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Merle, Daryl, Michonne and Sam pulled up to the nearby hospital soon after sunrise. Merle and Sam were looking for equipment to repair his metal sleeve while the other two looked for any other medical supplies still left. The four moved quickly along the side of the building opting to enter through the side emergency room entrance. The place was covered in blood and gore. Merle kept an eye on Sam as she stepped through the dried mess and over dead bodies, stabbing them for good measure. He smirked at her thoroughness. He was happy that she had survival skills and that he didn't have to worry about her doing something stupid while outside the fences.
They moved quickly through the darkened hallways toward the prosthetic wing. Daryl and Michonne following closely behind them watching their backs. As they turned a corner they found a large group of walkers standing around as if in sleep mode. Their rotten corpses were swaying back and forth but not moving much further. They all seemed to be staring at each other or walls. When they caught sight of movement they all seemed to turn back on, their arms reaching out and mouths opening. Lining up the group take out walkers as they approach. Sam swung her blade smoothly into the temples of soft skulls. Merle stabbed up through chins and into eye sockets as more walkers spilled out of the long hallway. Daryl shot bolt after bolt, pulling them if they were within arms reach. Soon the hallway was packed with downed bodies and slippery gore. Sam slipped as a walker climbed over the large pile grabbing her shirt. Michonne stepped over her, bring her long sword diagonally across the rotten corpses cranium. Merle helped Sam up and asked her if she was ok. Sam smiled and looked down at her disgusting clothing and shook her head, "I cant seem to stay clean for more than an hour."
"My dirty girl." Merle whispered, his lips touching the curve of her ear making her shiver. "Stop," she said with a smirk.
With all the nearby walkers dead they pushed their way through the bodies and finally reached the correct wing of the abandoned hospital. Sam and Merle searched through bins for the appropriate padding and even found some other parts for back ups or other options on his arm. Merle found some other equipment to get Hershel a leg to walk on opposed to the crunches he currently used. After filling a large duffle bag with the supplies the four moved toward another part of the hospital. They wanted to search for meds and other first aid supplies. The prison was pretty stocked but they could never have too many supplies for health care, especially with all the new people at the prison.
Daryl and Michonne took the lead as they enter the ICU wing of the hospital. The group figured it would have the most helpful drugs and supplies. As they entered the smell of death hit them hard. It was assaulting and nauseating. Merle watched Sam pull up a bandana she had around her neck.
He smirked at her and whispered, "Pussy."
"Jealous bitch," she muttered through the cloth. Daryl snorted and pulled up his own bandana and gave Merle the finger. As they walked they found each room was closed. The large glass windows smeared with blackened blood and bullet holes. "Looks like Uncle Sam visited here too." Merle drawled kicking a few of the spent cartridges littering the blood covered floor. There were the bodies of nurses and doctors lined up against walls. Some sitting, others on the stomachs, arms outstretched. Moving to the center of the small wing they find the nurses station which housed the floors medical supplies. Michonne pulled open the door to small room and entered with her large bag. If Merle had still been a user he would have been drooling at the walls of drugs. Daryl gave him a glance which caused Merle to glare back at him. "Don't worry Darylina I'll be on my best behavior." He sneered while flipping him off. Sam watched their backs as they sorted through what they needed. After a good twenty minutes they headed out of the hospital. When they reached the exit they noticed the area had filled with walkers.
"Fuck," Merle grumbled after seeing they no longer had a path to the car. Moving back into the building Daryl routed them to another side of the structure. Corner after corner they turned they only found more shuffling bastards.
"Goddamnit," Daryl muttered as he got ahead of the group steering them toward the signs pointing to another exit. The side they reached was less crowded with corpses but they could tell a herd had approached while they were inside. Now they were being followed by a large group within the hospital. Running out of the building they headed down a street lined with bungalows and apartment buildings. Running as fast as they could with large duffle bags they searched for a vehicle or shelter but everywhere they went was crawling with corpses. Merle turned and took out two walkers closing in on his heels and realized Sam and Daryl were now separated from Michonne and him. Catching their eyes he felt a surge of fear as Sam and Daryl were pushed in the opposite direction.
