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This chapter contains adult content because Merle's a pervert and Sam loves it.
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~JES~
Merle and Sam were repairing his arm sleeve to help keep his wrist healthy. After removing the old flimsy lining they worked together cutting and maneuvering the foaming padding. Merle liked when he looked up to find Sam biting her tongue in concentration as she cut the pattern out. He found himself grinning like a fool while he snuck glimpses of her being adorable. For the last couple days he'd been thinking about her. Hell he always thought about her but recently it had been about what he exactly felt for her and if she felt the same for him.
The day before when he returned from hunting to find her missing from the prison he nearly lost his shit. Merle was seconds from beating the fuck out of Grimes for allowing her to leave. Daryl kept him in control though by getting it through his thick head that Sam was the furthest thing from a woman who listened to reason. She was as hard headed and stubborn as Merle and that was saying something. Something bad most likely. Rick was adamant he advised against it but both women refused to accept it.
The whole time Merle waited for her to return he thought of what could happen to her out there, how he might never know what happened if she never returned. Images of the Governor finding her or some other bastard finding her and taking plagued him. Sam was capable, more capable than most but she had her limitations. She was strong but not nearly enough to fight off a group or some big motherfucker. Not to mention the herd they just ran into. 'What if they are stuck in the middle of that?' he had asked himself worriedly.
Merle couldn't believe the physical pain he was feeling from worrying about her. His chest ached something awful and he was too nauseous to eat. It was fucking ridiculous is what it was.
When their car pulled in and she was obviously safe and sound Merle couldn't help but be absolutely furious then. Such relief followed by such rage made his head spin. The urge to shake her until her teeth chattered was difficult to overcome. He opted for a verbal lashing, spouting off bullshit about the Governor and basically implying she deserved it.
'Yer such a bastard Dixon,' he had berated himself while kicking rocks into the faces of a walkers outside the fence.
She forgave him though after a well-deserved tongue lashing but they were right as rain again. Merle had never been in a relationship per say but he sure as fuck had fought with women before. Not one of those broads let him off without a few healthy slaps across the face and maybe a heavy object chucked at his head. Sam was far from a push over though. It was more like they had a healthy relationship where they communicated.
'Fuckin' relationship? Jesus Christ.' Merle chuckled at himself.
Sam handed him another part of the foam lining jogging Merle out of his muddled mind. "Thanks Sugar," he rasped as he slid it into place. Sam smiled and asked, "How's it feel?"
Merle put the apparatus on and secured the belts around his bicep. He punched the metal sleeve into his palm and tested the linings placement.
" t's good. Gotta test it out tomorrah, see if it'll hold up." He said while unclasping it again. He wanted to oil the joints and fix a loose buckle. Sam leaned back and said, "I wanna modify my boots."
"Whaddya wanna do to 'em?" Merle asked with a wrinkled brow.
"I want to add a sheath inside for a blade. I was thinking I'd add a couple hidden ones under the insoles, the thin handless ones…. Just in case." She said without elaborating on why. Merle raised an eyebrow and asked "In case what?"
"In case I ever get into a situation where I need something hidden. I don't wanna to be without a weapon ever again and I figure with these boots it'd be easy to hide some." She said sitting up and looking at him.
Merle crossed his arms and felt a trickle of irritation run through him, "What? Ya think I can't protect ya?"
"I didn't say that Merle. Anything can happen out there. You said so yourself yesterday. Something like that could happen and I could need any advantage I got." He chewed his cheek while tamping down his short fuse anger. "Ain't happenin while I'm 'round Sugar." He assured her.
"Well you may not always be around Merle. I just… please don't be mad. I'm not sayin' you can't keep me safe. I know without a doubt you'll do anything to do it. I'm just sayin' there may be a time we're apart. I was also thinking you could train me more. With the knife throwin', maybe even self-defense. I know how to throw a punch but nothin' structured."
Merle nodded, "Ok Sugar. Just want ya safe. S'pose y'right. I got time now I reckon."
Sam smiled and nodded, "Sounds good, lunch then fight club?"
Merle snorted and shook his head in amusement. "Sure, girl."
Merle was training Sam to fight in the yard on the prison grounds. It was warm out but not stifling so. Sam wanted to be able to handle any type of threat and was happy he agreed to it. She could shoot and throw knives somewhat but she lacked real fighting skills. She had the muscle for it but no training other than brawling in the prison yard she'd done.
