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"Did you apologize?" Sam asked Merle while drying her hair with a towel. Merle grunted in response while flopping onto the bed, his hand behind his head, "Fuckin' pussy can't take a joke."

He couldn't believe he let Sam talk him to apologizing to his brother. In the old days they would have had a fistfight, drank some shine and shared a smoke. Merle wanted to be angry with her for making him soft but just couldn't. He watched Sam pull on one of his tank tops and a pair of sweats. She climbed in bed with him, curling around him. Merle couldn't keep the smirk off his face at it. 'Fuckin whipped bastard Dixon,' he scoffed to himself.

"I have watch in a half hour. Y'gonna be ok to sleep?" he asked in his gravelly voice. Sam sat up on her elbow, looking down at him, "I'll try but it probably won't happen. Had a bad one last night. Scratched the shit outta Daryl."

Merle cocked an eyebrow, "Oh yeah?"

Sam nodded and sighed, "Dreamt the herd got in, ate Daryl, got me." Merle squeezed her closer and said, "Sorry Sugar."

She smiled sadly and shook her head, "It's ok. I guess I'm just gonna have 'em all the time now… Never had them as a kid, not like this anyways."

"More t'be scared of nowadays I s'pose." Merle rasped, his hand trailing up and down her arm. She nodded, biting her lip, "Wanna take my mind off it?"

Merle smirked and drawled, "Got any ideas how?"

Sam was sliding down the bed before he could blink. His brows furrowed but then raised to his hairline when Sam had his pants unbuckled and his cock in her mouth within seconds. "Godoffuck." He hissed through his teeth, his hand diving into those soft locks. "Gonna kill me girl." He groaned.

Looking down at her, Merle watched she smile around his dick before she went to town. His hand buried in her hair while he bit his lip to keep the animalistic growls clawing their way out of his chest. She stroked and sucked in a fast rhythm causing Merle to clench his eyes shut tightly trying to control his breathing. Heart bruising his ribs as it pounded rapidly. Soon he couldn't hold back.

With his feet flat on the bed Merle raised his hips to meet her with shallow thrusts. Sam moaned around him, vibrations making his stomach clench deeply.

"Fuckin' shit." He growled, his fingers tightening in her hair. "Close Sam." He panted his head arched back. Sam hummed her hand stroking while she sucked.

Seconds later Merle tensed, his hips rocking into her mouth. She swallowed him down while stroking her hands up his stomach achingly slow. Merle tried to catch his breath as he watched Sam smirk while dragging the back of her hand across her wet lips.

"I'm distracted, how 'bout you?" She asked before biting her swollen lip. Merle snorted and grabbed the back of her neck and kissed her deeply. Merle moaned at the taste of himself on her soft tongue.

"Fuck girl. Can't get nuff ya." He moaned before resting his forehead against hers. Sam smiled and kissed him lightly, her lips teasing his. "You gotta go baby," she whispered her blunt fingernails dragging down the back of his head. Merle moaned at the sensation and tucked his face against her neck.

"Don' wanna." He groaned, his breath hot against her neck.

"I'm sorry sweets," she said giving him a fake pout. Merle mock sneered at her before biting her pouty bottom lip. She yelped and smacked his chest, "Jerk, that hurt."

Merle chuckled and kissed her mouth softly, tonguing her swollen lip. "M'sorry Shugah," Merle drawled his accent rough and gritty. Sam moaned at the sensation and his sex voice. He smirked against her mouth and pulled back. "Try to sleep. If ya can't, come visit me."

Sam nodded before rolling off the bed to let him get up. She watched him slide his metal sleeve on and put the bayonet blade in a sheath in case he needed to use it. After putting his gun in a hip holster he bent down to kiss Sam goodbye. "Get some rest ok?" Sam smiled softly, kissing him chastely. "Will do old man."

