A/N: Im dedicating this one to Gone Random- the wonderful creator of the choice (go read it). And whose reviews make me celebrate. Now, onward to the first REAL Merle and Andrea bit. :)

Temptation

It had been a long time since Merle had felt the temptation to do something that he deemed BAD. I mean lets face it, he didnt have much of a moral compass. Hed kill half the people he travelled with and wouldnt think twice bout it startin with the niggers, and finishing with officer fuckin friendly. He did more drugs than anybody he knew post apocolapse, and slept with people like it was his job. So when he thought that he was going to be doing something really bad- there was a part of him that flushed with fear- and another part, not so much.

Andrea had cut her jeans off into these ass hugin shorts that made his crotch literally throb at the sight of her. He could usually curb his temptation, he didnt rape no women- thats what pieces of scum like his good for nothin ole man do. Not him. But hed be lying if in that moment the thought didnt cross his mind.

"Not focusin" Daryl nodded to the stick in his brothers lap, barely scraped with his knife.

"Shup Darylena, enjoyin the view."

Daryl rolled his eyes, "pft." as he picked up another stick to sharpen up from the pile between the two of them.

Carol came out then, arm in a sling, taking a seat next to Daryl as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"Your brother likes her doesnt he?" Carol said softly, gesturing towards Merle. Merle felt his skin fingers tighten around the knife unconsciously. He didnt like this woman, she was to god damn observant.

"Naw. Merle's just a pervert." He said his lips twistin up into a smirk.

"Ya want me to show ya what a pervert I am darylena? I tear you a fuckin new one." Merle growled, resuming his mind numbing dumbass work in front of him.

Daryl laughed, as Carol took a sideways glance at Andrea. She couldnt help but wonder if the woman knew what she was doing to the eldest Dixon brother or not. Daryl could call the look his brother was giving Andrea lust til the cows came home. It wasnt lust- it was longing. She knew the difference, it had been the same way she had quietly watched Daryl when her husband had been alive. A longing for something more, something bettter- something that would always be inevitably out of reach. And than it wasnt. She hoped the same would happen for Merle- not that she dare tell him that of course.

She had volunteered to go huntin with him. He couldnt believe his mind, it was like the temptation to do wrong was right there. He could violate her and leave her for the dead if he wanted- thing was- didnt want that. Hell, while she looked damn good enough to eat- he didnt wanna fuck her. Naw he wanted to kiss her and that pissed him the hell off.

So with every god damn step Merle Dixon took the leaves crunched under his feet sent every livin critter flocking off in every other direction.

It wasnt like Merle she noticed, to make a lot of noise. The man walked with such a light foot he scared her hundreds of times when it was just the two of them. A trait she noticed his brother possessed also- but this- this Merle Dixon she hadnt seen other than when he was angry.

"What are you angry for?" she said stopping abruptly, making him stop and go rigid.

"You." he growled low in his throat. "Hunt with Daryl. Not you."

"Yknow your brother wants to stay with Carol right now- you LET me join you. Now whats the real reason?" Andrea said crossing her arms impatiently.

He hated her, he didnt even have to look over his shoulder to see the face she was giving him. He was so mad he didnt know what to do with himself and within two quick steps, he grabbed her by the shoulder, pulled her to him and kissed her hard on the mouth.

A/N: As always, thanks for reading.