**********WARNING - explicit smut abounds even more so than usual in this chapter - read at your own risk**********

Merle's plan works. It's simple but genius. The Walkers distract the men the Governor had brought. Merle and Daryl attack them. Michonne heads to the waiting vehicle backed into the trees. There is a guard there that she dispatches easily. She wishes she didn't have to but knows it's necessary. Then she waits herself. Within minutes she hears footsteps running toward her. She conceals herself. She smiles as the Governor tries to start the truck. She'd left him the keys but taken something else. She thinks he has forgotten there is supposed to be a guard with the truck. He gets out of the vehicle popping the bonnet. As he looks under it she moves in behind him. Her katana is already in her hand. She slices his Achilles tendon before he even knows she's there. As he collapses she thinks of toying with him before realising he's not worth it. She slices his head off before he can even curse her. Then she stabs the katana through his eye socket for good measure.

As instructed she waits there until one of them comes for her in case there are any stragglers she needs to finish. And indeed there is one. She would have let him live but he'd tried to shoot her so he was dead too. She looks at he and the dead guard and purses her lips. Clothes were clothes she thought. So she looked at them both. The guard had been tall and skinny, he had a good pair of cargos on with a belt. His shirt had seen better days. Before she can think about it further she strips him of his boots and the cargos and belt. Then the runaway she takes boots pants and shirt from. She gathers the weapons as well. When she has everything from the two men she looks at the thing that had once been the Governor. She took none of his clothes, she wasn't that hard up. But she relieved him of his weapons. She thought Beth could learn to use his bowie-knife. She's taking a look at it when he speaks behind her "Lootin' the dead are ya?" His arms slide around her waist as she stands up with the Governors knife in her hand. It's a huge freaking thing, the blade alone is a foot long, the handle shaped to fit a palm. It's got a good guard to prevent the hand from slipping and it's superbly constructed.

"I think we should give this to Beth, she'll be starting to make runs soon I think, I can teach her to use it and use it well. With her frame she'd use it like a sword." He holds his left hand out for the knife and she gives it to him.

"I've never held it, fucker wouldn't let anyone else touch it after he found it on a Walker one day." He shifted it side to side and tossed it, catching it easily before continuing "I can't think of anyone he'd hate more to have it so yeah, give it to her along with those lessons. Hell I'll even watch." He wiggles her eyebrows at her when she turns around to look at him with her eyes narrowed.

"Why so you can get off?" She isn't bothered by it which doesn't surprise him. Like him she is very matter-of-fact about sex and sexuality he is realising. His female counterpart. It took the end of the fucking world for him to find his fucking soul mate.

"Yeah, in fact I've been wondering..." He trails off for a second before looking over at her with such a heated gaze she could feel herself getting aroused. The man had no limits, they had three dead bodies at their feet, his brother waiting somewhere ahead and he was deliberately arousing her.

But two could play that game. She steps up to him standing on his boots winding her arms around his back and slipping her hands into the pockets of his cargo pants to fondle his arse. He tilts his pelvis forward so his cock rubs against her. She leans back a bit looking up at him with hooded eyes "You've wondered what?" She asks softly. She has pushed her elbows together at her sides so she is showing a fair amount of cleavage to him and his eyes wander down as she feels him harden against her.

"You and Blondie, together for the winter, did you have to keep each other warm sometimes?" Oh she knew, she fucking knew he was going to ask that question. And she'll answer him. In her own way. She leans up standing on her toes to take his mouth as she pulls him in by his arse.

"Umm, maybe, would that be a problem for you?" She brushes her lips over his lightly before placing a kiss at the corner of each mouth. His breath ghosts over her so very lightly arousing in itself

"No, no problem, just wondering if you'll ever do it again is all." He accepts her tongue into his mouth. His left hand is still holding the knife and his arm right winds around her waist in turn. The thought of her and Blondie getting it on is heating his blood. And while he doesn't want her to get it on with Blondie again, he wouldn't mind maybe seeing her with someone else, a female someone else. His mind supplies a face and he groans into her mouth at the thought causing her to groan in turn.

But before they can do anything else a disgusted voice interrupts them, "Jesus fuckin' Christ, can't you two rabbits quit each other for 5 fuckin' minutes." Daryl throws a verbal bucket of cold water on Michonne but Merle is different.