"Meet you at home!" Daryl shouted pushing Sam toward an alleyway. She looked back for a split second and then she was gone. Merle growled and grabbed Michonne to head the opposite direction. They ran for another hour until they found a car to take. It's tank was almost empty but it would get them away from the large herd following them.
"Should we go back?" Michonne asked as Merle drove. He ground his teeth and wrung the steering wheel with a tight fist.
"He said they'd meet us there. Daryl will get 'em home. Gotta trust him I s'pose." He said stiffly feeling as if he was leave a limb behind. "Fuckin' dead bastards." He growled while pounding his fist into the steering wheel.
"He'll get her home." She remarked watching the trees pass by.
"I know!" He snapped loudly before huffing out an angry breath, quietly repeating his words as if convincing himself, "I know."
Sam and Daryl POV
They were still running hours later. Daryl was leading them through the forest and away from the large group of undead. He was moving swiftly and kept glancing at Sam. She was moving just as quick. Her strong legs pumping and jumping over fallen logs. Soon they hit a fast moving river and slowed down. The heavy rain earlier in the morning had caused it to swell well past it's normal slow meandering path through the woods. Now it was waist high for Daryl, which meant it would be up to Sam's chest.
"Gotta do it, drop the bags in that bush, maybe we can get 'em when they pass on. Won't make it across carryin' all this weight," Daryl said gruffly walking toward the shrubs and hiding both their bags. He then moved sideways down the steep incline to the rivers shore. Sam followed just as easy and took a couple quick breathes before following him into the quick cold waters. Daryl grabbed her wrist and hollered, "Just follow me, I got ya."
Sam nodded and felt the freezing water chilling her body rapidly, her jaw clamped shut to keep the chattering from taking over. They got half way over before the current got to strong for Sam to keep her feet on the riverbed floor. Her body lifted as she scrambled, her toes barely grazing rocks below her. Daryl pulled her to him, his feet digging into the mud below to keep traction. "Hold on," he shouted as he dug his legs in, trudging along as Sam gripped his arm. She desperately tried to get her feet back to the ground but couldn't manage it. After several minutes of pure luck the water receded into a shore and Sam got purchase of the soil. Daryl kept a hand on her wrist as they struggled up the rough edge of the river. Soil broke away from the steep shore as the currents ripped past. It made their ascent slow and treacherous. Daryl clutched roots to finally pull them both to the other side. Sam collapsed on the ground, her chest heaving as she gasped for air. Daryl was laying on his back panting before he grunted, "Come on. Gonna catch up soon."
Sam nodded and pulled herself up and looked back. The first couple walkers were close to the forest edge. They both moved quickly away in hopes to loose them completely.
"Water may keep 'em off our tails for a while." Daryl said while they jogged. Sam nodded in response, her jaws still clenched shut to keep her teeth clattering. She was struggling to keep her heavily soak body moving. Her bones felt frozen. She knew she was close to hypothermia if she wasn't already suffering. They needed shelter and fire. Daryl was glancing at her and she could tell he knew she was dangerously cold.
After moving for another hour Daryl found a log cabin. It was situated on the side of a hill. They both cleared it quickly, only finding one walker inside. Daryl pulled it out and propped it against the front door to hopefully cover any of their scent. The sturdy log cabin had two windows which were already boarded up. The winter shutters closed and nailed shut. Inside there was a wood stove, a flimsy mattress and a few cans of corn. They got the door barricaded and the fire started. Daryl didn't want to have a fire but they both needed it. Being soaked to the bone with cold river water combined with the cool temperatures they'd been having at night was dangerous.
"Take of your clothes," Daryl said as he stripped off his vest and jacket. Sam raised an eyebrow and muttered, "Sweet talker huh Dixon?"
"Stop," he grunted as he yanked off his boots. "Ya gonna freeze to death. Use the blanket to cover up."
Sam sat down on the ground and unlaced her tall boots and peeled off her pants. Her skin was deathly pale, almost blue.