"Again," he said gruffly, his broad chest soaked. Sam wiped her forehead with her arm and blew her bangs out of her face.
"Fuck Merle I'm tired." She grumbled while getting in position. He was teaching her how to get out of a rear chokehold. Merle's large frame pressed against her to demonstrate a real threat.
"Again. Ya think ya ain't gonna be tired fightin for your life, girl?" He asked while wrapping his arm around her neck, his hand holding the blunt end wrist.
Sam ducked her chin, trying to keep him from tightening his grip. She pulled on his forearm while widening her stance. Her elbow jabbed his ribs and stomped on his foot. Merle laughed and squeezed her, lifting her off the ground, her feet flailing out.
"Come on girl. Ain't gettin away." He rasped his arm tightening even further. Sam struggled but couldn't get his grip to weaken.
"Gonna end up dead or worse if ya don't fight, girl." He said hoarsely, his mouth pressed near her ear. "No one's cuttin' ya a break. Gonna end up with 'nother governor. Ya want that?" She thrashed in his arms at the thought. Her heart racing and throat drying.
He continued to goad her on while she struggled. "Come on girl. He's gonna hurt ya. Ya wanna get hurt again?"
"Fuck," Sam snarled through clenched teeth before throwing her head back into Merle's nose making him grunt and lower her to the ground. Dropping her weight, Sam ducked her chin under his arm making his grip slip. Her elbow hit Merle in the stomach and while her fist slammed into his groin, freeing her. Stepping away and drawing her knife Sam turned and had it to his throat as he stood up.
"Good girl," Merle choked out while holding his groin, "Coulda held back on the nuts Sugar. Goddamn."
"Hey now, you wanted me to fight, I'm gonna take what I can get." She said with a smile.
"Reckon 'least y'can do is kiss my boo boos." he leered, a wolfish grin gracing his face.
"You call your dick Boo Boo?" She asked with a smirked, sheathing her knife.
Barking out a laugh Merle said, "Come on ballbuster. Le's get some water."
They were walking into the courtyard and saw Carol grilling. "Looks like Darylina got himself some rabbit." Merle drawled before smacking Sam's ass and jogging toward the food.
Sam rolled her eyes and followed him but at a leisurely pace. Sam sat down on the ground near the picnic tables. She watched Carol hand out plates to the group. Merle was chatting her up making her laugh. Daryl pushed his big brother away when he started fucking with him, stomping over to Sam. Ever since running from the herd together Daryl and Sam had spent time hanging out together.
Sam smiled as Daryl handed her a plate. "Thanks Dixon." They ate silently until Sam looked over at the side yard and saw a pile up of walkers.
"Shit. Need to clear the fences. Fucker's are gonna bring that fence down." Sam said eating quickly while seeing it bend. Daryl looked up and saw her worries were valid. "Shit." He mumbled through a piece of rabbit.
Sam set her plate aside and got up to grab a crowbar. Jogging toward the massive build up she began stabbing through the fence. She heard Daryl shouting for help and then a line of people were helping them kill. It took almost an hour to get all of them put down and by the time it was over Sam's arms were thick with gore and her body dripping with sweat.
"Goddamn." She said exhaustedly, wiping blood of her cheek. Merle came over from his spot and looked at her. "Go shower girl, ya look like shit."
"Charmer." She snarked as she trudged up the hill, her body was deeply sore. They trained all afternoon and then the added work on the fence she was exhausted. Sam passed by the courtyard filled with faces of people she didn't really know. She'd always been anti social and being in prison didn't really help the characteristic. Avoiding all contact with others was one way to stay safe when locked up.
She made use of the rain barrel showers they had installed and got dressed in some clean clothing. Wandering toward her cell she passed Merle on his way to wash up. "Leave me some cold water girl?" He joked which she responded to with a hard smack on his ass, revenging his earlier slap. Smirking over her shoulder she saw Merle wiggle his eyebrows. "Later sugar. Gonna git it." He drawled with a sexy smirk. Sam bit her lip and slipped into their cell.
Sam crawl into bed and lay down, her arm thrown over her eyes. Her body ached and she wanted to just rest. Merle woke her up when he came back from washing up. "Ya sleepin?" He asked sitting on the edge of the bed, his hand stroking up her side. Sam moaned as his hand traveled not so innocently to her breasts.
