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Merle sat in the, back against the concrete wall. He sat there in the darkness, disassembling his gun, then reassembling it again. He knew what he said was Andrea was crap. He didn't mean a word of it. The way she had touched his face after he said all those horrible thing to her. She knew what he was doing. Even Carol and Daryl knew what he was doing.
He buried his head in his hands. The men and Michonne were packing up what they thought they would need to go to Woodbury. He knew when they decided that they were gonna go to Woodbury, there was a good chance some of em werent gonna come back. He chuckled at the way Carol had stood up to him in the common room. Sh could see right through him. hell, she had been through the same shit with Daryl. Dixons were always testin people and shit. He kept flashing back to the fear he saw in Andreas eyes when he raised his hand to her. Hell, he knew he wasnt gonna hit her. She probably knew it too, but at that moment she thought it could be possible. He didnt know if he could ever forgive himself for that. He had a feeling she would, but he had promised himself he would never raise his hand to a woman. He knew Daryl meant it when he said he would kill him if he ever did.
Fuck. He called her fat, worthless. He kicked at the ground with the heel of his boot. Stupid asshole.
He was on his sixth round of gun cleaning when he heard footsteps coming towards him. They were even and steady, so he knew it was a person, not a walker. He figured it was Daryl come to chew his ass out. He deserved it though. He looked up when he saw faded brown shoes come into view instead of Daryl boots.
Herschel slid down the wall beside him. "Mind if I sit down son?"
Merle just shrugged.
He looked over at Merle who kept fiddling with his gun. "So, what do you call that? What was that show you just put on for everyone?"
"Fuck ya mean?"
Herschel laughed. "Oh son, I know damn well what that was. Back in my day we used to call it-well actually we didn't have a word for it. Just bullshit basically."
Merle looked at him, cocking the gun. Herschel laughed.
"Oh yeah son, you are a very scary man. Well not to me, not to many of the men around here, maybe just Glenn. But the women, they still fear ya. Got what you wanted, right?"
"Hell no. Didn't want her ta be afraid of me."
"Dont lie to me son. Now, I knew you weren't going to hit her, not really. But you wanted her to be afraid of you. You think that if she hates you before you leave, and you don't come back, it will be easier on her."
Merle sighed. "I suppose."
"Ok, let's say you don't come back. What then? What stories do you want her to tell your baby about its father? You want her to be bitter about the way you left things? Or do you want her to know that you loved her and the baby enough not to push them away?"
"Dammit doc, why ya gotta be right?"
"I'm old Merle. Old people are always right."
Merle chuckled. "Yeah, guess so." Getting up, he offered Herschel his hand and pulled the old man up, patting him on the back.
Merle looked at him with a mischievous glint in his eye. "So doc. When ya think Glenn and Maggie gonna tie the knot? Before or after the babies come?"
"Merle, I may be old, but I can still knock you on your loudmouth redneck ass. Dont forget that son." Herschel smiled.
Merle shook his hand. "Appreciate the advice doc. Gonna go find my woman."
He found her alright, just where he thought she would be, in their cell. He walked toward the open cell door when something poked him in the stomach. He looked down to see Sophia, her finger poking into his belly.
Shit, now she had her own guard dog.
"Hey missy, keepin an eye on Andrea for me?"
She stepped back and crossed her arms over her chest defiantly.
"Yes, I am. And I haven't decided if I'm going to let you in yet. I heard every word you said to her and my mom Uncle Merle. How could you say those things?"
Merle had the decency to hang his head and looked ashamed. "I'm sorry darlin. I didn't mean the things I said. Really I didn't"
She shook her head at him. She crooked her finger indicating she wanted him down to her level. He crouched down on one knee.
She leaned really close to him, whispering. "Do you know who you reminded me of down there? Ed."
She raised her voice so that she was yelling right in his face now. "I couldn't do anything about him, but iI'm bigger now. And if you ever treat Andrea or my cousin like that I'm gonna feed you to the walkers!"
Merle raised his eyebrows and grinned. "Ya know what darlin, I believe you would."
He took her hands in his. "I'm gonna promise you right here, right now that I wont ever say those things again. I wont treat Andrea or yer lil cousin the way Ed treated you and yer ma. I'll treat them like Daryl treats you. That be ok?"
She considered him for a second. "I suppose, but I'm gonna be watching you."
Merle chuckled as he kissed her nose. "I know, so"s yer ma. I'm ok with that. Speakin of yer ma, why don't ya go help her and theCarl pack fhe food bags. Let me talk ta my woman."
Sophia nodded then ran off, yelling for Carl. He chuckled and turned back towards Andrea who was trying to sit up, without much luck. He walked over, guiding her into a sitting position. He sat down in the empty space beside her. They both stared at the ground, no one talking for a couple minutes. Merle was about to break the ice when she suddenly turned and punched him in the arm. Hard.