"Fuck," Daryl hissed at the sight. He added another log to get the fire blazing. Sam's body started to shake violently as if finally noticing how cold it was. Her hands tried to unbutton her shirt but began trembling so bad she could coordinate her fingers. Flexing her hand several times before she tried again. Daryl stalked up, "Come on, gonna fuckin die." He growled while yanking the shirt apart and pulling it off roughly. Sam let him help silently, her mind to focused on not collapsing. He got her shirt off and left her in the threadbare bra and underwear. He pulled the musty wool blanket off and wrapped her in it tightly, pushing her toward the fire. Sam stood in front of it for a moment before sitting down heavily. Looking over her shoulder she saw Daryl stripped shirtless and pushing down his soaked denims. She was contemplating how much Merle and him looked alike in their underwear when he snapped her out of her ponderings.
"Turn 'round perv." He grunted as he grabbed the sheets off the bed, wrapping it around his shoulders, wearing just his boxers. Sam chuckled and shook her head, "Just out of it, sorry."
Her eyes slid back to the fire as it glowed bright. Daryl flopped down on the ground next to her, Sam could feel the shivers coming off him through the floor.
"Come on." She said peeling back her blanket and raising to him. He frowned at her and shook his head, "Ain't cuddlin with ya."
"I'm not cuddling with you either dumbass but we need to share body heat or we're gonna stay frozen." She explained still holding the blanket up.
"Merle's gonna kick my ass," he grumbled scooting closer to her. Sam curled into his side, throwing the blanket around him. He sat stiffly besides her making her growl.
"Godfuckingdamnit Daryl wrap your mother fuckin' arm around me and warm me up. Merle will do more than kick your ass if I fucking DIE!" She snapped causing Daryl to glare at her but he eventually wrapped an arm around her back and pulled her into his chest. Sam wrapped an arm around his stomach and they sat uncomfortably close together but their body temperatures were rising. Sam felt him fighting the urge to yank away from her. Rolling her eyes she said, "Am I that repulsive you can't just sit here an enjoy not dying?"
"Fuck off," he grunted but didn't move away.
"I'm serious… what's the deal? I know you know about surviving hypothermia. Its not like I'm making it up to get in your shorts." She said without pulling back. She stared at the fire while her bones warmed.
"Hate touchin people and Just… You're my brother's girl. Ain't s'posed to do shit like this." He ended with a mumble. Sam nodded and squeezed him with the arm draped over his stomach, "Don' worry about it. Nothing torrid is happening."
"I know, its just fuckin wrong." He growled.
"Whatever. He'll be happy you kept me from dying. He trusts you Daryl, knows you wouldn't do that type of shit to him or me." She said her head leaning heavily against his chest. "Why do you hate touching' people?"
Daryl shifted anxious beside her, "Just do."
Sam glanced up and raised an eyebrow. He glared at her and ground his teeth together, "Why does my brother like ya? You're a nosey bitch."
She laughed and looked back at the fire. "No idea. Guess his choices are limited with the whole apocalypse thing." Daryl grunted in response and was quiet for awhile. Sam figured he was done talking until his gravelly voice broke the silence, "Just never liked people touchin' me. Guess its cuz of my Pa. Don' know."
Sam nodded and said, "Understandable. Get hit enough you learn to expect it from everyone."
Daryl grunted in agreement and then asked quietly, "Ya think I'm fuckin' pussy cuz I ain't over it?" Sam shook her head against his chest and said, "Nah. I think it's a normal reaction. I did the same thing while I was in prison. Couldn't trust no one in there. Not even the guards."
Daryl looked at her out of the corner of his eye and nodded slightly before asking, "How long were ya in?"
Sam chewed her lip and shrugged a shoulder, "Ten years." Daryl looked surprised and confused, "Thought ya said it was for just drugs and stealin'?"
She laughed and said, "It was A LOT of drugs... like trafficking and other shit. I was a fuck up." Daryl snorted and muttered, "Guess Merle and ya got more in common than I thought." Sam laughed and shrugged a shoulder. A few minutes later he said, "So ya got hit in prison?" Sam nodded, "Women's prisons are just as violent as mens. Barely made it out alive." The conversation dies down and they both relax in front of the fire. The heat finally making it to their bones.