Merle leaned on the railing of the guard tower. It was the only one that could be salvaged after the Governor's attack. It wasn't enclosed like it used to be but it gave them the height they needed to see beyond the fences. While smoking his nightly cigarette he saw Daryl approaching from the side yard after doing a perimeter check. His crossbow sticking up above his shoulder, his hands deep in his pockets to combat the chill. Merle tipped his chin to Daryl as he passed but heard him climbing the stairs instead of going in to sleep. Turning slightly as his brother made it to the tower, Merle blew smoke out to the side. "Problems Darylina?" he drawled giving him a cocky smirk. Daryl grunted and stood next to him, his forearms leaning on the rail.

"She tell ya she had a bad dream out there?" Daryl asked, biting his thumb while looking beyond the fences.

"Yeah, said she hurt ya?" Merle asked with a grin Daryl snorted, "Scratched up my arms like a goddamn pissed off alley cat."

Merle chuckled and shook his head, "Yeah. Bes' to stand back some when she comin' outta it."

Daryl grunted and picked at a scab on his arm from her nails. Merle looked over and grunted, "Thanks for dealin' with it. Ain't pretty when she panics like that."

Daryl shrugged, "S'nothin'. She was just scared s'all. Couldn't breath."

Merle nodded, scratching his chin while taking the last drag off his smoke. He flicked it over the railing and turned to his brother slightly, "Sleeps better when I'm there. Don' know why but she does."

Daryl chewed his lip a minute and said, "So ya love 'er?"

Merle snorted and shook his head, "Why's everybody sayin shit like that? Can' we just fuck without all the feelin's?"

Daryl snorted, "Ya ain't just fuckin 'er, Merle. I seen the girls ya just fuck. She ain't no barfly ya bang when loaded."

"Well yeah she fuckin' prettier than any other tail I got." Merle laughed giving him a cocky grin.

"Nah. Not just looks man. She… she's different." Daryl said gnawing the cuticle off his thumb, making it bleed. Merle slapped his hand away, "Stop that baby thumb suckin shit brother."

"Fuck off," Daryl grumbled but kept his hand away. Merle smirked and shook his head, "Yeah she ain't no junkie trollop. She's fuckin… shit shes gorgeous, funny as fuck and a strong lil bitch. Don' see myself findin' anyone like 'er or anyone better."

"So, ya love 'er then." Daryl said glancing over with a smirk. Merle glared and growled, "Fuck off Darylina. Ain't out here to gab with my lil sister all night. Got shit to do." Daryl chuckled and slapped Merle on the back.

"Just wonderin' s'all Merle. It's good. You're better with 'er." Daryl said before heading downstairs. Merle grunted and leaned against the railing, his leg propped up in the bottom rung. He fiddled with his knife, tapping it lightly against the metal frame. The fence was lined with walkers, their moans and groans echoing into the forest. Merle sighed and scrubbed his face. He was tired and wanted to go to bed to his girl. He decided to take daytime watches from now on. Sleeping with Sam is necessary for both of them now. She can't sleep without him and he sleeps better knowing she's with him.

Merle watched the forest blandly as he thought about Rick and Daryl bringing up the L-word. Seemed like everybody wanted to know or thought they knew what he was feeling. It wasn't like Merle didn't have feelings, he just wasn't used to paying any attention to them. They didn't help get shit done. They usually hindered it truthfully.

Merle knew what love was. Well he knew what the premise was and sure he loved his brother. Daryl was the only person Merle would dare say loved him back. At least he used to be the only one. But now?

Now there was Sam.

His Sam.

Samantha.

Merle didn't call her by that but occasionally when they were sitting outside in the warm breeze, the name would roll through his head. It felt good to think about. Good to mouth. Like it would roll off his tongue easily. He would glance at her out of the corner of his eye, watching the ripple of air combing through her blonde hair and barely contain himself from uttering it out loud. For some reason it felt like a prayer. It made Merle feel slightly unworthy of speaking it. It felt intimate. Erotic even.

