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Merle barely slept that night. He had waited for Sam to return from the shower and when she never showed he went looking for her. Looking in her cell he hadn't seen her so he searched outside in the courtyard. Not finding her Merle's heart raced and he was seconds from screaming her name when he passed her cell again. Sam lay on her bunk, back to the door and blanket almost covering her head. Merle stared at her for what seemed like hours, listening to her breathing. He wasn't sure if she was sleeping or if she was just have a meltdown but he didn't want to disturb her. She had obviously slept in her cell on purpose and part of it had to be to avoid him.
'Fuck. Ya didn't think she actually need ya did ya?' his inner demons scoffed.
Lying in bed he stared at the wall that divided their cells as if he would miraculously be able to see through walls. Sleep evaded him yet again but unlike the night before when he couldn't stop thinking about how nice Sam's body felt next him, he spent it aching for her.
In the morning Sam entered the common room to get breakfast. She didn't see Merle, which allowed her to release a relieved breath. Carol gave her an odd look and asked if she was feeling ok.
"Yeah just didn't sleep well," she said before grabbing a bowl of grits and canned fruit. Sitting down she ate quickly hoping she could find a place to hide out and scrounge up some supplies. The more she thought about it the more she realized she needed to make a run for it. Find a car and drive until she left the state. Maybe even head to the Midwest. Anywhere far away from the Governor and if she was honest, far away from Merle. The longer she lay in bed the stronger the ache was to go lay with him. It hurt to be so close but feel so far away. She needed distance.
A body appearing in front of Sam made her head lift. Merle watched her with narrowed eyes but didn't say anything. Sam swallowed her grits and spooned another mouthful in. She didn't trust herself to speak, being scared she'd cry or scream.
'You are not a baby,' she thought sternly.
"Ya sleep ok?" Merle asked his tone suspicious.
Sam swallowed with difficulty and shrugged, "Guess so."
Merle sat eating, his intense blue eyes making her squirm. Chewing her last bite she started to rise from her seat but Merle grabbed her wrist.
"Ya gotta come with me for somethin'. Rick wants us to double check the tombs." He said finishing his bowl with a large mouthful. Sam felt her blood chill. Grinding her teeth she nodded. "I'll get my things," she said stiffly before leaving the common room quickly. Taking shaky breathes as she walked to her cell. Once there, Sam attached her machete and after a quick glance over her shoulder, hid her handgun and spare knife under her shirt. Sam met Merle at the gate that led to the darkened tunnels and nodded when he asked if she was ready.
Her heart was racing as they moved inside the cavernous bowels of the prison. Every sound echoed and set her teeth on edge. Not only was she looking for creeping walkers but keeping an eye on the man next to her. Someone she would've trusted her life with the day before but now?
Now she felt like the hairs on her neck were standing on end. An irritating prickle of fear ran down her spine.
Groaning ahead of them informed them of more undead. Two walkers reached out from locked cells, they gnashing teeth scrapping against the iron bars. Merle and Sam each took one, working side by side. Sam stabbed hers through the right eye socket, the blade catching on the bone. After yanking it out she turned to see Merle leaning against the wall behind her. His arms were crossed while he watched her intensely.
Sam swallowed thickly and asked, "Is this where you tell me they're turning me over to him?"
Merle narrowed his eyes and sneered, "Tha' what ya think o' me? I'm some kinda monster?"
Sam looked away, chewed her cheek and shrugged a shoulder. "I'm just a stranger. Wouldn't blame you."
"So ya think I just what? Saved your ass, got myself on gov's shit list and then I'd turn ya back over!?" he growled at her angrily.
Sam flailed her arms and shouted, "I don't know what to think! I hear y'all talking about a truce if he gets us. You didn't seem against it, didn't say no just asked when he wanted us."
Merle scoffed, "So ya didn't listen to the whole conversation? Just assumed I'd let 'em take ya?"
"Well fuck Merle, I don't know! I don't know these people, I barely know you. How am I to know if they'd just make you do it or do it behind your back." She ranted while pacing in the dark hallway.
He growled stalking forward and bending down, grabbing her chin, "Well I ain't no pussy who let's people do shit I don' want. They ain't takin' ya. Got it girl? They won't be puttin' hands on ya!"
Sam clenched her teeth angrily and watched him scowling down at her. Merle shook his head and dropped his hand away. "Don' fuckin believe me do ya?"
"I just… " she trailed off, "I have a hard time trusting people. I've been fucked over too many times."
"Well I ain't fuckin ya over, got it?" Merle growled before pulling out a pack of smokes and offering her one.
