Hello all! Sorry this one took so long, with Christmas and everything I was sooo busy! This one is a little short, I hope you all still enjoy it! Thanks again to all of you!

Own nothing Walking Dead related.

It had been hours since Merle and Daryl had left to have their little "brotherly chat". Hannah was sitting in the same place she'd been placed in after they left. She had refused to go lie back down her cell in the other block, so Herschel (the old man's name, she'd learned) had propped her up against the wall, surrounded by as many scratchy prison blankets as he could find. She watched as the other survivors went about their business, thinking about all that had happened since Merle had gone with Daryl.

She'd learned who everybody was, for starters. The old man who doctored her up was called Herschel. She liked him, he reminded her of a wise grandpa. The grey haired lady was Carol, and the baby she carried around was Judith. Carol seemed like a very good mothering type, and Judith was as cute as they come. The young boy was Carl, and the two prisoners Axel and Oscar. They all seemed nice enough. Glenn and Maggie she already knew, and last but not least was the leader man, whose name was Rick. The thought of him made her narrow her eyes. She didn't like him. His face was too grim, and there was a hint of something akin to madness in his eyes. If her and Merle were to stay here, she'd have to keep a close eye on him.

After they'd settled her in and she'd learned their names, there had come the barrage of questions. Who was she? How'd she end up with Merle? Where had they come from? After making it very clear she couldn't tell them out loud, the boy Carl had magically managed to produce a pencil and some paper. And so, with a slightly reluctant air, she'd told them through writing. She told them about finding Merle on the highway, and about living at Woodbury. She told them about Andrea, and how they'd set out to start looking at the farm. She told them about getting kidnapped, getting rescued, and running into Maggie and Glenn. She even told them news she knew they didn't want to hear, that their Beth had been kidnapped too, and died in the escape attempt. The only thing she didn't tell them was about what was going on between her and Merle. She figured they had an idea from that kiss in the other block, but she wasn't about to clarify or elaborate on it.

They'd all left her alone after her story. She assumed it was the need to grieve over their fallen companion, and she respected that. She was content to sit swaddled in her little cocoon and be alone with her own thoughts. Of course, these thoughts centered on Merle. She hoped he was okay with Daryl. It was obvious that Merle and Daryl had a very strained relationship, from things mostly Merle had done. Hannah didn't like to think of Merle hurting his brother, but it was quite clear that he had done so in the past. Now that he was changing and wanting to make amends, Daryl didn't believe him. Hannah wished that she could communicate with him, tell him that Merle was different now. That he could care, and protect and support, maybe even love. But she highly doubted Daryl would even want to look at her. He hated her for her relationship with Merle, and that wasn't something that was overcome easily.

Finally, as the sun was sinking below the horizon, Hannah heard loud footsteps coming into the cell block. She looked up to find Daryl storming through the door, and headed straight towards her. She furrowed her brow. Where was Merle?

Daryl stopped in front of her, crossing his arms and staring into her face. She couldn't quite read the look there. It was part hate, part confusion, and even a little bit of what seemed like resignation. Hannah stared back, not wanting to show him she was nervous. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Carol had taken a step towards them, her face anxious.

"Merle and ya will be spending the night in the other block," Daryl finally said gruffly. "Best get over there." He made no move to help her up.

Hannah sighed. So Merle had survived the talk. What had gone down she knew she'd have to find out from Merle. She braced her hands against the wall, preparing to stand up.

"Oh for pete's sake Daryl, she can't walk there on her own," Carol sighed, appearing at his elbow. She gently pushed him aside and bent over to help Hannah off the ground. "Up you come, sweetie. Careful with your side now."

Hannah groaned as she stood upright, her abdomen throbbing painfully. She clutched onto Carol for support, grateful for the gray haired woman's kindness. Carol settled her arm gently around her waist, the two of the together slowly moving forward. Hannah did not miss the look of disappointment Carol shot to Daryl, nor did she miss the shame in his eyes that it caused. Interesting, she thought. But there was no time to muse on it, as even with Carol's help she had to focus really hard on walking.