It wasn't like Sam told him not to call her it but it felt like something he had to earn in some weird way. Merle knew he would call her by it one day. Slip up and rasp it. His rough gravel cadence gasped in the curve of her neck. He hoped when he did it, he had earned the right to whisper it. Pray with it. Worship it. Worship her.

'Fucking girl,' he thought with a slight shake to his head in disbelief. 'My fuckin' sweet girl.'

What Merle liked about his girl was the rough exterior surrounding such sweetness. She cared about… No, she cared deeply about Merle. Sam was the first person to ever show that. Show it openly and without shame. With no ulterior motive for drugs or a couch to sleep on. She cared about him because of who he was. Sam didn't care about his past shitty behavior. She cared about how he was now. Who he was now. And it was that fact that kept him from backsliding. It kept him moving forward and being a better person. Merle would catch himself not saying or doing something that months ago wouldn't have made him blink an eye. Like making up with his brother instead of letting him suffer. He used to get a kick out of making his brother miserable. Well shit he still enjoyed it but not as much as before and he actually felt guilty about doing it.

"Fuckin' girl," Merle scoffed to himself. "Twisted me up somethin' awful."

Sam was dozing when Merle finally slipped into bed near dawn. She hadn't slept well, mainly short twenty minute intervals interrupted by sudden jolts of alertness. There wasn't anything particular waking her other than her paranoia of having a nightmare.

His warm frame wrapped around her, pulling her into his chest. She rolled over and tucked her head under his chin, his chest vibrating with a moan of contentment. Giving him a kiss in the center of his chest Sam lay her forehead against the warm skin. Timing her breathing with his she felt her body finally relax.

Sleep was rolling over her when she felt his breath against her neck. The rasp of whispered words that she wasn't sure she was supposed to hear. Words that he probably didn't mean to say out loud. Sam's eyes felt heavy, her body lax as the words caused goose bumps to break out across her neck. Softer than anything Merle had ever uttered before, "Love ya Samantha."

Merle woke up to Sam stroking his back, her soft fingers trailing along the largest of his scars. His eyes blinked open slowly, feel dry and scratchy. "Ch'doin' girl?" he asked his voice rougher than normal.

"Nothin'." She whispered, "Sorry I woke ya."

"t'sfine. Ya ok?" he rasped, his arm tightening around her. She hummed nodding against him, her hand stopping but staying flat. He closed his eyes and soaked in the warmth of her body. Merle thought back on his inner conversations the night before. The realization that the girl in his arms had burrowed her way deep into his chest. She'd set down roots and there was no way she was going anywhere, not that he wanted her to anyways. Letting his hand move over her body, the soft skin gliding underneath his rough life worn palm.

"Ya always so soft, Sugar." He drawled his face tucking against her hair. Merle felt her smile against his chest, her fingers sliding along his back to his ribs. Grunting at the ticklish twitch she caused he trapped her hand from continuing. "Stop," he grumbled pulling her hand to rest against his chest, his fingers encircling her tiny wrist. Merle drifted off again, the heat from her palm rest against his heart making him content. Sam's body melted into his and they spent an hour sleeping and soaking up each others affection.

"Merle," she whispered.

"Yeah Sugar?" he asked gravelly. His eyes peeking open slightly. Smiling at her sleepy face, her hair messy from him nuzzling into it. She smiled at him softly and shook her head, "Nothin' Just like being like this with you."

"You're such a pussy." He joked his arm wrapping her up closer. Sam laughed and shrug a shoulder, "S'pose so. Good thing you like pussy."

Merle laughed gruffly and hummed in agreement. A knock on the cell door caused Sam to startle slightly but Merle just held her closer.

"Wha'?" he barked while turning his head away from Sam's ear.

"Need to go hunt Merle." Daryl said from the other side of the curtain. Merle grunted unhappily. Sam laughed and nuzzled into him even more, making him groan. He didn't want to get out of bed. Sam's tight little body all wrapped up in him was the only thing he wanted to do that day.