"Should eat and sleep. I'm gonna check the front." Daryl said before pulling away, taking just the sheets with him. Sam sighed while wrapping the blanket around her and grabbing a can of corn to eat.
She watched Daryl look out the window for any threats before searching through a closet for dry clothing. Pulling out a couple flannels and a pair of sweatpants he handed them over. "You take the pants I'll take the shirts," Sam said while dropping the blanket to pull on the shirts. Daryl turned around and pulled the pants up underneath the sheets, then wrapped the sheets around his shoulders. Sam finished buttoning up both flannels and then pulled the thin mattress in front of the fire. Wrapping the blanket around her, she curled up on the dirty bed. The fire was warming her and making her feel the exhaustion of the day.
"How many miles do yo think we ran today?" Sam mumbled sleepily while glancing over at Daryl. He grunted while chewing his thumb, "Pro'ly ten or more."
Sam grunted in disgust before her eyes dropped closed, finally falling asleep.
Earlier at the Prison
Merle and Michonne had reached the prison an hour after finding a car. They pulled in and everyone's faces dropped when they saw only two of them returning. Rick looked panicked and came running down the dirt road.
"What happened?" he asked with worried eyes. Merle climbed out of the driver's side and said, "Got separated by a herd. They're meeting us back here."
He didn't want to think about them out there by themselves. He didn't want everyone looking at him with mournful eyes. He couldn't handle them all writing the two of them off as dead already.
Michonne pulled out the large bags and handed them over to Tyreese and Karen. Rick's chin was dropped to his chest while his hands rest on his hips, "Should we go get them?" He looked up at Merle his brow furrowed.
"No. Daryl said he'd meet us here. Ain't gonna worry until tomorrow evening. They'll get back." Merle said while stomping away. He couldn't stand to be around anyone now. He needed some space to get his head on straight. He kept picturing Daryl and Sam running away, a sea of dead separating them. The last image he had of Sam was her wide eyes blues eyes searching him out before she disappeared.
Finding himself on the opposite side of the yard he started clearing the fence. His large blade was stabbing through the wires killing walkers while he kept his eyes away from the gate but eventually his skin felt tight and his chest ached. Turning toward the gate he stared while chain-smoking his last pack of cigarettes. They hadn't returned yet and since it was now dusk he knew they wouldn't be coming home that evening. There was no way either would risk traveling at night if they could avoid it. All Merle could hope for was them returning in the morning. If they weren't back by afternoon he would head out looking for them. He had no idea where they could be though. The herd seemed to be all over the area and he would only be guessing which direction they finally settled on while running. That thought alone was overwhelming.
Sam and Daryl POV
Daryl and Sam were pushing on the flimsy cabin door. Dead pounding and growling on the other side.
"Gonna get in!" she shouted while digging her bare feet into the wood floor trying to hold them off. Daryl was grunting at the weight but his arms were buckling under the pressure. "Fuck," he groaned as the wood started to crack down the middle, hands reaching in. Sam felt them grabbing her hair and she screamed in pain feel the tearing. A head smashed into the large crack, its teeth aiming for Daryl's bare shoulder.
"NO!" she screamed as its gnashing mouth latched onto Daryl shoulder.
"No, no, no!" she chanted while Daryl howled in pain.
"Run!" He shouted at her as the door cracked even more. Limbs and mouths clawing their way in.
"NO!" she shouted and felt her feet slipping out from underneath her. The door exploded inward and made her fall back onto her ass. Daryl was being tore apart in front of her eyes as she scooted away from the rotten corpses. His blood was pouring out and spreading across the wood floor, touching her feet. Clawing her way across the dirty wood floor she felt them latching onto her legs and all she could was scream.
"SAM! Wake the Fuck up!" Daryl was shaking her violently. Sam gasped, her body shuddering under his rough hands. "You're fine!"
She clawed at his arms and pushed her face into his chest, sobbing while gripping at his shoulders. She burrowed into his bare chest as he stiffly wrapped his arms around her. Her heart was clattering against her ribs while she still gasped jaggedly for air.