"Fuck off, " He growls "I'm fuckin' busy here little brother." He leans back down before Michonne can step away taking her mouth again and she forgets about Daryl for a second until he swears at Merle again.

"You fuck off, in case you ain't forgot we got a bunch of fuckin' Walkers still out there you know" before he can go on Merle drops the knife and uses his left hand to grab the back of Daryl's neck pulling them nose to nose while his right arm still keeps hold of Michonne.

"I ain't forgot and neither has she little brother." He paused as he and Daryl look at each other and he realises something. He rests his forehead on Daryl's as he closes his eyes with a muttered "Fuck." Michonne realises what's happened a few seconds later when Daryl palms himself trying to adjust his own erection. He's aroused, either by the situation or watching the two of them, she wasn't sure but it was something they could work out. She is unsure what either of them would prefer however so she decides to go with the man she knows. She turns her back on Daryl but slides directly in between he and Merle. He gasps as her arse brushes against his erection but he doesn't step back. Michonne ignores him as she looks up at Merle. She raises her eyebrow at him asking a silent question. He looks at her before that feral grin slides across his face and he nods.

"We can't be long, Beth is waiting for us." She says this as she unhitches his prosthesis and lets it drop to the ground.

Merle looks down at her as she takes his prosthesis off. His Woman was doing this for him and his baby brother. He'd never loved her or wanted her more than right at his moment. Daryl might like to pretend he was a virgin with women but Merle knew he wasn't. And Merle knew for a fact he liked to watch. They'd shared women before but never at the same time. This was going to be something new. If his brother even found his balls to take part that is. Merle was betting he'd just jack off while watching them like he'd done before. But if anyone could convince him to join in it would be His Black Beauty. Who was opening his pants as he rumbled approval at her in his chest. She pressed open-mouthed kisses over the part of his chest not covered by a shirt. His left hand was at the buttons on her vest when Daryl jerked back suddenly his knife coming up to stab a Walker that had found them. It was a single one but enough to bring them all back to where they were. All three of them were disgusted with themselves for forgetting even for an instant where they were and what they were doing. Merle looks at the getaway vehicle. It's a four-wheel drive. The back seats have been taken out leaving a long flat floor.

"In the back, we'll be safe there." He heads back stopping only when he realises Michonne wasn't with them. She opens the bonnet of the car putting the distributer cap back on the motor before closing it and grabbing the clothes she had purloined along with the Governors knife. Then she jumps in the driver's seat.

"Get in, we need to be away from the blood." Merle jumps in with Daryl getting in beside him and throwing the pack of weapons he's collected over into the back.

A couple of miles away Michonne stops the vehicle. They're on a side road heading back to the main one where they left Beth. She turns the engine off enveloping the vehicle in silence. She rests her arms on the steering wheel and her head on her arms letting out a sigh. Before she realises what's happening Merle's left hand is yanking on her dreads bringing their mouths together in a bruising kiss. It's a kiss made up of relief, adrenalin and arousal. It has them at each other like animals. They could have died and now they wanted to celebrate the fact that they didn't.

She is raising herself in her seat flipping bonelessly over into the back of the four-wheel drive with Merle turning in his seat and following her. She yanks her boots off and is unbuttoning her vest as he attacks her belt and pants. She gives up on her vest half way done and leaving herself spilling out of it starts yanking on his clothes. They're licking biting and sucking what they can touch of each other in the process. They're slick with sweat despite the cool day. Michonne is vaguely aware Daryl is still in the front seat and that he hasn't said anything. She decides to let Merle handle it, if he ignores it then she will too. She knows Daryl heard them last night but he hadn't alluded to it today. She deliberately pushed any thought of him out of her mind as Merle leaned down and took her nipple in his mouth biting it harshly. She gasped as she finally got his pants off despite him still biting her. She tried to lean down to take him into her mouth but he was having none of it. He kissed her instead pulling her down on top of him as he manoeuvred her onto him allowing her to sink down. He leaned up his right arm pulling her shoulders down so he could kiss her. His left is grasping her arse, his fingers wringing a hiss out of her as he deliberately digs them in and drags them against her. She tears her mouth from his as she leans back and simply moans at the pleasure-pain he's causing her. No one has ever been able to give her both at once.

