"I'm so excited," Beth said as she helped push another cot into Lucy's cell. "We can just sit and gossip about boys."

"What boys?" Michonne asked, suppressing a smirk.

"Um…well, we can gossip about our love lives from before all this."

"What love life did you have?" Maggie asked, walking into the room.

Beth frowned, a slight blush tinting her cheeks, and Maggie laughed.

Carol and Lucy walked in and plopped down on a cot. They had pushed more into the room, so they would all be more comfortable. There was now barely any floor space in the cell. Lucy dumped her bag out on the beds, and they began their girl's night.

Maggie was polishing Beth's toenails, while Carol read an old issue of Cosmo. Michonne was doing her own nails, and Lucy lay on her stomach, flipping through the pages of an issue of Glamour while they talked.

"Is what Merle said true?" Beth asked.

Lucy looked up at her, an eyebrow raised.

"About you being a stripper…before all of this."

Lucy rolled her eyes and sighed, "Not the best job I ever had, but it paid well." She turned the page, "It's actually how I met him."

"Oh."

"A bouncer?" Carol asked.

Lucy shook her head, "Client."

Carol stared, an eyebrow raised.

"Don't look at me like that, I only ever gave him one lap dance, and I didn't even finish it. I told him I don't date clients, so he quit coming to me. Somehow we ended up together for about six years, then this happened and we were separated for this past year."

"Somehow I just don't see that man in a monogamous relationship," Michonne commented.

Lucy sighed, "There were occasions when he had one-night stands."

"But you stayed with him?" Maggie asked.

Lucy shrugged, "It was off and on. Usually after a…um…particularly awful fight. Daryl would usually talk me into it, but I'd come back weeks later, only to resume the same pattern."

"What's he like?" Beth asked.

Lucy tilted her head to the side, not sure where the young girl was going with her questions.

"You know, in bed…"

"Beth!" Maggie shouted.

"What? I'm curious."

Lucy laughed, a smile spreading across her lips. "It varies, sometimes he's…" she shook her head, looking for the right word, "perfect, and other times…well, he can be a little…aggressive."

Carol raised an eyebrow at her again.

"Don't look at me like that," Lucy said again.

"Perfect?"

"You know what I mean." She sighed, "Attentive…I guess." She shook her head again. "What about you?" she asked, turning the tables on Carol, "How are things with Daryl?"

"Um…" she swallowed. "We haven't…"

"What?" Lucy and Maggie shouted at the same time.

Carol shrugged, "After everything that happened with Sophia, I just didn't want anyone around me. Since then, we just…we haven't really had a lot of time alone. Between me helping with the baby, and everything that had been going on with The Governor."

"Please, I do not want to hear about that man ever again," Michonne said.

"Same here," Lucy agreed.

Carol smiled, "Anyways, we just…we haven't." She paused, thinking. "I've hinted at it, made little remarks and innuendos, and he just…" she shook her head. Wanting the attention off of her again, she said, "You want to tell us about that ring that mysteriously showed up on your finger."

Lucy nervously looked down at her hand; she ran her finger over the band. She shook her head, "It's nothing…it just…it never fit before." She turned her hand over to show the little strip of cloth that was wrapped around it.

"Wait a minute! Don't tell me Merle got married, I just can't see that man ever—"Michonne was cut off by Lucy laughing.

"No, no. He's never…" She shook her head, "We've never even talked about it. It's not even a possibility anyways."

They all fell asleep on the beds with candy wrappers, bottles of nail polish, and magazines scattered among them. In the morning they were woken up by the sound of Merle, "Holy shit!"

Lucy sat up, looking around, "What?" she asked, still in a sleepy haze.

"You still sleep with your eyes open."

She sat there rubbing her eyes while the other girls woke up too.

"It's so creepy."

"It's not like I can control it," she got off the bed and walked over to him.

"It's so creepy though," he said, stepping back away from her.

She scoffed and shook her head, "Merle Dixon, you are unbelievable."

He just grinned, smugly.

She rolled her eyes, "Where's our breakfast."

"I don't cook," he frowned.

She reached up and patted his cheek, "Of course you don't."

Michonne smiled as she walked past him, and he just frowned.

"Did you enjoy your girl's night?"

Lucy nodded.

Lucy stood in front of the mirror that night, staring at her body. She had just showered, and had yet to get dressed. The burns on her arms and legs were still there, red and blistered, and there were patches of new, pink skin, outlined by faint scars on her body as well. There was a knock on the door, "You've been in there awhile, is everything okay?" came Merle's muffled voice through the door.

"I'm fine."

He opened the door and walked in, she didn't make an attempt to cover herself, what would have been the point? He walked up behind her. She looked at his face in the mirror, she looked so sad. "Are you sure you're okay?"

He reached up and placed his hand on her shoulder; she trembled under his touch, and closed her eyes. She nodded.

He pulled her hair back and swept it over the other shoulder to expose the back of her neck. He kissed her neck, "Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?" he whispered against her skin.

She shook her head.

He kissed her again, his arm slid around her waist, his hand against her stomach. She relaxed, falling against him, melting in his arms as he kissed down her neck and over her shoulder. Her hand covered his.

"Let me show you."

She turned around to face him, there was a faint smile on his lips as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

Author's Note: I feel like this entire chapter is pointless and unnecessary, but who cares. It has more Merle/Lucy sexy time, which you can all think Shutxthexfrontxdoor for, because if she had of never brought up Messy Merle Kisses, I never would've thought it up.