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Prison:Day of the Attack

While the sun was still below the horizon Merle woke Sam by kissing her gently and holding her close. Sam could see the tension in his eyes. He was trying to hide his anxiety from her. It was admirable but not necessary. She was getting used to reading the cranky redneck. Sam knew he was struggling to stay and not run off to kill the Governor but he had given her his word. Merle assured her he wouldn't go back on it.

Before dawn the prison group got last minute details hammered out. They moved the tire spikes that used to keep cars from entering though the exit gate into the lawn for the Governor's vehicles to run over. They made a big show of climbing into the cars and driving away in case the Governor's spotters were still in the forest. Once hidden in the forest they entered through the back of the prison and took up their positions.

Michonne, Carl, Hershel, Beth and Judith were hiding out with the group's essential supplies in the forest. They had hidden items they could part with if need be in the administration wing of the prison just to keep the abandoned look of the cellblock.

Sam and Merle were both the rooftop snipers in charge of killing the Governor and his lieutenants. They were to stay hidden for the entire day to avoid a sighting from the possible spotter in the woods. Sasha, Maggie and Glenn would be providing distraction gunfire at the rest of the group. They'd be aiming at feet unless needed. Rick, Daryl and Tyreese were handling the generator and alarm system as well as gunfire into the tombs in case anyone came further than expected. Carol took another sniper position near the back of the prison in case the Woodbury groups tried to enter from behind. Merle had a walkie to inform the inside group to Woodbury's arrival. They were prison issue closed circuit handhelds so they couldn't be listened in on by outsiders.

Everyone still at the prison had emergency packs, hand drawn maps to a meeting location and partners assigned to travel with. They weren't taking any chances of losing someone in the forest. Everyone was in position by the early morning hours and they prepared themselves to sit and wait. Sam could see Merle from her position on the roof and occasionally they'd signal each other. Sam usually provided him a single finger wave, which he answered with an equally graphic hand gesture.

The morning burned away and Sam was dying to get out of the sun but they held strong. She knew it was just a matter of time that the bastard showed up. Merle had a view of the road but Sam saw the dirt kick up before he signaled her. She could see him radio the others. Her hands felt sweaty and her heart pounded. Sam wasn't religious but looked to the sky and whispered, "Please, please, please let this work."

The caravan of Woodbury vehicles sped into the prison yard, running over walkers. The sound of them blowing up the guard towers was deafening. The buildings exploded and fire rained down on top of the shuffling dead below. The large military vehicles filled with Woodbury soldiers erupted with gunfire. They shot all of the walkers in the yard and mowed down anything in sight. The large group hopped out of the back of the truck and made their way up the dirt road, taking cover behind a large truck. Busting through the gate they pulled into the courtyard. Sam watched them looking around seemingly confused at the absence of a fight. Taking deep breaths she waited to hear the explosions of flash bangs and smoke bombs to trigger. Once they went off the group would turn the generator on and set the alarm system off. They had put walkers in the tombs to help scare the group off.

A few of the Woodbury soldiers stayed outside. They looked confused at the deserted prison. There was shouting and yelling from inside but Sam watched and waited, her finger itching to kill the Governor. Tension was rolling off her and the skin between her shoulder blades burned. She let the memories of her time locked up fuel her focus on killing the man.

A loud set of explosions signaled the triggering of flash bangs. The alarm kicked on causing Sam to jump at the sound having never heard it. Screaming and yelling sounded out as people poured out of the prison cellblock. The group was fleeing the walkers and smoke bombs.

Maggie and Glenn started shooting at the ground around the Woodbury soldiers. Some were firing back but others were running away from the fight and heading for the vehicles. Sam focused on the prison door waiting for the Governor to exit.

When his tall dark frame stepped outside her breath hitched. It reminded her of the times he'd stand in the doorway, silhouetted by the bright light behind him. Nothing good ever came when that shadow appeared.

Aiming for a split second she pulled the trigger. A muted pop sounded as she watched through the scope to see if her bullet hit true. An explosion of red mist surrounded his face. She felt immense relief followed by utter disappointment seeing him still moving. Following her target as he stumbled toward his truck she fired again and hit him in the shoulder. Growling she saw him hop into the truck and shut the door. She unloaded six more rounds into the truck window hoping to hit him.