"Go ya'self fucker." Merle grunted making Sam laugh louder. Daryl could be heard pissing and moaning behind the curtain.

"Come on Merle. Gotta get a deer and could use some back up while I track." Daryl told him. Merle growled, "Fine. Be down in ten."

Merle listened to his brother walk away before pulling back to see Sam. Smiling at her Merle cupped her face, "Could stay in bed with ya all day Sugar."

Sam smirked and nodded slowly, "I know. Me too but someone's gotta bring home the bacon."

Merle snorted and shook his head, "If only. Maybe we can find us a boar out there." They kissed slowly, both ignoring their morning breath and dry mouths. His thumb traced along the scar on her jaw, his mouth working against hers. After a few minutes he pulled back, "Ok Git girl or I ain't ever gettin' up."

Sam laughed quietly and slid out of bed, changing into her cargo pants and long sleeve t-shirt. As she laced up her tall boots Merle fixed his sleeve.

"We gotta add the new padding in there tonight, be careful while using it today." Sam said while bent over, sliding her extra blade into her boot. Standing up she hugged him tightly, "Be safe baby."

Merle rolled his eyes, "Stop. Ain't no baby."

Sam laughed and smacked his ass, "Go. Daryl's probably pissing and moaning even louder by now."

"Fine. Later we'll work on my sleeve." Merle said kissing her quickly before sauntering downstairs.

Sam used the restroom before making her way to the common room and thought about the whispered words she heard on Merle lips the night before. He didn't seem any different, other than being more affectionate. Sam was pretty sure he didn't mean to say them but that just meant he was thinking about it. Sam wasn't sure if she could say them back if he said them.

'Liar,' she scoffed inwardly while shaking her head.

Sam knew what they had was more than sex. They trusted each other which was a difficult thing to have for both of them. Neither had been given much opportunity to trust others before or after then turn. Merle though, Sam trusted Merle and she could see how that trust, that closeness they have, could actually be love.

'Love.' she rolled her eyes.

Sam was never one of those girls. The ones falling for boys or men at the drop of a hat. She'd been disappointed too many times in life to believe in such fairy tales. This felt different though. This wasn't a fairy tale romance. This was real life and with real life came real substance. Merle proved his feelings for her by actions. He didn't know her when he saved her from Woodbury but he knew her now and he chose to be with her. Chose to wake her up from nightmares. Hold her while she slept. It was more than friendship, more than sex. It was... well fuck Sam loved Merle Dixon.

'Fuck,' she muttered while scooping a bowl of oats and chucking in a handful of dried cranberries.

Sam sat across from Michonne who was eating a bowl of oats. "Gonna go checkout some nearby areas for tracks. You wanna go with?" Michonne asked while scraping her bowl clean. Sam raised an eyebrow, "You were going out by yourself?"

"Yeah." She said dropping her bowl with the other dirty dishes. Sam finished her quickly and nodded, "Yeah. Let's do it."

"Don't have to ask your man?" Michonne asked with a wolfish grin. Sam rolled her eyes, "He's out huntin' and he'd just say no, sooooo, no I won't be asking."

Sam jogged up stairs and got a few things packed away before grabbing her handgun and rifle. Once outside she met up with Michonne who was speaking to Rick. Sam walked up and heard Rick protesting them going beyond the fences.

"Don't think it's a good idea. At least wait for Daryl or Merle." Rick was saying, his hands resting on his hips.

Sam chewed her lip. In one way she was in agreement with Rick in another she wasn't one to balk at working. They needed to find the bastard, Sam and Michonne being the two most adamant about doing it. Well besides Merle and Daryl who both wanted to gut the guy.

"We won't be gone long. We'll take a car, checkout out the area and head back." Sam told him while opening the car door and setting her rifle inside.

"And what do I tell Merle when he gets back to find ya missin'?" Rick asked his head tilted to the side, his eyebrow raised.

