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Merle and Sam were out scavenging for winter clothing and whatever supplies they could find. With the addition of the group from Woodbury the prison needed more supplies of every kind almost daily. Things were getting rationed and people were becoming irritable.
They stopped in a tiny town two hours from the prison. Merle carried a handgun in his waistband while depending mainly on his stationary blade. Sam was using a silenced rifle but also carried her machete and knife. They cleared a small block of mom and pop shops. Collecting winter clothing and shoes from a tiny outdoors store. In a small sewing and craft store they found handmade quilts and crocheted blankets from the local sewing circle.
The tiny market had a few shelves of canned beans and two giant bags of flour and rice. The pair collected and stored the scavenged goods in the pickup truck and drove up the road to the local auto shop. Merle went through and grabbed everything they needed for fixing their vehicles and parts that commonly broke. Sam loaded cases of motor oil and two full cans of gas.
Sam searched the office while Merle loaded up tools. She found a carton of Marlboros. Grinning like a mad woman she hid it in a bag and opened a pack. Lighting up instantly. The real prize was a pint of whiskey, which she also hid in her pack. Merle and her we're going to get drunk tonight if she had any say in the matter. The last thing of value was a handgun with a full box of ammunition.
Walking out of the tiny office she saw Merle stuff the last box of tools in the back. She chucked the open pack of cigarettes at his head. Turning around Merle glared at her before he saw what she found. Grinning widely he picked it up and then stalked over to her. Grabbing her neck he pulled her mouth to his. His tongue delving into her willing mouth. He groaned as she gripped his belt pulling him against her.
"Fuck sugar. Makin' me wanna take ya righ' here." He rasped his mouth moving to her neck, his hand digging into the hair at the base of her head. Sam moaned as he sucked on her ear lobe and whispered roughly, "I'm gonna fuck ya slow tonight Sam."
Her hips instinctively thrust against his thigh seeking friction. Backing her against their truck he slid a leg between hers and ground against her. His hard cock rubbing against her hip as they kissed deeply. Sam's hands bit into his ribs underneath the leather vest. Groaning Merle rolled hips against her but stopped. Pulling back he quieted and heard a motor.
"Fuck, people comin'." He hissed. Pushing her into the truck he jogged around and hopped in. Turning the key with his left hand Sam shifted it into gear since he didn't have time to remove his blade. He kept his right arm pointed down, the long blade digging into the floor. Peeling out he drove quickly down the tiny roads.
"Gotta drive away and circle back. Can't lead 'em back if they see us." He said as he sped down the road at almost triple the standard speed driven on such tiny roads. Sam kept her eyes peeled and would glance over her shoulder to see if there was anyone behind her.
"Use the binoculars." Merle hollered. Sam picked the binoculars up and scanned the road behind them. "It's clear so far." She said over the reeving engine.
"Hold on," Merle said while slowing but still taking a turn rather quickly. Sam squeaked as she slammed against the door.
Merle bellowed with laughter. "Tol' ya to hold on to sumthin'"
She smacked his shoulder. "Shuddup, I could've rolled outta the car!"
He chuckled, "Jus' 'member Sugar, tuck 'n roll. Tuck 'n Roll!"
Sam narrowed her eyes at him but a smirk play on her lips. "Asshole." She grumbled.
They drove and made a wide path back to the prison, going as far as to double back a couple times. They were being overly cautious but it paid to do so in the new world of murderers and pillagers. The prison was pretty secure but as they saw with the governor's walker bomb someone only had to drive through the gates to get in.
"I have two surprises for you when we get home," Sam said her head lying against the headrest, a lazy smile on her face.
"One of 'em better be 'tween those thighs," he said leering at her leg propped up in the dashboard.
Sam chuckled and said, "Nope but you can have what's between my thighs." Merle growled and shifted in his seat. " 'member when I said I'd fuck ya slow? Changed my mind."
"Merle I'll take your cock anyway you wanna give it to me," she smirked knowing exactly what she was doing to him. His eyes cut to hers and she felt like she was going to burst into flames at the heat in them.
"Sugar. Ya bes' be ready for me tonigh'. Gonna git it." He rasped. Using his knee to steer as he adjusted his jeans and gripped his hard-on. Groaning he said, "Fuck. Ain't gonna get rid of this 'til I get inside ya."