Gunfire was raining out and she was vaguely aware of others being shot. His truck started pulling away. Scanning the crowd she saw a man she recognized from when she was captured and shot him in the neck. Blood shot out across the cement. She wasn't exactly sure if he was on the list of 'needs to die' but took the chance. The group was fleeing at that point and Sam scanned the ground to see three men down and walkers approaching their bodies. She watched as the cars peeled out down the dirt road and then looked up at Merle. He motioned for her to come to him so she climbed out of her spot. Running over the gravel rooftop she met up with him to return inside the prison.

"Ya hit him." Merle grinned like a kid on Christmas.

Sam huffed an irritated breath and growled, "Didn't fuckin' kill him."

Merle shook his head and rasped,"Ya took his damn ear off and part of his face, from what I saw."

"I think I hit his shoulder too." She sighed and rubbed her face. She was exhausted from the anxiety of waiting and now being disappointed at the outcome.

"Good girl." Merle said pulling on her hand to get her to come closer.

"No I fucking failed, he walked away." Sam growled yanking at her hand but Merle tightened his hold and pulled her told him.

He bent down to catch her eye and said, "He'll bleed to death. That face shot was gushin'." Sam sighed and nodded but wasn't convinced. She had wanted to walk into the courtyard, find his dead body and spit on it. Not knowing if he died would just make her look over her shoulder forever.

They enter the rooftop access door and quickly join the others in the courtyard. The group killed the walkers eating the dead Woodbury soldiers and closed the gate. Merle walked around and looked at the people who were killed. Sam had shot and killed Shumpert who Merle said was one of the Governor's go to men. Sam told the other's he was one of the men who pulled her out of the trunk when she was taken to Woodbury. She stood over his body and felt a great sense of accomplishment. Deep down Sam knew she shouldn't feel that for killing someone but she couldn't bring herself to care. Merle walked over and placed a hand on her back. His eyes were questioning and Sam figured he thought maybe she was upset for killing a man. Instead of the sad eyes he was expecting Sam knew he found satisfaction. Sam watched his eyes widen slightly in confusion but then his lip twitched. She could see the recognition of a fellow fan of vengeance. He pulled her aside and wrapped an arm around her shoulder and bent his mouth to her ear.

"Surprise me everyday Sugar." He rasped. Sam laughed quietly and whispered, "I have no idea what you're talking about."

He leaned back, looked down and quietly said, "Ya look like the cat who got the cream, girl." Sam shrugged a shoulder. "So I'm a fan of retribution."

Merle grinned, pulling her over to the others who were celebrating the win.

Maggie was hugging Glenn and hopping around. Sam was still angry she didn't get a headshot. Merle said, "Sam hit him a few times."

"Will he die?" Rick asked, stepping forward his hands on his hips.

Sam ground her teeth and looked away angrily, still pissed at herself.

"He got in the truck, looked bad though." Merle said responded

"He wasn't dead." Sam growled, crossing her arms. She dug her fingers into her biceps angrily want to punch something.

"Ya blew his fuckin ear 'n cheek off, not to mention the shoulder hit. He'll bleed to death." Merle said while pulling out his pack of smokes.

"Yeah well we won't fuckin know." She exclaimed and walked away raking her hand angrily through her hair. The idea of him walking away and coming back was irritating her. She wanted to leave right then and hunt the fucker down. She wanted to watch him die. Watch the light blink out of his already dead eyes. Those black holes that bore into her while he hit and groped her. The anger she felt when she had the outburst toward Andrea was raging through her again. She wanted to scream and kick. Rage.

The others kept speaking but Sam just watched the fire from the guard towers as it sent dark tendrils of smoke into the blue sky. The field was filling up with walkers. The sound had drawn them out of the forest and into the yard. Sam was shaken out of her tangled mind when she heard Rick say, "Well let's finish this."

Rick, Merle, Daryl, Michonne and Tyreese loaded up a truck to follow the group to Woodbury.