"You tell him I went to run an errand." She said knowing deep down Merle was going to flip his shit when he found out she left. Sam wasn't even sure why she was fighting to go. It wasn't like she hated being behind the fences but she felt like she could contribute more than washing clothed and clearing fences. Rick sighed and scrubbed his face, "If he flips his shit when he gets back I'm holdin' ya responsible."

Sam smirked and shrugged, "I'll be fine. So will he."

Michonne climbed into the driver's seat and Sam in the passenger. Once outside the fences they began driving west toward the other suburb near Woodbury. Michonne had been scouring the local maps and saw a small housing development in the woods. They were summer cabins for rich folk wanting a getaway from the city. Michonne shoved a cd into the stereo and tapped along to the rhythm of some one hit wonder pop-rock band. Sam smirked at her and said, "Didn't figure you for a pop rock fan."

"Oh yeah. What did you think? And if you say rap or reggae I'm going to kick your ass." she asked with a grin.

Sam laughed loudly and shook her head, "Nah. I would've guessed classical maybe. You're quiet. Like your silence."

"I guess I did like quieter shit. I enjoyed jazz and classical, some classic rock." She replied turning down the back road toward the housing development. "You think Merle's gonna freak out?"

"If he gets back before we do, probably." Sam said while biting her lip nervously. "S'pose he has a right I guess."

Michonne smirked, "Your whooped."

"Fuck you," Sam grumbled but smirked. "Fuck I am aren't I. I never would've let someone tell me shit or make me do shit but Merle…. I don't know."

"You love him," Michonne stated as she swerved around an abandoned vehicle. Sam shrugged, "I don't know. I never really had that before. I mean I had boyfriends and shit but they were always losers. My last one… fuckin asshole."

"But now?" Michonne asked with a smirk. Sam rolled her eyes and shrugged, "I'm not sure. Maybe... Probably."

"What did you do before all this shit?" Michonne asked turning down another road.

"I was a criminal." Sam said with a grin, "Literally got out of prison two weeks before the turn."

Michonne guffawed and shook her head, "Now you're livin' in one. Shit that sucks."

"Yep. Home sweet home." She replied as she looked out the window at the upcoming development. "You?"

"Mom." Michonne said quietly, "Before that I worked in an art gallery."

Sam smiled sadly, "Sorry."

"Don't worry about it." Michonne said her tone flat letting Sam know the conversation was over. Sam watched out the window as they pulled into the small road leading up to the large homes. Michonne parked so they could escape fast if need be and they both climbed out. Moving quietly they circled the whole neighborhood first looking for any signs of life. The area was quiet with only the sound of trees blowing in the wind. The rustle of leaves and branches clacking together. The development only had a dozen homes in it so they decide to search them all for walkers or signs of life before looking for supplies. Starting in the very back of the neighborhood Michonne led them up to a large stone porch with giant wood beam supporters. It was a mission style cabin with a red door and red shutters.

"These places are fuckin nice," Sam whispered while peering through the window at the lavish lodge cabin furniture and slate stone floors.

"Must've been nice," Michonne muttered while knocking to alert any shuffle corpses to their arrival. After a full minute of silence Michonne tried the door handle. It was locked and there was no window near by to break.

"Hold up," Sam whisper before lifting the doormat finding a spare key. Smirking she wiggled it in front of Michonne making her roll her eyes. "Fuckin morons," she muttered making Sam laugh quietly.

They moved into the lavish home and started to the clear the rooms. It was a large cabin with four bedrooms and a few bathrooms. The basement was finished and turned into a game room and laundry area. The place looked to have been empty for quite awhile. Dust collecting on all the surfaces and cob webs taking over the corners. Sam peeked in the kitchen cabinets to see if they were going to find any supplies and had the wind knocked out of her.

"Holy shit," she gasped seeing the shelves packed full. Michonne wandered up and whistle, "Shit. Guess we're gonna need a bigger car."

"Yeah. Probably have to park out front and load up. Gonna need to do a couple trips to haul everything back if all the houses are like this." Sam said closing the cabinet door.