Before she can lean forward again her hair is taken in a bruising grip pulling her away from Merle. They both protest but before anything can happen a stinging slap is delivered to one of her breasts before she's pushed back toward Merle abruptly. She feels Merle flinch beneath her as she hears another slap and knows Daryl has slapped him somewhere too. She hears him cursing as he moves around behind her but she doesn't care what he's doing. She is focussed on what Merle is doing between her legs. She groans knowing she is going to come soon.

Merle's back raises off the floor of the car as Michonne digs her nails into his chest and scratches him. That combined with the fucking smack his brother had dealt him were bringing him on. Michonne was moving over him, he opened his eyes to look at her. Suddenly Daryl leans over and slaps her breast again this time catching her on her nipple.

She hisses and he feels her resulting pleasure as she squeezes him internally. "Again" He says to Daryl. He looks over at him as Daryl starts a steady rhythm of slapping her breasts. Daryl is still fully clothed but his pants are open. He's kneeling there pleasuring himself as he slaps Michonne's breasts. His eyes are hooded and he looks predatory. Merle hasn't seen him look like that in a long time. They catch each other's eyes, Merle raises as eyebrow as he looks at Michonne, he slaps her arse with his left hand causing her to jolt. Daryl glances at her backside and then looks back at Merle. He shakes his head and then leans back on the wall of the vehicle his right hand working his cock faster and faster. Michonne suddenly leans over toward him taking his left hand in her own, she brings it back to her breast pushing his fingers to her nipple and making him squeeze it. When he catches on she lets her own hand drop away and takes Merle's left hand bringing it to her other nipple. He gets the message immediately and squeezes the nipple harshly. She moans in pleasure as they both squeeze a nipple each. The fact that they're being squeezed by two separate men is even more arousing. She leans her own hands back on Merle's thighs arching her back into their hands as she moves on Merle. For the first time she hears Daryl breathing; harshly and unevenly.

She moves her left hand down behind her reaching for Merle's arsehole pushing against it insistently as she nears orgasm herself. Her right hand reaches out to Daryl simply resting on his thigh. She feels it tense under her hand but he doesn't move away and she makes no other move. Suddenly he groans and kneels up again; she feels his semen splatter over her chest and she laughs breathlessly as she hears Merle curse knowing Daryl has come over him too. She reaches forward with her left hand and swipes some of it onto her finger before she moves it back to Merles arse. Using his brother's come as lubrication she inches a finger inside him. His eyes look up at her burning. His look is animalistic in the extreme. His back arches from the floor his neck rolling back exposing his throat vulnerably. Suddenly Daryl leans in and bites him on the side of his neck and Michonne feels him orgasm inside her causing her own orgasm to sweep through her. She feels Merle fluttering around her finger as she pushes it further in hooking it up. She hits his prostate causing him to suddenly rear up bringing his head to her chest and holding on as she feels him come even more inside her. Daryl has moved behind her without her realising and she feels him take both of her breasts in his hands. He squeezes her nipples and then pulls them. Extending them as far as they can go, stretching them until she wants to move to relieve the pressure. But with Merle leaning on her she can't move and he knows it because he keeps pulling them away from her causing her to melt into another orgasm. She floods on Merle who groans as he feels her muscles milk around him. His arms move from around her waist and she realises he's hugging Daryl to her and holding them both when she feels Daryl's clothed form at her back.

Daryl relaxes his hold on her nipples letting them fall back to her chest as he moves away. His belt clinks as he fastens his pants. "One of these days Daryl Dixon you're going to find a female who will not only expect to see you naked, she'll want to. You'll be beautiful to her no matter how many scars you hide behind." She says this as she leans forward onto Merle resting her head on his shoulder.

Daryl snorts at her before moving back into the front seat to give them room to get dressed. He thinks she's wrong. Ain't no woman gonna wanna see or be with the body he's got. It's worse than his brothers by far. He ignores the fact that Michonne is not worried about Merle's scars. She doesn't even see them he realises. His heart twists in envy and he wonders if his brother realises how lucky he is. Before he can think further he's out of the car saying "Gotta piss." He walks off toward a tree leaving them relaxing in the back of the vehicle.