"Everyone get settled into the cell block but don't unload the cars just yet in case we gotta go. Keep watch and if anyone shows up at the gate kill them. Sam I want you back on the roof in case it's needed."

Nodding everyone broke up to doing their assigned tasks. Sam stood to the side as they climbed into the truck for Woodbury. Merle approached before he got in and squeezed her shoulder and quietly rasped, "Ya did good sugar."

"I fucked up Merle, just say it."

"Shuddup and list'n, I ain't sayin it again. Ya did good. No one else got close to hittin' him, me included. Got it?" He said before kissing her temple. "Now get somethin' to eat and get back up there."

Sam smiled, "Be safe old man. I'll be pissed if you don't come back to me."

Merle gave her a cocky grin, "Don' worry your pretty lil head over me. I'll be back real soon Sugar."

Merle was riding in the front seat while Rick drove them toward Woodbury. He was smirking at the memory of the Governor's bloodied face after Sam got her shots off. The anticipation of seeing it up close and personal when he gutted the fucker was almost to much to bear. Merle was turning over a new leaf, trying to become a better man but that didn't mean he wouldn't take pleasure in killing the bastard. Maybe it was hypocritical to enjoy the suffering of another while condemning them for the same action but Merle reasoned he only enjoyed it when they deserved it. He wasn't out torturing animals or women and children. Just scumbags. Scumbags who had hurt his girl.

Sam.

Sam was his girl.

His strong fucking amazing girl.

When Sam was looking at the man she killed Merle had been scared she was going to breakdown. Be upset for taking another life but what he saw was Sam's look of satisfaction. If she wasn't surrounded by others she probably would have been laughing at the dead body, maybe even dancing around it in triumph. Merle got the feeling that he wasn't the first person she'd off'd before.

'Got myself a lil' killer on my hands,' he thought while rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

Merle wasn't exactly upset by the fact. He had killed a lot of men since meeting up with the Governor. Most of whom he felt bad about, others not so much. It wasn't like he wanted to keep up the habit or anything but it gave him solace that Sam might understand him a little bit more.

The truck slowed down making Merle look toward the upcoming road. The Governor's trucks were parked to the side and there were bodies strewn all over. Raising an eyebrow he looked at Rick who also looked confused. Piling out of the vehicle they walked over and found they were all Woodbury soldiers, most of which were currently changing into walkers. They'd all been shot multiple times but not headshots, nothing to prevent them from changing.

"Tha Fuck?" Merle rasped as he stabbed a few walkers trying to claw themselves to their feet.

They moved around the group looking for the Governor but it was clear to them he wasn't there. They were passing the large military truck when a woman slammed herself against the glass. Rick pointed his gun at her but she put her hands up, begging for help. Merle recognized her. "That's Karen," he told Rick while putting down a shuffling corpse. "She's a'right."

The woman clambered down the large truck and started crying. "He killed them all. We… we were all saying we didn't want to go back… and… and he just started shooting everyone." She gasped while wringing her hands.

Merle chuckled humorlessly. "Tha' fuckin prick."

Rick shook his head and looked toward Woodbury. "How injured was he?"

Karen swallowed hard and said, "It was bad… his face.. God it was bad. No ear and his cheek… well you could see his teeth through the hole…"

Merle smirked and looked over at Daryl who was also looking rather pleased. Rick scrubbed his face, "Will he die? Did he get medical attention?"

Karen swallowed thickly and said, "Martinez was trying to help him but then he got so pissed that we didn't stay to fight that he started shooting. Martinez and him drove away after he killed everyone."

"Which way did they go?" Rick asked her, his hand resting on his revolver hilt.

"I'm not sure I was hiding under a body. He didn't know I lived." She said looking at each of them, "I didn't want to kill you. He told us you were all killers, told us terrible things. Threatened us to fight or we'd loose our place in town."

"We know." Rick replied and added, "We're going to Woodbury, you're coming with us."

She looked panicked at the thought. Merle watched her look for an escape, "Don' gotta worry. If he's there he's dyin'." She looked at him for a long moment before nodding and following them to the truck. They grabbed any weapons they could find off the dead bodies and the extra ammo from the trucks.