"Calm down, deep breathes." He rasped while trying to extract himself from her panicked grasp. Sam scooted away after feeling his uncomfortable posture and took deep gulps of air, her body shaking almost as violently as she had after crossing the frozen river.
"Deep breath and hold it," he said while staring at her.
She sucked in a breath and held it, her head pounding from fear. Letting it out shakily she took another in. After several minutes she caught her breath. With trembling hands she wiped her tear covered face and felt embarrassment flood her.
"Wanna talk 'bout it?" he asked gruffly sounding like it was the last thing on earth he would ever want to do.
Sam shook her head fearing saying the words would make it true. She grabbed the blanket and wrapped it tightly around her shivering body. Sam took another breath, squeezing her eyes shut tightly as if doing so would push the images away. Daryl moved away and looked out the window. A few walkers had made it up the mountainside and were headed toward the house.
"Fuckin rang the dinner bell girl," he grumbled while grabbing his crossbow. He looked back and said, "Stay here."
Sam jumped up her eyes wild, "Don't go!"
He narrowed his eyes and shook his head, "Gotta. Be right back."
Daryl stepped outside as Sam ran to the door to watch him. He was bare chested and bare foot as he shot both walkers from the porch. They both fell and Daryl stood there listening for others before heading back inside. Once inside he grabbed the sheets and wrapped himself back up, moving to the fire. It wasn't extremely cold outside but it was still cool enough to give him a chill. Sam joined him without being to close.
"Ya always have 'em?" he asked quietly while chewing on his thumb.
Sam nodded and said, "I can't… I can't seem to shake 'em."
"What was it about?" he asked turning toward her. She chewed her cheek and whispered, "The herd found us here and broke through. We were holding the door but it just… broke apart and then they tore you up while I watched. B-blood... I… tried to help I couldn't then they got me. I… fuck… I hate them."
He nodded and watched the coals burning in the small fireplace and said quietly, "They ain't out there. Nothin's gonna get ya or me."
Sam nodded again while biting her lip hard. The fear from the dream still coursing through her. Normally Merle would hold her until she slept but tonight she would just take over watch early.
"Gonna take watch, you sleep." She said while standing up.
"Ya need more rest. Ya only slept three hours." He said looking up at her. Sam shook her head and said, "I'm not gonna be able to sleep anymore tonight. Get some rest."
Sam walked away and leaned against the wall watching the dark forest surrounding them. She heard Daryl get settled and then soon after light snoring. Nothing like the loud bear snores that Merle emitted. Smirking at the thought of Merle hibernating in a cave like a huge brown bear. She had to cover her mouth to contain the laugh.
Evening at the Prison
Merle lay in his bed staring at the bunk above him. It felt empty and cold in his cell for the first time since he got there. Sam was usually crowding Merle, all wrapped around him and now he had too much space. He rolled on his side and looked at her things lying around the room. Merle was always bitching about her poor housekeeping skills and how she never put anything away. Now he was happy they were all over. It felt like she was with him in some way or at least that she would return. Feeling like a total pussy he smashed his face into her pillow and breathed in. The scent of her favorite shampoo and her normal musk lingered on the worn cotton pillowcase. He squeezed his eyes shut and pictured her laying with him. Pretended he was nuzzling his face into her hair and holding her soft yet muscular body. When he opened his eyes he realized they were a little watery and he growled at his weakness. Sitting up quickly he scrubbed his face and then shoved his feet into his shoes. Stalking out of the cellblock not even trying to keep his footsteps quiet he slammed his way outside. Taking in deep chest full breathes to shake the fear dwelling in his body. Pulling out his almost empty pack of smokes he walked over to the picnic bench and sat on top with his feet resting on the bench. It was just like the first night they spent at the prison. He could picture Sam sitting next to him staring up at the skiy, her body leaning back on her hands. He was aching for her and couldn't shake the fear of her not returning. No matter how many times he told the others they were fine and how many times he tried to convince himself they were going to return any minute, he was still steeped in dread.
The sound of footsteps had him lift his head to see Rick approaching him.
"They'll be fine." Rick said, his voice course from sleep or exhaustion.
