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Prison: Night before the Meeting

Previously:

"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."

Sam's eyes widened and she nodded toward the curtain. "People are still roaming around you know."

"Don' care." Merle said pulling her toward him, his hand firmly gripping the back of her head. Lowering his mouth to Sam's he explored, his tongue stroking hers. Sam moaned and gripped the front of his shirt. He nibbled her lips and sucked gently. She lay down, pulling him with her. Merle groaned as he lay between her legs, his hips grinding against her.

"Goddamn sugar. Can't get enough ya." He said gruffly his head dipping into the curve of her neck. Sam stroked his back and up his chest. "Me neither." She whispered.

Merle's hand slipped up her shirt, pulling the cup of her bra down and rubbing his thumb against her hard nipple. Stifling a moan into his shoulder Sam panted as he rolled his hips against her.

"Gonna be quiet for me girl?" he rasped his hand unbutton her jeans. Sam nodded and kissed him deeply while his hand worked. Pulling her pants and underwear down Merle slide down the bed, his face between her soft thighs.

"Damn Sugar, got a pretty lil pussy don' ya." He drawled while grinning up at her, kissing her inner thighs. Sam's cheeks were pink in embarrassment "Shuddup," she whispered while smacking his shoulder.

"Wha? It's a compliment. Not all pussies are cute." He smirked while leaning forward, his tongue trailing up her wet lips. Moaning as he tasted her for the first time.

"Fuckin taste good too Sugar." Merle rasped before diving back in, his tongue tracing circles around her clit and sliding between her lips. Sam's body arched off the mattress while she covered her mouth to contain the moans. Merle watched her chest flush, her nipples harden as she squirmed against him. Working her over with his mouth, he pumped two fingers into her tight walls. He could feel the fluttering of an orgasm already approaching. Pushing hard and fast with his fingers, Merle sucked her clit into his hot mouth, his tongue flicking quickly. Sam froze, her body arched and her legs splayed open for him. Her pussy became impossibly tight as it rhythmically clenched onto his fingers. A rush a sweet wetness flooded his mouth as he licked and sucked her clean. Sam was gasping, her body sticky with sweat as Merle crawled up to her mouth. Kissing her deeply letting her taste herself on his mouth.

"Cum hard sugar?" he asked while unbuckling his pants and pushing them down. Sam panted unable to speak; she nodded while grabbing his face and kissing him hard.

Pulling back Merle stroked her face and kissed her softer, his tongue stroking her and twirling against hers. "Feel so good Sam." He said his voice gravelly.

"You too Merle." Sam whispered her hands rubbing his sides and chest. Merle let his hand stroke her chest and stomach before moving to her leg, lifting it high on his side. "Don' got another rubber." He murmured as he kissed her neck, sucking on the soft flesh behind her ear.

"Just pull out. Haven't had a cycle in over a year." She said rolling her hips up and rubbing her wet heat against him. Groaning Merle gripped his cock and slid it between her wet lips before moving to her entrance. Pushing inside her slowly, Merle rocked his hips to let her accommodate his size.

"So damn tight Sugar," his groaned against her neck. Once he was deep inside her, Merle pulled out almost completely and slammed back inside her. Sam gasped, tucking her face tightly against his neck. His hips snapped against her in a steady rhythm. Her legs wrapped around him, pulling him in deep. Merle kissed her while rolling into her hard and fast. Sam met his thrust with a roll of her hips, her back lifting off the bed.

"Shit, gonna cum Sam. Too good," he rasped his lips grazing her ear. "Cum for me again sweetheart."

Sam moaned as he hit deep inside her. Tilting her hips up, Merle hit the sensitive spot over and over until her body seized up. Tight walls flexing and spasming around his hard cock. "Oh god baby." She moaned her nails digging into his biceps as her body trembled. Her orgasm set Merle's off, his cock swelling right before he came. "Jesus Sam," he groaned, biting his lip to contain his moan. Bright light flashed behind his eyelids as his face screwed up in pleasure. Gasping as the waves of climax subsided Merle kept his hips rocking into her. His body throbbing through the last of his orgasm.