"Idiot left a shit ton of good stuff." Merle said while hopping into their truck. Rick grunted in response and then drove them toward Woodbury.

The town was deserted. Karen directed them to the room they put all the people unable to fight. They found a group of elderly, children and men who were to injured to fight. Merle recognized many of them from around town and they seemed happy to see a familiar face. He had been second in command and they looked to him like he knew what the fuck he was doing. Rick and Daryl looked flabbergasted when the group began asking Merle what to do. He smirked at them then helped get the group under control. Michonne wanted to find Andrea so they made their ways to the playrooms. Merle obviously hadn't been down there since he rescued Sam and he wasn't looking forward to it. "This is where he had Sam." Merle remarked as he opened the building's exterior door.

"The Governor held people here?" Karen asked while following them inside.

Merle grunted, "He did more than hold them." They walked down a long hallway which was framed with interrogation rooms.

Merle went to the door that he had opened weeks ago to find the small broken figure at the feet of a monster. He felt a chill run through him when he flung the door open. It was as if he half expected to see her bloodied body upon opening it.

It had a new chair installed, a stationary seat in the center. Next to it was a rolling cart covered in a vast array of tools. Merle felt his blood boil at the sight. Daryl stood next to him as he stared at the scalpels, clamps and other hideously disturbing medical devices. There was even a rolled up leather belt adorned with metal studs. While grinding his teeth violently Merle grabbed the whole tray and threw it against the wall before he stomped out of the room. The next was just as bad but with a different array of tools. This set was more brutal. A rusty saw and pliers along with a set of serrated knifes in different sizes. Merle could see Michonne looking at the tray with narrowed eyes. It was obvious that the Governor had planned a heavier hand with her.

The third door they opened they found Andrea and a dead Milton. Merle could tell Milton had died and changed. Andrea had a large bite on her neck and it was obvious what the Governor had done. Michonne rushed to her side and realized her wound was a bite. "You're burning up." She said sadly, her hand against the blonde's forehead.

"Judith, Carl, the rest of them... Us. The rest of us. Are they alive?" Andrea asked, her face pale and drawn. Rick knelt next to her and held her hand, "Yeah, they're alive."

Merle watched feeling uncomfortable at the sight. If he hadn't brought Andrea into Woodbury she wouldn't be dying on the floor of a disgusting torture room. He wouldn't blame Michonne if she wanted to gut him for getting her friend killed.

"It's good you found them." Andrea mumbled to Michonne, her hand patting the woman's leg. "No one can make it alone now."

Daryl was grinding his teeth and Merle could see him struggling with yet another loss. She may not have been a close friend but they met her in the beginning of all of it. "Never could." Daryl said softly, squeezing her uninjured shoulder.

"I just didn't want anyone to die." She whispered to Rick who nodded, holding her hand in his. Merle could see she was close to letting go. Her body was burning up and soon she'd die and turn. Andrea reached her hand out, pointing to Ricks gun. "I can do it myself." She stated causing Michonne to shake her head. "No."

Rick shook his also and brushed the blood hair off her forehead, "Ya don't gotta. We can help."

"I have to. While I still can." She said her voice weak but unwavering, "Please?"

Michonne was clenching her jaw shut trying not to cry. Merle could see the tremors running through her. Rick handed his gun over and Andrea smiled softly, "I know how the safety works." Rick dropped his head to his chest and swallowed hard. Patting her hand he stood up and exited the room. Merle approached and knelt next her, placing his hand on her arm. She smiled sadly and whispered, "You take care of that girl. Tell her... tell I'm sorry I didn't listen."

Merle clenched his eyes shut and then cleared his throat. He let his eyes slide open and felt them prickle despite his wishes. "It was good knownin' ya Blondie. We'll take care of her." he said gruffly nodding his head toward Michonne. Andrea smiled slightly and patted his arm. "Go on git." she muttered before turning toward Michonne. Merle left the room and closed the door. Michonne stayed while they stood in the hallway.