After lighting up he said, "Grimes knows it's a bullshit offer, he was tellin' me 'bout it to see what I thought. If we should try to hit him at the swap time. Ya shoulda eavesdropped longer Sugar."
Sam took a deep drag, letting the nicotine rush into her blood stream. She felt like such an ass. She had jumped to conclusions and doubted Merle's loyalty to her even after he'd shown her many times he could be trusted to keep her safe.
She looked up and saw Merle looking at her, his expression a mixture of anger and hurt. Walking toward him she laid her forehead against his chest. "I'm sorry I assumed the worst. I have some… bad experiences with trusting people who i thought were trustworthy. I'm sorry I doubted you." Sam looked up at him, her eyes watery but not enough to spill over.
Merle took another drag before saying, "Hell I'd doubt me. Ain't a good guy Sugar. Never have been and prob'ly never will be but for right now… I'm tryin' to be I guess." He said while stomping on his spent butt. "But ya don' gotta worry 'bout me lettin' shit happen to ya. Got it girl?"
Sam nodded again stepped back from him.
"Come on le's go we got a couple more hallways." Merle said jutting his chin toward the darkened tunnel.
They moved further into the hallways, darkness surrounding them. Merle had his flashlight up scanning the upcoming space. The beam of light bounced off a rotting corpse, its pale skin droopy unpleasantly. He watched as Sam took care of the corpse easily.
"Ugh," Sam grunted jabbing her knife into its skull. A sickening crack echoed around them. Yanking it out she used it's shirt to clean her blade. Finally they reached the end of the tangled pathways. The last door was a small break room for the guards. The vending machine was still closed so they went in to empty it. Sam held the flashlight while Merle jammed his knife into the lock, twisting the metal and popping the front off the machine. The door swung outward and the pair saw a large amount of snacks were still stocked.
"Haven't had a twinkie in over ten years," Sam said looking at the spongy yellow cakes. Merle chuckled grabbing two of them and flopping down on the sofa. "Come on then. We get a break for doin' the hard work."
Sam laughed, siting down with him she took the offered sweet treat. Taking her flashlight she stuffed it in between the couch cushions, the light hitting the white ceiling and illuminating the room. Opening the packages they both moaned when biting into the sugary snack. They were slightly stale but still delicious.
"Fuck," Merle grunted, "Don' 'member 'em bein' this good."
Sam laughed and shoved the rest of one in her mouth. Around a mouthful of cake and cream she mumbled, "Fuckin' yummy."
Merle chuckled and looked at her licking her fingers. His dirty mind couldn't help but think of her wet pink mouth licking other things. He was brought out of his perverted daydreams when Sam asked, "What if he would leave 'em alone? I'm just some stranger? Michonne too. Why risk all them for me?"
When he didn't answer Sam looked over at him. Merle knew his eyes were softer than normal, that the calculating tension he usually had was gone. He brought his hand up and cupped her face, his thumb brushing against her cheek.
'Just fuckin tell her. She ain't gonna trust ya til ya say it,' he thought to himself.
Merle just looked at her for a long moment before saying, "I want ya here cuz I care 'bout ya. No one is layin' anotha finger on ya ok? Ya ain't no stranger to me."
Sam swallowed hard and turned her head into his palm, her lips brushing against the heel of his hand. Closing her eyes she sucked in a deep breath through her nose and let it out slowly before opening her eyes again. Merle was watching her closely, his blue eyes burning into hers.
"C'mere," Merle rasped sliding his hand along her jaw to the back of neck, pulling her towards him. Hesitating a moment before letting him pull her forward, Sam ended up straddling his lap. Groaning when she lowered her hips, Merle couldn't help but thrust up against her. Sam dropped her head on his shoulder, moaning into the warm flannel wrapped around his broad shoulders. Merle's right arm wrapped around Sam's back as he unclasped the knife on his sleeve, setting it aside.
Merle's lips brushed against her jaw and neck as he rolled his hips against hers. She felt amazing. More than amazing. She felt perfect. So perfect.
Sam rubbed against him, her whole body bowing and arcing against him. Merle's hand slid up to touch Sam's face, his rough fingertips dragging across her cheek until he cupped the back of her head. Weaving his fingers into her hair, Merle pulled her mouth to his.
Moaning at the heat of her lips, Merle slid his tongue into her sweet mouth. Kissing in a way he'd never had before. It was deep and aggressive but still affectionate. It wasn't rushed. They weren't in a bar bathroom or the cab of a pick up truck. Even the women he fucked in Woodbury were fast drunken rolls, usually from behind to keep him from having to look at their faces. He didn't need to see them. He fucked to get off plain and simple.