"Fuck" she hissed as he found her nipple. A deep chuckle resonated from Merle as he leaned over her. "Gotta be quiet, Sugar," he whispered before unbuttoning her pants and pulling them off swiftly.
Sam was surprised and instantly on fire for him. His hand slid in between her thighs and teased her, stroked her, fucked her. Merle climbed into bed with her, lying on his side so he could continue to play.
"Like that sugar?" He asked quietly his mouth kissing and licking his way up her neck. She rolled her hips, grinding into his hand and whispered, "Can't you tell. Fuckin' soaked for you baby."
A low growl vibrated against her side from his chest. "I need to get inside ya Sam. Always need ya." He rasped, his lips brushing against her ear. Merle thrust his fingers faster and swiped his thumb back and forth on her clit. Sam felt the tinges of an orgasm approaching. The spikes of arousal making her grip his thick fingers. A natural plead to not withdraw. Her tight walls clenched and spasmed around the deft digits. Sam clamped a hand over her mouth to muffle her moaning sobs. Arching off the mattress as heat flushed through her body, prickled with goose bumps.
"Fuck Sam yer so sexy when ya cum," Merle said his accent gravelly and deep. Standing up he tore his clothes off and slide back into bed between her thighs. Sam was still coming down from her high when he thrust into her.
"Oh god," she moaned a little to loudly. Merle covered her mouth with his while working his hips against s hers. The deep pumps into her were causing her thighs to tremble. Their bed was squeaking but there was nothing to be done about it. Everything felt too good to stop and worry about others hearing at that point.
Merle tucked his face into her neck and rasped, "Goddamnit Sugar ya feel so good... All... The... time." His hips snapping between words. Sam rolled her hips creating a new angle. His hard cock now hitting a deep and sensitive spot inside her.
"Oh fuck Merle. I... I'm gonna cum baby." She moaned her face pressed against his shoulder, her teeth scraping along his collarbone.
"That's it sugar. Cum for me. Cum on my cock baby girl." His voice was deep and rough, his hand gripping her thigh tightly, yanking it higher along his ribs.
Sam's body went taut, her muscle straining as jolts of pleasure shot through her body. She was arching and bowing as the pins and needles flared up her spine. Her tight walls rhythmically squeezed his cock while he thrust into her.
"Oh god fuck," she groaned through clenched teeth. Merle couldn't hold back any longer and sped up, his hips grinding hard and fast into her soft thighs. "Fuckingoddamnit." He grunted as he smashed his face into her neck, his mouth and teeth pressing into her soft skin.
Sam felt him pulse and throb inside her. Their panting breath replaced the squeak of the bed. Sam's heart was pounded so hard and fast she could barely hear Merle murmurs. "My sweet sweet girl," he rasped, his voice hoarse but his lips soft. Sam turned her head capturing his mouth. Their tongues stroking and twirling. Sam moaned when he pulled out of her and rolled onto his side. He wrapped her up in his arms and kissed the crown of her head, his nose nuzzling into her wet hair. His hand and arm stroking her body soothing her buzzing body.
"Now ya can nap," he drawled as smile evident in his voice.
"You gonna nap with me old man?" She asked tilting her head up to kiss him. Their lips moving slow and sweet. Merle nodded and cupped her face, kissing her deep and slow. After a few moments he pulled back, his thumb stroking over her cheek. Sam watched his eyes dance over her face before settling on her eyes. His piercing blues caused her breath to hitch.
"Love ya sugar," he rasped his eyes filled with a new intensity. Sam felt her heart stop and a lump develop in her throat. She couldn't even remember the last time someone had said that word to her. It felt like time stopped and she saw a flash of worry in his eyes. Sam realized he probably had never said those words to a woman before. Reaching up she stroked his rough jaw with her thumb as her hand held his neck. "I love you too Merle." His eyes slid shut momentarily before them fixed their soft gaze on Sam again.
It felt so right. So perfect. Words that fit how she felt so perfectly. Stretching her neck up she kissed him, her mouth sealing the phrase, making it permanent. Slowing down she pulled back her panting breathes ghosting over his lips she whispered, "Love you,"
Merle smiled and kissed her forehead. "Now I ain't gonna be yellin that shit from the rooftops. Gotta keep up my reputation, Sugar."