The gunshot echoed in the metal building, pinging over the rippled surfaces. Merle sighed, scrubbing his face before stalking out of the building. He needed to find the bastard and one place he was going to check was the clinic. If Martinez and him came back to town they'd get supplies for his injuries. Daryl was jogging after him as he strode down the street. It was a ghost town. They turned the corner and found the clinic door. Pausing a moment Merle entered first and cleared the building. There were no signs of an injured person having been treated.

"Le's get everything 'ere. If he comes back he'll need this shit. Ain't lettin' him get better," Merle said yanking a flat sheet of the bed and piling all the first aide supplies, bandages and drugs in the center. Daryl followed suit and soon they had four large sacks of medical supplies to haul back to the truck. By the time they got there the others were loading food and clothing as well as all the abandoned townspeople. Merle raised and eyebrow to Daryl who shrugged in response.

"Gotta do a lot more huntin' now baby brother." He joked, throwing the large sacks into the back.

"Fuck," Daryl grunted before approaching Rick to see what the plan exactly was. Soon everything was loaded up and they moved out of the town. Merle was pissed they didn't find the Governor. He didn't want to bring the bad news home to Sam. It was hard enough watching the man drive away alive but now he could be anywhere.

"She'll understand," Rick said while glancing over at Merle. Merle glared at him and looked away growling, "Shouldn't be something she's gotta do. Should be bringin' that fucks head home on a stick."

Rick didn't say anything else to Merle the rest of the drive apparently sensing the redneck was struggling with his anger. Merle was thankful for the silence because he was thinking of ways to find the Governor. Places to check for an injured individual to get supplies. His mind was making lists and lists of lists. He was going to meet up with Daryl and probably Michonne who was adamant about killing the man if he was still breathing.

The sun was near the horizon when they finally saw the tall cement structure in the distance. There was a surprising tugging sensation in Merle's chest as they approached. He had the urge to yell at Rick to stop driving like his blind grandmother and step on the fucking gas pedal already but he restrained himself. Merle had spent plenty of time locked up in different facilities but this was the first time that driving up to one felt like he was coming home.

Prison: Earlier

Sam entered the prison after the group left and headed back up top. Glenn stopped her and said, "Hey I know you're pissed the guy isn't laying dead outside but you did good."

Sam chewed her lip and shrugged, "I won't be satisfied until they find his body."

"I know just... Don't be too hard on yourself. You heard Merle. No one else got close to hitting him."

Sam nodded giving him a soft thanks and walked through the building to the roof access door. Once settled in she took Merle's spot to being able to see the road. After hours of watching and as it neared sundown she caught sight of Daryl on the motorcycle, their truck followed by a school bus. Sam used the walkie to call down to the Glenn and inform him of their approach. Sam hoped the bus was filled with supplies. As they pulled up Sam saw Carl open the gate and people start filing out of the bus. She saw elderly, children, women and a few men. Sam made eye contact with Merle who climbed out of the truck. He motioned for her to come down. Grabbing her gear she climbed down the stairs and met up with the group in the courtyard. The new arrivals were being held to the side while Hershel and Carol spoke to each one.

"What the fucks goin on?" Sam asked Merle. He rolled his eyes and jutted his chin to Rick. "Officer Friendly brought home strays.

Sam furrowed her brow but before asking what they were going to do with all of them she asked, "Did you find him?"

Merle grimaced and shook his head. Sam growled and stalked away from everyone and gripped the chain link tightly. The wire biting into her hands, Sam muttered cursed words while grinding her teeth.

'So fucking stupid Sam.' She thought.

Merle stood next to her and shook out two smokes, lighting them both at once he handed one to her. Sucking greedily, Sam took a deep drag, the burn blazing through her lungs. The familiar tightness in her lungs bringing her back from the spiral of anger she currently felt. Her right hand was still gripping the fence until her fingers were white. Merle pried her hand away while holding his cigarette between his lips, smoke trailing out his nostrils.

"Stop hurtin' ya'self," he muttered through the cigarette.

Sam yanked her hand away and clenched it into a fist, her nails biting into the skin. Rick joined them and said, "Sam we'll find him. Daryl, Merle and Michonne already have plans to track him."