This kissing though, the closeness and hotness of it thrilled him. He'd never been so hard. So needy. His hand tightened on the back of her neck, his fingers gripping her without hurting her.
Sam's hands were fisting the fabric on his shoulders. Letting them drift over his shoulders to his neck where she held him, her thumbs brushing along his scruffy jaw. The blunt nails of her fingertips scratching the base of his skull.
Groaning, Merle said roughly, "You're stayin' with me girl. I'm gonna keep ya safe. Ok?"
Sam placed her forehead against his as her panting breaths ghosted over his lips. Nodding she pulled back her nose grazed his and she bit her lip. "I trust you." She said quietly her lips barely touching his.
Merle squeezed his eyes shut at her words, his dick growing harder under her. Sam felt him swell and rubbed against him in response. Merle growled and thrust up. "Gotta stop or I'm gonna have blue balls all day, Sugar."
Sam chuckled and slid off his lap. Merle felt the loss instantly. His chest was cold and his lap empty. Looking up at her he felt disappointed until he saw her pulling her shirt off. Raising an eyebrow at her antics he asked, "Whatcha doin' girl?"
"What's it look like old man." She responded with a smirk.
Merle's eyes widened while Sam removed weapons, kicked her boots off and pushed her jeans down. Standing in only a bra and underwear she raised an eyebrow. "Well am I doing this alone?" She asked while cupping herself.
Merle growled at the sight and stood up. He went to unbuckle his pants but she stopped him. Confused at to her sudden change of heart he almost asked what was wrong but she stopped him with her lips. Merle felt her unclasping the leather straps that held his arm attachment on. He tried to pull away still not comfortable without the metal on his skin.
"Nah girl." He muttered as he kissed her jaw.
She shook her head. "I wanna see and feel all of you."
Merle watched her slide the contraption off leaving the end of his arm naked without its metal armor. She pulled off the sock he used to pad the limb from the hard metal interior and stroked the blunt ended forearm. Watching her trace the chords of muscle and explore the scar tissue was surprising and made him feel raw. She had tended to it before, cleaned it but no one had explored him like this. He never would have wanted it until Sam.
"Girl" he whispered gruffly.
"Yeah Merle?" She asked quietly her fingers sliding up his arms to his chest where she began unbuttoning his flannel. He couldn't answer her now that he was distracted by the soothing touch of her fingertips.
Once stripped to his boxers they stroked each other. His left hand cupping her ass, kneading it in his strong palm as his other arm pinned her close to him. She scraped her nails down his sides making him hiss and thrust toward her. Not being able to take it any longer Merle moved his large palm between her legs, holding and squeezing her damp panties. Groaning at the amount of moisture,"Fuckin hell girl. That all for me?"
Nodding against his chest Sam nipped his jaw and tongued his neck. Merle hooked his fingers into the front of the wet fabric and yanked them down.
"Gonna fuck ya Sugar." He rasped his accent thick and rough. "Gotta tell me no."
Sam chuckled and said, "Why would I say something stupid like that?"
She unclasped her bra letting it fall to the ground. Merle dropped to his knees and shoved his face into her chest, sucking and licking the sensitive flesh. Normally he would give a woman love bites all her breasts but Merle couldn't bring himself to use any teeth on her. The reminder of why lay near the center of her chest. He kissed the center of the scar near her nipple, the puckered marks from the Governor's teeth. He kissed it as if trying to replace the memories of how it was made. He wanted to tell her how sorry he was he didn't prevent it, that he should of have come in earlier. Merle wanted to assure her she was still beautiful, scars and all but she placed her fingers on his lips. "Don't."
Looking up he could see she knew what he was thinking. Sam knew him, knew what he wanted to say without having to say it.
Nodding into her chest, Merle kissed the center and stood up. He pulled Sam back to the small sofa in the corner and sat down. Sam climbed into his lap, her legs spread over him. His hand cupped her, the wet flesh trembling under his rough fingers. Groaning loudly Merle let his head fall heavily against the wall with a dull thump. "Goddamn girl." He moaned. "So fuckin' wet."
Merle heard Sam's breathing hitch as he touched her. She was rolling hips against his fingers, pressing into his deft digits. He stroked and flicked her until she was writhing on his hand. Merle slid two fingers into her tight walls and rubbed her clit with his thumb. Her hips rolled erratically against him.