They both panted as their bodies relaxed from the sudden tension of cumming. Merle rolled off her and pulled her to his chest. "Oh fuck," he said loudly. Sam sat up, "What?" she asked worried looking over at the curtain.

"I forgot to pull out," he whispered, scrubbing his face roughly before looking at her. Sam laughed and shrugged a shoulder. "All well."

Merle chuckled gruffly and said, "If ya get knocked up ya'll care."

Sam smiled and said, "It'll be fine. Seriously I don't think my body's working normally anymore."

Merle grunted but said, "Still ain't happening again. Gotta find some rubbers."

"I agree. Triplets run in my family. Don't need three more Merle's running around here." She remarked tracing her finger over his chest.

Merle looked at her horrified, "Jesus woman ya serious?"

Sam snorted and shook her head, "No dumbass."

Merle slapped her ass hard making her yelp. "Don' fuck 'round 'bout that shit." Sam giggled and kissed his chest. Merle stroked the ass cheek he slapped and nuzzled his nose into her hair. "I hurt ya?" he asked as his large palm soothed the spot he slapped.

Sam shook her head, "Nope. You slap like a girl."

Merle glared at her but his lips were twitching. "Gonna git girl."

Sam smiled widely and said, "Promise."

Laughing gruffly he kissed her forehead before laying back. "Gotta go to the meetin' in an hour, Rick's got shit to say to everyone."

Sam swallowed nervously and nodded. "Fuck. I don't want anymore bad shit to happen."

Merle tightened his arm around her, "Gonna be fine."

Sam chewed her lip and looked away. Merle could see her battling her emotions. Trying to swallow down her nerves. Merle stroked the hair off her forehead. "Gonna be fine Sugar." He repeated sealing the words with a kiss. Sam nodded and lay against his chest.

Merle's hand cupped the back of her head while his right arm stroked down her side, following the dip of her waist and the swell of her hip. He'd never touched someone with the arm without a hand. The wrist and forearm spent most its time covered so the sensation of her skin brushing against it was dizzying. The nerve endings sparking after being long since forgotten.

Sam hummed, snuggling further into his side. Merle smirked against her head, his lips pulling at strands of hair.

'I'll be damned if this ain't heaven right 'ere.' He thought, his fingers rubbing her head.

Merle couldn't help but feel even more anxious for the next day, now that they'd slept together. Sam wasn't just some girl. She felt like his girl now.

They were supposed to show up to trade with the Governor at noon. Merle knew when they didn't show he'd be appearing on their doorstep shortly after. He couldn't help but think of what he contemplated earlier in the day. If he could pull it off he could end all of it. Sam would be safe, his brother and his pussy friends would be safe. Merle would get to keep Sam and hold her every night.

'Just gotta pull it off Dixon,' he thought while combing his fingers through her hair, 'Kill him and end all of it.'

Sam sat next to Merle in the common room an hour later. The whole group was present except for Daryl who was on guard duty. The mood was somber to say the least. Everyone was on edge because they knew tomorrow they would most likely fight the Governor.

"I'd like to say something." Rick said walking into the room, his hands resting on his hips. "When I met with the Governor, he offered me a deal. He said he would leave us alone if I gave him Sam and Michonne."

Everyone started talking at once. Rick raised his hand to quiet them and said, "I told him we would do it but we aren't going to." Sam shifted in her seat avoiding eye contact with everyone. She didn't want to see if people disagreed with the choice to not trade.

Merle was sitting next her with his arms crossed. Glancing at him she could see him narrowing his eyes at the others just waiting for someone to disagree with Rick's decision.