They moved onto the next home, which was just as nice but housed three very smelly corpses. Sam took out one while Michonne slices through the other two quickly and efficiently. Once the home was cleared of walkers and signs of life they checked out the kitchen. This house was not as stocked. The walkers who lived there at one point having eaten up their supplies before they died. Sam did find a couple handguns which she pocketed instead of leaving them behind. Michonne did a quick check of the bathroom for first aid and found a couple boxes of bandages but nothing else worth taking at the moment.

The two moved on, clearing house and checking for signs of the governor or other living people. The neighborhood seemed untouched except for the remain residents who were now walkers. After killing over a dozen undead the houses were all cleared. They found enough supplies to warrant a return trip with more people and a bigger vehicle. Sam and Michonne returned to the first house which had the most supplies and parked in its front yard. They found plastic bins in the garage and filled them with canned goods and boxed dry goods. The trunk was full within the hour. After searching the garage they found three full gas tanks that they must have used for the two ATVs parked in the third garage spot. Sam found a secrete stash of smokes in the garage as well as a bottle of Jack. She wiggled it in the air at Michonne who grinned widely. "Drinkin tonight?"

"Of course. You, me and some of those fucking twinkies we found. We did the work we get the spoils!"

Michonne chuckled and picked up the few sleeping bags stacked on the shelves. Sam went upstairs and searched through the bathroom cabinets grabbing all the unopened toiletries and first aid supplies. The owners of the house liked bulk items since they were so far off the beat track. She found giant Costco sized boxes of tampons and condoms. She smirked and added them to the large suitcase she found. Moving downstairs she found Michonne staring at the painting above the mantel. "Like it?" Sam asked as the suitcase thumped down the stairs heavily. Michonne looked back and said, "Yeah. Reminds me of a piece I had in my place."

"Take it." Sam said rolling the large bag to the door. "We got room."

Michonne tilted her head while looking at it for a moment. Shrugging she grabbed the small painting and tucked it under her arm. "My cell needs some color."

Sam smirked and nodded, "Ok lets go and maybe we'll be home before Hurricane Merle tears the prison up looking for me."

Michonne chuckled and peeked outside. Seeing the area still clear they moved to the car, shoving the last of their finds inside. Michonne started the car and head out for the prison. The drive was smooth and they only needed to avoid a few groups of walkers roaming the streets. It had taken them most of the day to clear the houses and with the hour drive home they pulled in just before dusk. Sam could already see Merle standing at the guard tower, his arms crossed.

"Shit, he doesn't look happy." Michonne stated watching Carl open the gates.

"I'll bribe him with Jack Daniels and pussy." Sam quipped with a huge grin. Michonne wrinkled her nose, "Gross. Don't tell me things like that. Its bad enough I hear you guys goin' at it every night."

Sam blushed, "Sorry. I didn't think we were that loud."

"Oh Sugar… Fuck yes Sugar, Fuck Girl So Hot!" Michonne moaned in a terrible Merle impersonation. Sam laughed loudly and covered her face. "Shit. I'm sorry."

They pulled into the parking spot the car is kept and were met by Rick and Glenn. Glenn was smiling widely at all the supplies packed into the tiny car.

"Well that looks successful." Rick said peering into the car.

"Yeah place was packed. We gotta go back to get the rest. This was one house. Probably six more with just as much." Sam said looking at Merle approach.

Glenn looked at him stalking up the hill, "You better go calm him down. He wasn't to happy earlier."

Sam chewed her lip and walked toward him. "Hey there handsome." She said trying to butter him up.

"Don' even try tha' shit Sam. Can' believe ya went out there by ya'self." He said angrily while clasping a hand on her arm. He walked her away from everyone his grip tight but not painful. Sam put a hand on his chest, "I wasn't alone. I had Michonne who you know is full capable of being out there. We were careful, didn't run into any trouble and found a ton of supplies."