"Oh fuck baby," she moaned as her body froze, her muscles spasming around his fingers. Moisture flooded his palm and he couldn't stop the roaring growl that clawed its way out of his chest.
"Jesus girl. Gotta fuck ya now Sugar." He grabbed his jeans, pulling out a condom. Sam raised a questioning eyebrow.
"What? I like to be prepared for all kinds of things." Merle smirked while tearing one open with his teeth. Laughing, Sam rose slightly, pulling his boxer down while he lifted his hips. Gripping him in her hand caused him to hiss through clenched teeth. "Fuck Sugar. Ain't gonna last if ya keep that up."
He rolled the condom on and pulled her hand away. Merle watched her intently as she sank into his lap. Their eyes widening at the same time, sharp intakes of air as their heat rubbed together. 'Fuckin so tight,' he moaned inwardly.
"Oh fuck," she gasped while sliding down, taking him deep inside her until she was flush against his thighs. Merle's jaw was clamped shut, his hand grabbing her hip and his right forearm pressing down on her thigh holding her still.
"Don't move." He growled his eyes clenched shut and head thrown back. The heat and tightness was enough to send him off the precarious edge he found himself on.
'Fuck she's so hot,' he thought. 'Don' cum like some teenager Dixon.'
Sam leaned in kissing him gently on the lips, her tongue sweeping across his lips. They kissed slowly, calming each other's frenzied bodies. He felt his body calm down some and began moving. Slowly thrusting upwards, Merle released his bruising grip to allow her to move.
They rolled against each other, Sam rising after his thrusts. Their bodies were in unison. Stroking, rubbing, massaging. Sam's gasps echoed in the tiny room. Merle grunted at the tight walls spasming around him.
"Fuckin' shit. Girl. " He groaned his hips jutting up into her, his hand stroking up her stomach to her breasts. Kneading her breast and rolling her nipple with his hand while his right forearm stroked up her side.
Sam moaned at his unhinged state. "Call me Sam. "
"Ya need that Sam huh? Need me to call ya name." Merle groaned as she slammed down against his lap. Sam moaned loudly as he hit a spot deep inside her.
"Yes. Please." She gasped her hips rotating quickly as the muscles inside her clenched.
"Fuck Sam. Ya feel so good." He moaned wrapping his arms around her and rolled them over to place her on her back. Merle spread her legs and kneeled between them. His arm braced on the back of the couch as his hand pulled her leg high on his hip. Spreading her wide open, Merle thrust in fast and deep as he felt her tighten around his hard cock.
"That's it cum for me, Sam." His voice hoarse, "That's it Sugar."
Sam arched off the couch, her mouth open in a silent moan. Muscle spasms, flexing, tightening. Squeezing Merle's dick as heat flared through her taut body. Merle groaned at the feeling of heat and wetness. Slamming into Sam three more times he came hard and deep inside her tight heat.
"Motheroffuck." He growled through ground teeth, his hand gripping her thigh.
"Christ. Sam." Merle moaned as he slowed to a gentle rocking, his hips rolling against hers as he pulsed and throbbed. She moaned at the action and pulled him forward, his forehead against the center of her chest. With his back bowed over her, Merle laid wet kisses against her sweaty skin.
"Fuckin' hell girl." He muttered his face turning up to see her. Sam smirked and brushed her hand across his forehead, wiping the sweat collected there away.
"Yeah." She chuckled and laid her head back with a heavy thump. They lay there for a few minutes before Merle pulled back, removing the condom and tossing it in the garbage can.
He pulled on his clothes while looking at Sam still strewn naked on the sofa.
"Get dressed girl. Gotta get back before someone comes lookin'." He said buttoning his shirt with one hand as he'd come accustom to.
Sam stood on wobbly legs and pulled her clothes back on. After putting his metal sleeve back on Merle stuffed all the snacks into a garbage bag and carried it over his shoulder. "Ready Sugar?" he drawled seeing her tuck the last of her weapons away. Sam smiled and walked toward him, standing on her toes. "Yep," she said while kissing him lightly on the lips. Merle smirked and pulled her into his tall frame, her head resting below his chin.
Sam followed Merle closely as they made ther way back to the main cellblock. She smirked while watching his broad back ahead of her, a sack of food over his shoulder like Santa Claus.
'Fuckin hell, never came so hard in my life,' she thought. Sam tried to think of the last time she had sex and if it had been as good. It was with her last boyfriend, Paul. From what she recalled it was ok but she knew it was nothing like sex with Merle. Her body had felt like it was on fire.