Sam laughed and said, "I don't need you to but feel free to say it when I ride your cock."
Merle laughed gruffly and drawled, "Might be I could do that."
A few days later a group of three showed up at the gates. Two women and a man all of which looking much like the walking corpses beyond the fences. After a tense moment, a compromise of entrance was reached. With probationary periods and the relinquishing of weapons the group was allowed to stay. The man was a medical resident before the turn and could provide more medical care. The two women had farming and canning experience. They would be good additions to the prison's residents. Merle was weary of the additions but opted to sit back and watch. Hershel and Rick spoke about starting a garden and with the additional knowledge from the new people they could get the work done quickly.
A group were taking a few vehicles to get equipment and supplies from a nearby farm. Merle and Daryl were heading up the run with support from Sam, Glenn, Tyreese and Maggie. Merle was hoping the farm had a trailer of some kind so they didn't need to make more than one trip out.
"I hope we can grow tomatoes." Sam said from the backseat. "I can eat a tomato like an apple."
"That's gross," Daryl grunted while Merls snorted.
"Fuckin' weird girl." Merle remarked glancing at her on the vanity mirror. Sam rolled her eyes and said, "Well what do you wanna grow?"
"Strawberries," Merle grunted. Daryl snorted and muttered, "Homo."
Merle punched him in the arm making him grunt in pain, "Fuck off Darylina. Ain't nothin' gay 'bout strawberries. Ripe one's good as some pussy."
Daryl gave him an incredulous look while Sam chuckled, shaking her head. Merle raised a challenging eyebrow. "Wha?"
"Fuckin weird Merle," Daryl muttered while they pulled into the large farming property.
The large fenced in property was surrounded by overgrown corn fields. Long forgotten farming equipment were rusting in the hot sun. The home itself was painted a soft yellow, its shutters chipped white.
The screen door was hanging on one hinge, banging noisily in the wind. The groups pulled up in the front yard, parking pointed to the road. As they climbed out the groups divided up to search the home and the barn. Merle, Daryl and Sam strolled up to the home, Daryl taking lead while Merle watched the back. The men obviously surrounding Sam, making her roll her eyes.
"Guard dogs," she muttered under her breath. Daryl knocked and listened for any current residents. After a long silence he opened the flaking door. Inside the furniture was covered in white sheets, the floor thick with dust. Moving through the house they found it undisturbed and empty. It was obvious the owners had abandoned the home at some point probably thinking they would come back. Merle went through the kitchen stacking canned goods and non perishables on the butcher block island. Sam was moving through the bathrooms and closets collecting anything of use. Merle kept his eye on her but let his mind wander to the evening a few nights past. He hadn't really planned to tell her those three words but there they were, uttered.
'Pussy,' he grumbled to himself as he dropped a few more cans of soup into a duffle bag. He didn't regret it at all, Merle just couldn't believe she said them back. The few seconds that past before she responded were some of the most difficult in his life. He thought he might need a punch to the chest to get his heart kick started again.
Looking up he saw her carrying an arm load of medical supplies and toiletries. She noticed his eyes and rewarded him with his favorite crooked smile. His lips twitched at the sight.
'Fuckin girl,' he thought disbelievingly. 'Y'Lucky bastard Dixon.'
The trio loaded up the smaller vehicle with the homes finds and moved over to the weathered red barn where the others were pulling out important equipment and supplies. There were bags of soil and irrigation material already loaded into the truck bed. Daryl and Merle found a trailer on the side that could be hooked up to the truck easily and started working with Maggie to figure out which larger items they needed.
After a few hours of hard manual labor the group was on their way back to the prison.
"Guess what Merle," Sam said smiling while leaning in between the seats. He turned and raised an eyebrow, "Wha' Sugar?"
Holding her hand out, Sam showed him the stack of seed packets she found, the top two being strawberry seeds. Merle grinned widely and stretched his head back, kissing her deeply. "That's my girl," he mumbled against her lips.
"Got any honeydew in there?" Daryl asked cutting his eyes to the seed packets.
"Now that there's gay baby brother," Merle remarked with a grin. Sam chuckled and waved a packet in front of Daryl, "Sure do, Honeydew"
Awwww Sweet Merle.
Sorry for the shorter chapter. I am working on the bigger plot points that are coming up. Fun times, action and drama. dun dun dun.
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