"I was wrong not to tell you and wrong to assume we would just fight him. And I'm sorry about that." He said rubbing his neck, "What I said last year, that first night after the farm... it can't be like that. It can't." Sam raised an eyebrow at Merle and he just shrugged. Neither of them knew what he was speaking about.

"What we do, what we're willing to do, who we are, it's not my call. It can't be." He looked at each person in the room. "I couldn't sacrifice one of us for the greater good because we are the greater good. We're the reason we're still here, not me."

Rick sighed and crossed his arms, "This is life and death. How you live... how you die- it isn't up to me. I'm not your Governor." Sam shivered at just the mention of the man. Merle bumped her shoulder with his a silent 'You ok?'. Sam nodded but kept watching Rick paces in front of the group. He rested he hand on the hilt of his revolver lazily.

"We choose to go. We choose to stay. We stick together." He let his eyes fall on the group as a whole, "We vote. We can stay and we can fight or we can go." The room was quiet as everyone thought about the implication of each option. If they stayed and fought it could mean death or it could mean they keep a home, security and possible future. If they ran they may live but for how long with out that security. It was a gamble either way, both of which could result in all their deaths.

"So lets have a show of hands for staying and fighting." Rick said sitting down on a tabletop. Glenn and Maggie raised their hands for defending their home. Next were Merle, Sam, Tyreese, Michonne, Carl and Rick. Rick nodded, "Daryl voted to stay also. Hershel, Carol Sasha, and Beth vote to go?" They all nod but seemed to understand they won't be getting their way.

"Are you comfortable with staying with the group?" he asked his voice strained. Sam watched the four look at each other for a long moment before they nod. "Ok, we need a plan on how to fight them. They out gun us and out man us. We need to use the home team advantage with them. We know our way around the tombs. We know how to move down there and everywhere else in here." The group nodded and Hershel asked, "So what exactly do you think we can do with that advantage?"

Merle snorted and said, "We can trip 'em up down there. Use the twisting halls to take 'em down."

Rick nodded but added, "I agree but I don't feel we need to kill all of them. The people he's bringing are normal people right Merle? Most of them I mean?"

Merle shrugged, "So. They're comin to kill y'all. Defend your own. Way o' the world now Sherriff."

Rick sighed and rubbed his eyes, "We aren't Woodbury, or the Governor. I say we scare 'em. Make 'em think there's more of us, make 'em think we have more weapons than they do. They aren't soldiers, regular people are gonna run from a fight."

Glenn asked, "So we let the Governor just… Go?"

"No. We take him out here or we send a group after him once their runnin' scared and we kill the Governor and any men who defend him. If we don't get rid of the threat they'll just come back." Rick explained his arms leaning on his knees. Sam looked at Hershel who she knew was going to have a problem with killing people. He was stroking his beard and contemplating Rick's statements.

"So how would we scare them off?" Hershel asked his arms crossed but his posture relaxed.

"We have flash bangs. We can set up trip wires down there. Pitch black to bright white will shock them, not to mention the sound. Once they are disoriented we turn the genie on." Rick suggested, "Switch that alarm on. It will scare the shit out of them."

Sam cleared her throat make Rick nod toward her to speak, "We can clear out everything. Load it up and have it away from the prison with a group ready to run if shit goes south. It will make the Governor think we've run. Make them less likely to push on through the diversions and traps. They'll see it as a lost cause and bail."

Rick raised an eyebrow and smirked. Merle snorted and threw an arm around her shoulder, "Shit didn't know I kidnaped a schemer."

Sam laughed and blushed, "Shuddup."

Rick nodded, "That's good. Really good. So show of hands for this plan?" The group all raised their hands. The small group of 'go' voters seemingly changing their minds.

Rick nodded and slapped his leg with his hands before standing up, "Ok we start now, get stuff packed in the dark to keep them unaware. The meeting is at noon so we should expect them soon after when we don't show. I think we should be in place by dawn though just in case."

Merle said, "I could try to hit him at the meeting." Sam raised an eyebrow and shook her head. Merle ignored her and continued, "I could snipe his ass and end it."