"I am not fat you son of a bitch! You however are a stupid, selfish, mean, asshole redneck dick!"
Merle just stared at her in shock, rubbing his arm. "That's what yer mad at? Not that I raised my hand to ya, nothin else I said but that I said ya was fat?"
She looked at him chuckling. "I know why you said what said, did what you did. Trying to push me away in case I lost you. The same thing you told Daryl not to do to Carol at the camp. But you did scare me a bit Merle. And I wont have you acting like an ass in front of our child."
Merle leaned back against the pillow, motioning for her to lay against him.
She shook her head at him.
"Aww come on now. Dont make me beg darlin."
She looked at him, a fake put on his face. Hell, if Merle Dixon could make a pouty face, she figured he actually was sorry. She sighed and maneuvered herself to lay between his legs, her head on his chest. Her hands came up protectively around her belly.
Merle moved his bad hand lazily up and down her back, his good hand joining hers on top of her bump. He leaned down and laid his lips on top of her head. She could feel his breath through her hair. "I felt the baby move down there."
She chuckled. "Yeah, I know. I saw you go pale. Thought you were gonna have a stroke."
Merle snorted. "Naw. Just didn't think it was gonna be that strong. Didnt hurt ya did it?"
"No babe, didn't hurt a bit. Keeps me awake sometimes at night. But I like to feel our baby moving. Let's me know its ok."
"Ya know I didn't mean anythin I said down there right? I promise on Daryl's life I wont ever raise a hand to you or our baby. Believe me? Besides, now I got Sophia on my ass ta treat ya right. Daryls talkin about teachin her ta use his bow. He does that, my ass is gonna be lookin over my shoulder all the damn time. She's a spitfire, that one. Just like her Uncle."
She started to stand up, walking toward the cell door. "Yeah, Carls going to have his hands full with that one."
Merle was staring at the sway of her hips. He was getting hard just looking at he walking. She was fuller, but he liked it. She was skinny with a bit of muscle before, but now, her tits were more than a handful, her ass was filling out her jeans much better. He was so busy lookin at her it barely registered what she said.
"Hold up, what the fuck ya mean, Carls gonna have his hands full?"
She closed the blanket to their cell, effectively shutting the rest of the prison out. She turned towards him, slowly shedding her clothes. Merle was mumbling about having Daryl put an arrow in Carls ass. She stood in the middle of the room and motioned for him to stand up and join her. He shot of the bed like a rocket, gripping her naked hips, pulling her toward the bulge in his pants. She reached up, grabbing the back of his neck, pulling him into a kiss. Her tongue darted into his mouth tangling with his own. He growled when she pulled away from him.
"Oh, don't worry big boy, Im gonna give you a send off to remember." She reached the bed and got down on it on all fours. Merles stared at her perfect ass, up in the air, relishing the sight of her glistening pussy waiting for him. In five seconds flat he had shed his clothes and walked up behind her. He took his cock in his hand stroking it a couple of times. He didn't want to hurt the baby, Herschel said he wouldn't. But damn he just wanted to grip her hips and pound into her until she screamed hs name as she came.
He must have hesitated too long because he groaned as he saw her snake her hand between her legs, pushing two fingers inside of herself. Merle just stared, his hand working on his cock as she rocked back and forth on the bed, moaning at the feeling of her own fingers inside of her.
He growled as his resolve broke. "Fuck woman, yer gonna be the goddman death of me."
He leaned down and grabbed her hand, putting the fingers in his mouth, savoring the taste of her. "No sense wastin the good shit."
He pushed into her slowly, then pulled back til he was almost out. "I'm gonna be gentle."
Andrea pushed back onto his cock impaling herself with him, moaning. "Dont you fucking dare."
He chuckled. That was one of the things he loved about Andrea. She knew what she wanted and she wasnt' gonna have anythin less. He pulled back out and pushed in as hard as he dared. She threw her head back moaning at the feeling of him filing her so completely.
Rick, Daryl, Carl and T-Dog looked up from the table where they were packing up the ammo.
Rick smirked. "Damn Daryl. Your brother must have a real way with words when he's in private."
Daryl smirked and shook his head. "Hell no."
Carl looked at his dad with a serious look on his face. "Actually dad, I don't think it's his words, I think it's his dick."
Daryl gaped at the kid before breaking down laughing with T-Dog.
Rick took a deep breath as Carl ran off. "Real fucking funny Daryl. Let me remind you that boy is spending all of his free time with your daughter?"
Daryl stopped laughing, picked up his bow and raced after Carl. "Dammit kid, come ere a minute."
Still laughing T-Dog just shook his head at Rick. "Not cool man, not cool."