"I don' give a flyin' fuck who ya went out with or what ya found. Ya ain't going out there again ya hear?!" he growled his body leaning down toward her.

"Since when do you demand shit like that?" she asked her brow furrowed.

"Since now. Ya' do what I say girl. Ain't play with ya 'bout this." He hissed his hand tightening slightly. Sam yanked her arm away as irritation flared inside her chest. "I can take care of myself." Sam growled.

"Oh yeah? That why I found ya cowerin' at the Governor's feet huh? Cuz you can take care of ya'self? That why?" he bellowed his finger pointing at her angrily.

Sam glowered at him for throwing that in her face, her anger bubbling over. "Go fuck yourself Merle!" Sam snapped her hands in fists by her side.

"Fuck myself huh? What? I hit the nail on the head? Huh? Can't take the truth Sugar?" He sneered crossing his arms while his chest was puffed out.

"Well I won't be stumbling into anymore of YOUR FRIENDS traps now that I know what to look for." She said harshly, her eyes flaring.

Merle glared at her and huffed out an irritated snort. "Ya know what? Just go. Get ate, get killed. Why should I give a shit huh?" His voice low and rough, he face steely.

"Exactly why should you?" She replied before turning away to unload the car. She felt her anger burning through her like a wildfire. People were watching the argument and it made her even angrier. Two of the Woodbury women whispered as she went past making her lash out.

"You got a fuckin' problem bitch?" she growled turning toward them. They looked at her wide eyed and hurried away. Sam glared at their backs before turning back to the car. She muttered obscenities as she picked up a large box of canned goods.

Feeling eyes on her she looked up to see Daryl.

"Don't fuckin start Dixon or I'm kicking your nuts into your throat." She threatened. He raised and eyebrow and said, "Don' take it out on me. You're the one bein' stupid, goin' out there tryin' t'get killed."

Sam threw the box onto the ground and jammed a finger into his chest. "Why don't you and your brother go fuck yourselves? I've been takin' care of myself my whole fuckin' life. I survived shit you can't even fuckin imagine. I don't need some big strong man to do shit for me. Got it?"

Sam yanked the box up off the ground and stomped inside. She was infuriated by their need to treat her like some weak woman. They had no idea what she was actually capable of. The things she did in prison, the things she did to keep her uncle alive after the turn. Putting up with Governor's abuse and not saying a word. She knew Merle would have a problem with her going out but she didn't think he would demand she stay behind the fences. It was ridiculous. She had skills she could use. She wasn't afraid to be out there like most. Keeping her indoors would be a waste of an asset.

Michonne raised an eyebrow at her when she dropped the box angrily. "Trouble in paradise?" she asked while leaning against a table in the common room.

"Fuck you," she growled and crossed her arms while clenching her jaw.

"How 'bout we take that booze and those twinkies and find a place to hangout for a few hours?" Michonne suggested with an eyebrow cocked. Sam smirked and nodded. "I got a place," Sam stated before walking outside for her pack.

Sam and Michonne sat on the roof propped against the small retaining wall surrounding the edge. They passed the bottle of liquor back and forth while eating stale twinkies. Sam sighed and laid her head back watching the last of the daylight escape from the night.

"Can't believe he threw that in my face." She grumbled while sipping from the bottle.

"The Governor shit?" Michonne asked, licking cream off her finger tips. Sam nodded and hummed, "Yeah. Bullshit. I know I fucked up that day. I didn't trust my gut. I knew something was off, I just… I needed supplies for my uncle."

"How'd they get you?" Michonne asked her head tilted to the sky.

"Jumped me on my way, knocked me in the head with somethin'. I knew something was off. The supplies left out in the open. A Little bit of everything to entice someone. No dust on it. Knew it but was desperate." Sam said with a sigh. "Won't make the same mistake again."

Michonne nodded, chewing her lip. "What he said wasn't right, throwin' it in your face like you deserved it but… I guess ya shoulda talked to him first."