After what seemed like a lifetime, they managed to make it to the door of the other cellblock. Merle was at it in a heartbeat, taking her gently from Carol's grasp. She sighed, instantly melting into his warm embrace. She barely heard the door shut, or the key grating in the lock, or Carol's soft retreating footsteps. She was too busy being comforted by Merle's closeness. She hadn't realized just how much it ached to be away from until now.

He picked her up as if she was a ragdoll, being careful not to bump her wound site. He carried her into the largest cell, where he'd taken the two bunk mattresses and laid them on the floor together. Carefully, he lowered her down onto the makeshift bed, making sure she was comfortably placed before settling down beside her, pulling a few of the itchy gray blankets up over them. Hannah instantly felt herself being once again cocooned in his arms, her face pressed into his chest. She let out a happy sigh, which made Merle chuckle.

"Glad to be back with ol' Merle, eh?" he grinned, his remaining hand rubbing her back soothingly. She nodded into his chest, making him let out another bark of laughter. "Rough day with the crew?"

Hannah lifted her face up to look at him, not missing the glimmer of worry behind his smiling face. She shrugged her shoulders, trying to reassure him that her day had been okay. Despite being injured and all of course. She quirked an eyebrow up at him, asking her own question about his day.

Merle's face instantly clouded over. "Ah, so ya wanna know how my brotherly chat went," he sighed. "Well darlin', lets just say we made have made a start to the mendin' of our relationship, but its gonna take a long, long while." He looked down at her, and the clouds lifted somewhat. "But no talk of that tonight, alright? Ya need some good rest."

Hannah nodded, suddenly finding that their close proximity made her not want to rest. It made her want to do something else entirely. Before Merle could try to coax her off into sleep, she leaned herself forward and planted her lips against his.

Good grief, had it really been hours since she'd done this? Had it really been since this morning that she'd felt his lips against hers? As Merle's mouth opened underneath hers, she couldn't believe she had been made to wait this long. If she had her way, she'd be kissing him every single damn hour of every single damn day.

Especially if he was gonna kiss her like this. Hot and opened mouthed, a swirling mess of tongues and teeth fueled by pure, hard lust. It made her whole body tremble, and she couldn't help but let a small, soft moan slip past her lips. It did not go unnoticed by Merle, who let out a pleasured grunt of his own, and kissed her even harder.

She could tell he was trying to be careful with her, trying to keep all his passion up near his mouth and away from the rest of his body. She knew it was because he was afraid of hurting her, of re opening her wound. Damn that wound. If it wasn't there….well she knew what she would be doing (oh who, rather, she snickered to herself). But sex with Merle would have to wait. As much as she wanted it (and oh, did she ever want it), she really did not want any trouble. But as Merle's lower body suddenly brushed against hers, she got a wicked idea. Well, her body might be broken, but her hands sure weren't. And it was obvious Merle needed some good old TLC….

The look of surprise on Merle's face almost made her snort out loud. It turned quickly into one of pleasure and lust as Hannah built up a consistent rhythm. It took all of her willpower not to just stop, rip off both their pants, and climb on top of him. But she restrained, content with the fact that she was able to give Merle, her protecter and hero and, well, boyfriend, she guessed, a good feeling in a world so empty of them. She simply settled her mind on her task, listening happily to his grunts and curses and sighs of her name.

"Shit girl," he panted, when she'd finally removed her hand and they'd cleaned up a bit. "Them hands may be small, but damn if you don't know how to use them."

Hannah giggled, settling herself comfortably back into his side. She felt him turn his head towards her, pressing his lips gently against her temple.

"Just you wait till that wound heals up," he whispered softly, his hot breath fanning her face. "Then you and I are gonna have some real fun."

Hannah fell asleep with a grin on her face.

That wound couldn't heal fast enough.

Good grief. Me trying to write anything related to smut turns out weird lol.