes." She said as she climbed out of bed. She grabbed one of the lanterns and closed herself in the bathroom. Merle sighed and laid back. He looked at the door when someone knocked. He pulled on his jeans – wincing a bit when he zipped them up and confined his erection. He tried to think of something unsexy to make it deflate a bit but all he could think of was Peaches in the shower. Chilly water running down her breasts and making her nipples hard. Her hands spreading soap all over – soft suds dripping down her thighs.

"God damn it." He took the bolt off and flung the door open when the knocking persisted. "What?" He growled. Angel recoiled when he answered the door. "Princess, what are you doing out this late?" he asked as he leaned against the doorframe.

"I'm looking for your brother." She said and crossed her arms. Merle rolled his eyes. That wasn't first time in his life that a girl had said that to him. He wondered if the others knew they had wasted their tits on Daryl. When she shifted a bit he noticed she wasn't wearing a bra – crossing her arms did nothing to hide that fact.

"He's probably out back with his bunnies. What you need him for?" He asked.

"That's none of your business." Merle looked over his shoulder for a second – it sounded like Peaches was finishing up in the bathroom. He'd really like to put the little bitch in her place – tell her to stop bothering grown folks and get her ass back to Carol's room but he had more pressing matters – in fact it was pressing right up against the fabric of his jeans. Angel seemed to notice it and took a step back.

"He's in 203 – this is 202." Merle said and pointed to the next-door over.

"Next time just say that." She huffed and walked off. Merle rolled his eyes and shut the door – not checking to see if she actually made it to Daryl's room. He put the bolt back on and stepped out of his pants. After another minute or so Peaches opened the door to the bathroom and walked out.

"Hot damn." He whistled. The only thing she had on was his old confederate flag t-shirt.

"There are so many things wrong with you finding this hot." She said as she looked down at the shirt. It hung off her shoulder and almost reached her knees. Merle's clothes were always the most comfortable to sleep in because of how big they were on her.

"Well come on over here and I'll take it off you – hm?" He offered and held out his hand. She took it and he helped her straddle him. "Mm, you smell real good now." He buried his face in her neck and inhaled deeply. The soap and lotion she used always sent a bolt of excitement through him. It was just something about the scent mixed with her natural smell that drove him crazy.

"I got you something." She said as she reached for her pack. He just ran his hands over her ass while she was bent over and smiled.

"I love it, darlin' – it's perfect." He joked. She sat up right and he stared at the leather vest for a moment. "Aw…honey…" He had lost his old one fending off a walker – it grabbed him and he had no choice but to squirm out of it and leave it behind. Nearly everyone had remarked on how odd he looked without it. But the one Peaches currently had in her hands was almost identical to the one he lost. The only real difference was that the lacing was in the back – not on the sides.

"Found this on our last run to Walmart. It's probably not as nice as your old one but if you want I can sew wings on the back like Daryl's – or whatever you want. We just gotta find a craft store—" He suddenly grabbed her face and pulled her into a kiss. He held her to him as he rolled over and put her back to the mattress. She hiked one knee up and pressed her thigh into his side when he ground his hips into her. He pulled away and smiled at her. "So I take it you like it."

"I'm only tossing it over there so I won't get jizz on it." He said as he threw the vest over to where the rest of his clothes were. "This too." He pulled her shirt off and flung it. He grinned wide when he saw his dog tags around her neck. "My Peaches…" he sighed. She giggled when he spread her legs wide and looked down at her.

"Merle!" Her hand shot down and sifted through his short hair when he closed his lips around her clit. His thick tongue swiping across it quickly until she let out a little howl. He hooked his arms under her legs and brought her closer to him as he explored her pussy with his mouth. "God damn…" she moaned and bucked into his tongue when he thrust it in and out of her. She arched up and twisted under his hold. She grabbed his wrist and sighed when he reached his hand up and grabbed her breast. He was about to pull away and ask if she was close when her thighs locked around his head. "Ah!" Her wetness was suddenly flooding his mouth. Merle just lapped at her until she relaxed – he watched her muscles contract and expel more of her tangy wetness. He spit her fluids into his palm and used them to slick himself – not that he really needed it, he had been hard and dripping since she walked in the room. The scent and taste of her sex only making him throb – he was sure he'd never been this hard in his entire life. He was aching to be inside her.

When she recovered from her orgasm she looked up at him and smiled. He eased down over her and kissed her – long and slow as he lined himself up with her. Their sex had always been amazing. The way she held on to his arms and bucked into his every thrust – tossing her head back and moaning when he drove it in just right. Every little move she made drove him higher and higher. If it wasn't watching her flick her tongue across her plump lips it was the way she looked at him. Pretty, slanted, brown eyes – glazed over and so needy.

"Merle!" He drove in harder when she said his name. The sound of her voice sent maddening little tingles down his spine. She screamed – digging her nails into his biceps and tightening her legs against his sides. She grinned for a second when she saw him bite his bottom lip. Even in the dim room his eyes were still bright and focused. The sweat on his brow making a few of his curls stick to his forehead. She reached up and stroked his jaw – loving the rosy color in his cheeks and the look of her dark hands on his pale skin. He turned his head and kissed her palm – his stubble scratching her in a way that made her giggle. Everything was so heady with them close like this. They weren't just fucking anymore. He felt it; it made his entire body hum. His blood coursing through him quick and hot.

"Mmm…feel that darlin'? Tight as fuck around my dick…hot, wet cunt… " Peaches loved his voice – deep and raspy with a 'down south' drawl. Especially when he talked dirty, he did it right in her ear and moaned against her neck. "Peach-pit…" He sighed before he captured her lips with his. When he grunted into the kiss it made her whole body tingle. It had a wild animalistic growl to it. He let out a bit of a desperate whine and sped up. "Mm'bout to cum buckets..."

"I-Inside." She demanded as she ran her hands down to his hips. "Come inside me." He slowed down and looked at her for a second. That had to be just about the sexiest thing anyone had ever said to him.

"Yeah?"

"Mm-hmm." She pressed her fingers into his back just so and he had her screaming as she came. She dug her nails into his ass and tossed her head back.

"Jesus Peaches!" He gasped when her tightening body sent him over the edge.

"Ah!" Her eyes went wide for a second when she felt him come inside of her. It was almost a completely different experience than how it felt when he pulled out. "Shit it's hot…" She felt his cock swell – all his muscles seized up for a second and he moaned when his body went lax.

"Oh yeah…" He purred and eased down on top of her. He chuckled when he saw the smile on her face. He ran his hand through her hair and brushed their lips together. "Not that I'm not…oh…grateful but what made you want that?" he asked. "Ain't you worried about getting pregnant?" She cupped his face and looked into his eyes.

"No." She answered truthfully. "Even if I do it'd be yours so…" She shrugged. "What? You don't want a bunch of half breed babies with me?"

"Only if you promise not to name any or them 'Oranges' or 'Banana'." She slapped his chest as he chuckled.