Merle stopped at the gate and unlocked the heavy iron bars. Holding it open she passed him noticing his satisfied smirk. Smacking him on the stomach she whispered, "Come on now everyone gonna know if you wear a huge smirk all day."
"Fuck girl I can't help it. Ya felt to damn good," he rasped while kissing her temple. Sam snorted and walked into the common room. Carol was making lunch when they walked in and Sam knew she knew instantly. Her lips curved up and her eyes twinkled. Sam felt a blush crawl up her neck to her cheeks. Ducking her head slightly she cleared her throat.
"I think I'll see if the fences need clearing," She said and looked up at Merle, "See you later old man."
Merle grunted and handed the bag of food over to Carol. "Be careful, Sugar."
Sam nodded and headed outside while Merle went to look for Daryl. Sam walked outside and saw Maggie stabbing walkers through the fence. She hadn't spoken much to Maggie but she seemed nice enough.
"Hey, want some help?" Sam asked while carrying a crowbar.
Maggie glanced over and said, "Sure."
They worked together and stabbed walkers through fence and stacked pallets. Once the main area was done they moved further down the line. Working quietly Sam let her mind wander. Of course if went straight to Merle and his dick. 'Jesus get ahold of yourself,' she thought while feeling her cheeks burn.
"What're ya smilin' about?" Maggie asked, a raised eyebrow.
Sam shook her head, realizing she'd been smirking, "Nothin'."
Maggie chuckled and said, "Come on, tell me. I don't get to gossip anymore." Sam laughed and shook her head. "It's nothing really."
Maggie narrowed her eyes and bit her lip hiding a smile. "Well just let me know if ya need anythin'… like protection." Sam looked at her with wide eyes. "Oh my god shuddup."
Maggie giggled and stabbed a walker through the eye. "Just sayin'."
Sam cleared her throat and nodded, "I'll keep that in mind."
They worked quietly for a while before Maggie asked, "So what did you do before all this?"
Sam felt nervous. She didn't want others to know about her sketchy past. They might feel different if they knew her criminal past. "Not much. I… hopped from job to job. Nothin' worthwhile." She replied vaguely.
Maggie asked, "Were you from Georgia?"
Sam stabbed a corpse, her crowbar getting stuck on it's eye socket. Pulling hard the bar came back through the fence, the eyes still stuck to the tip. Sam wrinkled her nose and gagged slightly.
"Oh god that's gross." Maggie muttered. Sam looked at it for a long moment trying to decide what exactly to do with it. "Jesus how is this a normal occurrence." She muttered before shoving it through the fence and scrapping the gooey ball off on the fence.
Shaking her head she said, "I grew up all over the east coast, my mom hopped from guy to guy. Ended up in Georgia when I left. I moved around a lot but settled in Atlanta."
"Did you have a boyfriend?" Maggie asked but then added, "Sorry I'm being nosey."
Sam laughed and shook her head, "No worries. I didn't have one. It'd been a long time and none of them were that great."
"What about you?" Sam asked as they walked back toward the cellblock door. Maggie smiled, "I worked the family farm. Born and raised in Georgia. No boyfriend. Kinda funny the world going to hell helped me find happiness with someone."
"Oh so you met Glenn after?" Sam asked while walking into the common room.
"Yeah his group, Rick and everyone, came to our farm after Carl was injured. Shot by Otis our farm hand. It was an accident. Anyways Glenn was with him and well, we just clicked. Best thing to happen to me." She smiled softly looking at Glenn speak to Hershel.
Sam smiled and said, "Funny the way things work. Well I'm gonna go wash off all this goo. I'll see ya later."
"Hey Sam," Maggie said causing Sam to turn around, "Remember my offer."
Sam shook her head and laughed, "I will."
That night Merle and Sam sit in his cell cleaning their weapons. Sam is sharpening her knife since she used it quite a lot in the tombs. Merle couldn't help but watch her as she worked. He couldn't stop replaying images of Sam bouncing on his lap. Her gasping moans echoing in his head.
'Fuck, so goddamn sexy,' he thought as he wiped the blade for his sleeve down, cleaning the gore off it.
"What're you smirking at old man?" Sam asked a smirk resting on her face also. Merle chuckled and said, "I'm sure ya could figure that out Sugar."
Sam laughed and shrugged a shoulder, "No idea what you're talking about."
Merle set his knife aside and grabbed her blade, laying it next to his. Raising and eyebrow she asked, "What're you doin?"
Merle gave her a cocky grin, "Gonna show ya what I'm thinkin' about."
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