"Track him how? They drove away." She asked bitterly.

"They'll figure it out. Daryl and Merle can find him." Rick responded calmly.

Sam snorted and muttered under her breath, "Fuckin idiot. I had one fuckin job." She scrubbed her face and flicked her cigarette away. "So what do we need to do with these people?"

"Gonna get them settled in the other cell block. You can help get supplies to them. Carol will let you know how to help." Rick nodded toward the cellblock.

"Ok." She said before turning to walk away but Merle grabbed her wrist.

"Wait," he said before looking at Rick. "Fuck off a minute Sherriff."

Rick raised an eyebrow but walked away to speak to Glenn.

Merle stood in front of Sam, his back to everyone else. His hand still had her wrist but was just loosely holding it, his thumb stroking her.

"Ya ain't gonna beat ya'self up o'er this ya hear?" he drawled.

Sam shook her head and looked away. "Would you?"

"Would I what?"

Sam looked up at him, "Beat yourself up if you hit him but missed anyways?"

He looked at her a long moment and said, "Not the same."

"It is."

"Girl I'm gonna slap you silly." Merle grinned squeezing her wrist.

Sam laughed and leaned her forehead against his chest. She felt him stiffen up and realized maybe he wasn't into pda. Pulling back quickly she looked away embarrassed for assuming he'd want her to touch him in front of others. Merle pulled her back and wrapped his arm around her neck, hold her against him. Sam sighed and let her hands rest on his waist. She felt him kissed her head and then pull back, "Go on, play Susie homemaker to these free loaders."

Sam laughed, squeezing his sides and moved toward the prisons door. She saw Daryl squinting at her and then looking back to Merle. She was going to guess he was confused by their relationship. Carol smiled at her when she entered the prison and gave her a list of things they needed to put in all the new cells.

Sam grabbed a laundry cart and headed to the area they kept all the bedding. She gathered enough sheets and blankets for all the cells now occupied and set to stocking each one with supplies. She greeted new arrivals with a hello or nod but didn't speak much to them. Her mind was still on the Governor and her failed assassination attempt. She hoped he bled to death but wasn't sure if they'd be that lucky. Smirking at the memory of what his face looked like after her bullet tore through. It gave Sam a sick satisfaction that she disfigured him. When she saw him hop into the truck she could see the graze had taken a huge chunk out of his cheek as well as removed his whole ear. If he lived he now had one eye and one ear.

Sam was headed back to her cell to drop her things off but thought better of it. She entered Merle's empty cell and decided she'd stay there from now on. Smirking she set her stuff down and climbed into bed. She was exhausted from being in the sun all day and stressing out. Her body ached from staying prone for so long just waiting to shoot at people.

She'd passed out almost instantly and was woken up hours later by Merle crawling into bed behind her.

"Evenin sugar." He rasped his voice tired.

"Hey handsome." She slurred.

Merle snorted and squeezed her closer. "Uhhuh."

Sam smirked lazily and brushed her hand over his rough cheek, "You are, Ruggedly handsome."

Merle chuckled gruffly. His arm squeezing her closer to him.

"Like the Marlboro man." Sam mumbled, kissing him on the jaw.

Merle laughed louder and squeezed tighter, "Shut your trap girl. Fuckin' tired."

Sam nodded into his chest, "Night old man."

"G'night Sugar." He said, his voice gravelly and deep.

Sam woke to Merle's hand between her legs, his fingers stroking her slowly. Humming she rolled her hips off the bed, pushing against his hand.

Merle laughed quietly, "Did I wake ya Sugar?"

Sam whispered, "No. You should try harder."

Merle growled and pulled her panties down before rolling over to lay between her thighs. Kissing her deeply he pushed his boxer down to free his hard on. Stroking her wet folds before pushing into her quickly. Sam bit her lip whimpering at the sudden intense sensation. Merle sucked on her neck while rocking his hips hard and deep into her.

"Oh Sam. Sweetheart." He moaned as her tight walls flexed around his cock. Sam moaned her face pressed into Merle's neck. "Fuck….. Merle."