Rick shook his head, "He'll be expecting it, not to mention prepared to kill us at the trade. I guarantee he'll be preparing to kill who ever might show up."

Sam elbowed Merle hard. "Fuck girl," he growled.

She scowled at him. "You're not sacrificing yourself you ass."

Rick covered a laugh with a cough. Merle glared at her and said tightly, "Ya wanna say that again?"

A few people cringed expecting a huge blow out.

Sam raised an eyebrow and said, "You're not sacrificing yourself you ass."

Merle held his glare and ground his continued though, "You know it's too dangerous. Would you allow me to go? I have just as good of a shot as you and I could probably hide in a tree easier. How about Daryl? He good to go too?"

Merle scowled and looked away from her. Rick cleared his throat. "I think the plan being carried out at the prison is our best bet and the safest of all our options. If it doesn't work, if they don't leave, we know ways to get out of the prison. We can escape through the back without them seeing us."

Merle was sitting very stiffly next to Sam. She could feel the tension radiating off him. She hoped that when they fought later about it, because they would, she could convince him not to go on some suicide mission. They just found each other. She wasn't going to lose him to someone like the Governor.

The group decided it was the best to decision and got to work loading all of their supplies into vehicles. They would have shooters at different spots in the prison roofs but not the guard posts. Merle told them Woodbury had rocket launchers and the guard towers would be the Governors first targets. Merle and Glenn got to work setting trip wires in the tombs. Merle suggested getting some walkers and locking them in some of the cells to provide an added diversion. The moans would make them think the area was filled with walkers. Rick and Daryl wrangled walkers into the tombs with make shift pole leashes made out of plumbing supplies and a rope. Sam helped pack the cars and emergency packs. Rick set up a meeting destination and made sure everyone had someone to leave with if things went to hell.

Sam was feeling more optimistic for their chances of surviving. She was still scared that someone would get hurt or killed but it felt like it was less likely now that they were preparing with an actual plan.

Sam joined Merle in his cell after the grouped worked most of the night. At dawn they were all taking their positions in case the Governor skipped the meeting and went straight for the attack.

Merle was sitting on his bunk cleaning his handgun. Not raising his eyes when she sat next to him, Sam knew he was still pissed at her. Clearing her throat she said, "Do you want me to go?"

Merle glanced at her, his eyes narrowed but he didn't respond. Sam scrubbed her face and said, "I'm sorry I disagreed with you in front of everyone ok? I just would rather you not die on some suicide mission."

Merle grunted and went back to oiling his weapon. Sam sighed and started to stand but he grabbed her wrist. "Don' go."

Sam smirked and sat back down, "I know that you want to do it to keep me safe and I appreciate it, I do, but I'd rather risk our lives side by side than let you risk yours alone."

Merle looked at her for a long moment and shook his head, "Don' want ya riskin' your life at all."

"Well I don't want you to either," she said and added, "You don't think I care about you?" Merle shrugged but didn't look at her. Sam leaned over and kissed Merle's temple, her hand cupping the back of his head. She spoke softly, her lips grazing the side of his head, "I care about you Merle. I want to be with you. If we can keep this place or if we gotta run… I wanna do that with you."

Merle turned and looked at her for a long moment before cupping her face. His grip tightened as he pulled her forward and kissed her deeply. Their mouths moving greedily against each other. Pulling back for air Sam rested her forehead against his. Merle starred at her deep blue eyes and traced her jawline with his calloused thumb, "Where'd ya come from Sugar?"

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EndNote:

So as you may have guessed Merle will not be going on a suicide mission. I felt that if Merle had someone like Sam he wouldn't go off and try to save the day.

I think canon Merle did it to make it up to his brother and to get an 'in' with the group. But alas my Merle has a spot already and a girl giving him the voice of reason, not to mention he's already started repairing his relationship with Daryl.

So there are my reasons behind the change. :P