"I know but it wasn't like I knew I was going. Like I hid it. Just happened. I don't need to be reminded of how I fucked up, I got plenty of reminders on my body let alone in my fucked up head." Sam said angrily, sipping more liquid fire, hisses at the burn. Michonne took the bottle and after another sip closed the lip. "No more. Lets save it."

Sam sighed loudly and laid down completely. She stared at the dark sky and her hands behind her head. Michonne followed suit and they laid in companionable silence. Sam was falling asleep by the time Michonne said they should head back before they started sending out a search and rescue party. Sam sighed again and struggled to her feet. The effects of the booze hitting her hard. Giggling as she tripped over her own feet Michonne chuckled, grabbing her elbow.

"Fuckin' light weight," Michonne muttered as she helped Sam down the ladder. Once on the ground they wandered back to the prison common room. They saw people finishing up dinner and heading to bed. Merle and Daryl were sitting at a table together, their dishes empty while the talked quietly. Sam could feel his eyes on her as she grabbed a bottle of water and headed to the cellblock. She was still pissed off and not needing another argument. In the cell she sat down to remove her boots and weapons. The curtain pulled open but she didn't look up from what she was doing.

"Jus' gonna ignore me now huh?" Merle drawled his shadow hovering above her. Same snorted, "What do you want me to do Merle?"

"Say hi?" he said flatly.

"Hi Merle." She responded finally looking up at him. He raised an eyebrow and asked, "Y'drunk?"

"Maybe," she muttered while pulling off her shirt and pants. Merle grunted and sat down heavily. "Ain't sharin?"

"Oh I shared. Me and Michonne had a party." She bragged, pulling on one of his tank tops over her panties before sliding into bed behind him. Merles eyes were drilling holes into her as she lay down, his eyes burning a path down her body.

"Y'swingin' that way now huh?" Merle asked pulling his shirt off and unbuckling his pants. Sam snorted and rolled her eyes. "What makes you think I never swung that way before?"

His eyes darkened and he crawled over her, "Ya sayin y'ate pussy before Sugar?"

"I was in prison." She quipped. Merle growled slightly and said, "I'd pay to see that. Maybe ya 'n that Georgia peach of the chinamans. Be hot."

"Fuck off Merle. I'm still mad at you, Dick." She said pulling away as he tried to kiss her.

"Fuck girl I stand behind what I said." He grumbled lying down next to her. Sam rolled her eyes, "What you said was mean. Don' ever throw the Governor shit back in my face Merle. I mean it."

Merle sighed and dropped his chin to his chest, "Ok that was over the line but shit Sugar. I just want to keep ya safe. Ain't safe out there."

"No shit. I know that Merle. We were careful. Michonne lived out there by herself, I had a group but was out doing all the runs by myself. I fucked up that day with the Governor's trap. I know that and I will fuckin' pay for it forever. I got enough reminders carved into my body. I don't need you rubbing it in. Okay?" she stated with a cocked eyebrow.

"Ok. I won't…. m'sorry I said it but I was fuckin pissed. I get home expectin' ya clearin' fences or some shit and they tell me ya up and left. Ain't right of ya to do that." He said his hand brushing hair off her forehead.

"I didn't know she planned on leaving. She was going by herself. I didn't want her to. I won't go without telling you next time."

"Aint gonna be a next time. I'm goin' with ya when ya leave these walls." He said firmly, "Ain't playin'. If ya leave, I leave. No more chances."

Sam nodded, "Fine but I'm not some fragile bitch ok? I've never been coddled, not even as a kid. I don't need you babying me."

"Fine. Now how about you give me some of that booze and we fuck." He said grinning wolfishly at her. Sam smirked and said, "In my bag and theres twinkies and smokes in there I found. Oh and Merle… tone down the Oh Sugar as you cum, Michonne said it echoes in here."

Merle grinned widely, "Oh I know it does Sugar, why do ya think I holler it?"

AWWWW Merle's sleepy love you's are the best.

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