"I know." Merle snapped while exhaling smoke through his nose. "Ain't worried bout 'em."
"Sure ya are. You love 'em both, 'course you're worried." Rick said sitting down next to Merle. Merle shifted uncomfortably and muttered, "Don't love 'er. Just… care if she gets 'erself killed s'all."
Rick leaned his elbows on his knees and drawled, "Merle anyone can see you love her. Nothin' to be ashamed of."
Merle narrowed his eyes at him and said, "Lis'en Sherriff. If I want your opinion on who I'm fuckin I'll ask but it ain't your business."
Rick raised his hands as if surrendering and said, "No offense meant Merle. Just sayin' it's a good to have that with someone."
Merle grumbled slightly flicking his spent cigarette butt to the courtyard. "Ain't nothin' special."
Rick nodded looking far from convinced but let it go. Merle wasn't going to give any leeway on his opinion on the matter. Having those feelings, no matter how much he enjoyed them, had always been seen to him as weakness. Having someone he felt strongly about clouded his mind. Him sitting outside in the middle of the night worrying was prime example of why it was a bad choice.
"She just got under my skin s'all. Shouldn' let her but… guess I'm fucked huh?" Merle rasped quietly, picking at the table top feeling oddly unsure of himself.
"No you're not fucked. You're fuckin lucky. Sam's a great girl. Strong. You two are good for each other." Rick said leaning back on his palms, stretching his legs out. "Helps she's cute too." Rick smirked and raised an eyebrow. Merle glared for a moment before laughing gruffly. "Ain't gonna deny that." He said while scratching his jaw. "Prettier than an old redneck deserves that's for fuckin sure."
Rick chuckled and then slaps a hand on his shoulder, squeezing slightly before hopping off the table, "Get some sleep. Bet they'll be back tomorrow afternoon. If not you and me will go out, look for 'em."
Merle nodded and watched the former cop walk back indoors. He sat there for another minute before heading inside himself. After reaching his cell he lay down and sighed loudly. He knew he wouldn't be sleeping but he could at least rest his tired body.
Sam and Daryl POV
The herd had moved on by the time Sam and Daryl snuck back to the river. The waters had receded some but was still high. Daryl had them hike further down stream to a narrower portion of the river and got them across by stepping on stones. Once across they backtracked to their bags and hauled them onto their shoulders. They began the long trek back to town to find a car. Sam hoped Merle wasn't freaking out too much. She wasn't worried about him making it home. Merle could take care of himself but knew he might go off the deep end searching for them if they didn't arrive home soon.
It took three hours to make it back to the hospital because of the rough terrain. The herd had passed on but there were a lot of stragglers and after some fast moving feet they finally reached their abandoned vehicle. Hopping in and letting out a collective sigh of relief they both looked at each other and laughed. "Jesus am I happy to see this piece of shit." Daryl said while grinning. Sam laughed and nodded, "Never been so happy to see the Shitsmobile."
Daryl snorted and turned the ignition over, pulling out of the hidden spot they parked. The drive went fast as Daryl pushed the car hard. They wanted to get back before Merle and Rick sent a group out looking for them. It took a couple hours to get home after avoiding a few groups of walkers clogging the roads but the tall prison fences finally came into view. Sam relaxed back into her seat when she saw the gates slide open to let them in.
"Home sweet home," she said smirking at Daryl. "Thanks for savin' my ass back there."
"Ya helped just as much as me," he said glancing over at her. "Y'gonna tell Merle 'bout… ya know."
"What that we had a torrid love affair which will result in many babies? Of course." She said with a grin.
"Stop," he said while rolling his eyes, pulling into the small spot they kept the car. Sam laughed and shrugged, "I'll tell him we saved our asses from frostbite. It's no big deal."
He nodded and climbed out. Merle gave him a half hug, slamming his hand on his back, "Good to see ya baby brother." Daryl nodded and grabbed the duffle bags from the trunk while greeting the others.
Merle walked around the car and pulled Sam into a hug, his mouth flush against her ear, "Missed ya Sugar." Sam pulled back and kissed him gently and said, "We told you we'd meet you at home didn't we?"