She lifted her hips in time with his thrusts and dug her nails into his shoulder and ribs. They moved together, their bodies sliding easily against each other. She felt the strong muscles of his shoulders and arms holding onto her as he pumped steadily. His solid thighs brushing against hers. Merle was overwhelming but in all the right ways. His frame covered hers, surrounded her. He filled her completely, wonderfully. He was all over and inside her.

"Ungh fuckkkk." Sam groaned as her body fell over the edge. Tight walls became tighter while her vision went spotty. The heat of an intense orgasm surging through her flushed body.

"Goddam Sugar…. So sexy Sam. Fuck." Merle muttered while he rutted into her.

Gasping while her heart raced. Sam wrapped her legs around his waist pulling him deeper as he sped up, his hips snapping against her.

"Shit gonna... Fuck." Merle growled his neck taut while his hips slammed into her deep. Merle wrapped his arms around Sam's waist arching her body off the bed, his weight pressing into her. Pulling her even closer, his hips rocking into her while he pulsed and throbbed through the last of his orgasm. Sam felt him gasping and his heart clashing against his ribs. Sliding his arms out from under her he lifted his weight off, resting on his elbows. Resting his forehead against her sweaty chest he panted. Sweat dropped off his temple, landing on her breasts. Sam stroked his forehead and tilted his face up, kissing him gently on the lips. Humming he rolled off her and pulled her into his chest.

"Godfuckingdammit" he groaned while scrubbing his eyes.

Sam raised an eyebrow, "Huh?"

"Fuckin' unloaded inside ya again. Can't knock ya up Sweetheart." He rasped, his fingers digging into his eyes.

"I'll get some condoms from Maggie. She offered 'em already."

Merle looked at her like she was speaking in tongues, "She what? Ya told her?"

"No. She offered before we even had... Why are we a secret?" Sam asked feeling slightly disappointed.

Merle frowned and grunted, "Fuck I if know. Ain't done this shit before."

"What shit?"

"A girlfriend or whatever this is." Merle said shrugging.

Sam raised and eyebrow, "Oh. Well we don't have to label it. If it makes you uncomfortable or whatever"

Merle shook his head and pushed the hair off her forehead, "Nah it's just... Don' fuckin know what I'm doin."

Smirking Sam told him, "Well first you gotta give me your class ring, then we go steady... You'll have to meet my parents of course."

Merle narrowed his eyes and squeezed her ribs, tickling her. Sam yelped and slapped his arm. "Stop."

"Fuckin smartass." He grumbled with his lip curved up on one side. The lopsided grin that made Sam swoon. Sam chuckled and shrugged one shoulder, "We can just be. We don't need to define our shit for people, fuck 'em."

Nodding he looked relieved, "Ok."

Sam grinned and said, "That doesn't mean I wanna share."

"Ain't sharin ya either." Merle said gruffly.

"Good." She said.

Merle smirked and agreed, "Good"

Sam kissed him and stroked his chest. A knock on the cell down made Sam jump. "Fuck off." Merle barked making Sam laugh and tuck her face into his side.

"Get up fucker. Gotta get the yard cleared and gates up again." Daryl shouted.

Merle grumbled, "Fuckin busy. Get the Chinaman."

Sam smirked and shook her head at his need to still call Glenn the racist nickname. She knew he was a racist but truthfully she didn't hold it against him. Sam knew its just how he was raised but she also knew part of him was softening on the habit.

Daryl knocked again, "Come on lazy ass."

Merle grinned widely, "Baby brother I'm far from being lazy right now."

Sam snorted, slapping his chest. Daryl coughed loudly as if choking on his tongue and then walked away. Merle laughed gruffly and squeezed Sam's hip. "Pussy's prob'ly blushin' like a school girl."

Sam snorted again, "Don't been mean to Daryl. He can't help being awkward."

Merle rolled out of bed and pulled his boxers up. "Could grow a pair and bang that Carol or the lil blonde who's always starin' at him."

Sam smacked his ass making him growl. "Girl gonna git it."

"Ok. But later, we got shit to kill."

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