Merle shook his head and said, "Don't fuckin do that again ya hear?" Sam laughed and shrugged, "I'll try but it's not like we had a choice."
Merle squeezed her again and asked, "So what happen? Where'd ya go?"
Daryl shifted uncomfortably and cleared his throat, "Gonna take these in." He practically ran away which made Sam snort loudly.
"What the fuck's his problem?" Merle asked scratching his neck. Sam shook her head and said, "He thinks your gonna kick his ass for something."
Merle narrowed his eyes and asked, "Is there somethin' I should beat his ass for?"
Sam shook her head and told him about their run, the river crossing and the need to share body heat.
"So he kept ya from dyin'? Why would I be pissed 'bout that?" Merle asked while crossing his arms.
"Because we were in are skivvies." She said leaning against the wall smoking the last of Merle's cigarettes. Merle snorted and snagged her smoke, taking a deep drag before handing it back. "Did he make a move on ya Sugar?" Merle asked raising an eyebrow while giving her a cocky smirk, "Did another Dixon charm your clothes off?"
Sam barked out a laugh and shook her head, "He had to yank 'em off actually…" She trailed off and wiggled her eyebrows. Merle glared at her and cocked his head to the side as if trying to decide if she was joking.
Sam grinned, "My hands were to frozen. I couldn't move 'em. He helped me. I had to practically force him to sit with me. I felt like a leper."
"Fuckin baby. Probably closest he's gotten to a slice for years." Merle said pulling Sam toward him. Sam smirked and laid her forehead against his chest.
"I'm gonna fuck with him now." Merle said with a contemplative look, "Thinkin' I'll go 'n give 'im shit for gettin' my woman nekkid."
Sam laughed and shook her head, "Don't be mean."
"Come on! That's what brothers are for. Ain't no fun if I don' get to fuck with him." Merle explained while leaning back to look down at her, "Come on Sugar."
Sam smiled and said, "I didn't know you ever asked permission for shit."
Merle growled and dug his fingers into her side, tickling her viciously. Sam squealed and pulled away, running from him. "Gonna get it girl."
"Yeah right old man. Gotta catch me." Sam shouted from across the courtyard while she snuck inside. Sam bound into the cellblock running toward her cell, passing confused faces. She could hear Merle's his heavy footsteps behind her and just as she reached the stairs a strong arm grabbed her, throwing her over his shoulder. Sam screamed and flailed while people laughed. Merle smacked her ass, "Tol' ya Sugar."
"Shuddup old man!" she shouted while he carried up the stairs easily. Sam couldn't see him but heard Merle say in a gruff voice, "Gonna talk to ya real soon Darylina. Better not hide from me neither!"
Sam giggled while looking at the world upside down.
"Come on Merle. It was nothin'" Daryl said nervously. Sam could picture him gnawing on his thumb anxious like.
"Don' care. Gonna a have chat 'bout your extra curricular activities with my girl." Merle growled. Merle sat her down on the walkway, holding her elbow when she swayed. Once on her feet Sam saw people looking at the scene with new worried eyes. Sam smirked and glanced at Daryl who was glaring at her. "What ya tell him?" he demanded angrily pointing at her.
"I told him all about it Daryl." Sam said suggestively but couldn't keep the smile and laugh from erupting. "Merle let him off the hook, he's gonna punch me or something."
Merle gave Daryl a cocky grin, "Thanks for not letting her freeze brother. Just fuckin witya."
"Fuck you Merle, y'all are assholes." Daryl grumbled stomping down the stairs.
Sam smacked Merle in the stomach making him grunt. "Go apologize. Jesus."
Merle scrunched up his face like he smelled something bad, "Ain't apologizin' for shit."
"Merle." Sam said firmly, her hands on her hips. Merle gave her a wolfish grin and shook his head, "Think your meany face works on me, girl?"
"No but maybe I'll just sleep on the top bunk tonight." Sam said with a raised eyebrow. Merle glared at her and grumbled under his breath while stomping down the stairs toward Daryl. Sam smirked and looked down to the lower level to see Hershel smiling at her. Sam shrugged with a smirk and said, "It's the only way to get him to do shit."
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