Sam smiled and said, "If it makes you feel any better my panties are drenched."
"Shuddup girl. I know what your doin'. Drivin' me nuts. Goddamn." He growled while his fist twisted the steering wheel violently. Sam laughed and then bit her lip when he glared at her. "Sorry it's just so easy and fun." She smirked.
"Ain't no fun." He grumbled but Sam could see a twitch in his lips.
They were making yet another turn to back track to the prison when they came upon the road block. Merle foot jamming so hard on the break that Sam flew forward, her seat belt keeping her from hitting the windshield.
"Fuck. " Merle growled while yanking the shifter into reverse with his left hand and flooring, spinning the trucks wheels fast and hard. Sam grabbed her rifle and opened the small window of the cab, slide her barrel out the back window.
"They're comin!" she shouted over the loud engine. Sam was turned in her seat but still strapped in. It was an awkward position but if they crashed and she wasn't tied in some way she'd die. Merle was pushing a hundred at points and catching air when hitting dips in the road. Sam was tenser than she had been escaping the Governor. Her gut was telling her the situation was going to get worse.
"HOLD ON!" Merle shouted as he turned the wheel making a sharp right as such a high speed the truck's left wheels lifted off the ground. Sam's heart stopped as she saw the earth tilt out the back window. It land back on all four wheels almost instantly but for those few seconds Sam couldn't breathe. A huge woosh of air rushed out of her lungs in relief which made Merle chuckle.
"Fuck Merle that was scary," she muttered and saw the people missing the turn. "They missed the turn!"
Merle grunted in response but didn't let up on the accelerator. "We gotta drive longer. Can't lead em back."
The pair drove for another hour making large circles in the area of the prison. Sam was relaxing as Merle swerved around a pile up in the road when a loud clunking sound erupted from the engine block and the truck ground to a halt. Merle let it drift to the side of the road while cursing up a storm.
"Godfuckindammnit. Is everthin' gonna go wrong today?!" he growled while shoving the truck into park and hopping out. Sam climbed out with her rifle and stood guard while he search under the hood for the problem.
"Well, we're walkin'. Timin' belt's busted. This trucks garbage." He muttered slamming the hood down harder than needed. Sam looked over at the cars in the pile up but they were all too busted up to drive.
"Let's push it into the woods, come back for the stuff tomorrow. Hopefully it's still here." Sam said looking over at Merle. He chewed on his cheek a moment before nodding. "Yeah. S'pose y'right."
They removed their packs and then put the truck in neutral allowing them to move it slowly into the woods. It wasn't completely hidden but they lay branches on it making it seem it crashed into a tree in hopes anyone passing would keep on driving.
"Gotta move quick. 'bout two hours walk 'n only an hour of daylight." Merle said as they moved into the woods toward the prison. The pair walked swiftly through the forest, their feet silently and steady. Their progress was slow as they ran into more and more walkers. Sam using her machete to hack away into the rotten corpses while Merle used his large bayonet blade. Soon they were jogging to keep away from the possible herd approaching.
As they made it through a particular dense group of trees right before crossing a road when they heard the sounds of voices. There was a truck parked on the road while the men loitered around. Merle dropped to the ground while yanking on Sam's arm. They both waited with baited breath as they listened to the men speaking in hurried tones.
"We lost 'em man. Let's just head back." One guy suggested. Merle looked over at Sam with cold eyes. She knew they were for the situation and the men, not her but the gaze gave her a chill. Sam swallowed thickly as she tried to figure out how far away they were and if they were moving in their direction.
"Danny wanted us to get more supplies. Ya saw their truck full o'shit. I think one was a woman too, man." The other explained his tone excited. Sam ground her teeth as she realized they were closer than they would have liked. Merle's hand was still gripping her wrist tightly and as they spoke of her it became even tighter. She let her wide eyes cut to his as they both realized the men were walking towards them, not away. Merle slide the handgun out of his waist band and motioned for her to get her rifle ready. As the voices neared even closer Merle slowly climbed to his feet, his large frame barely blocked by the small grouping of trees in front of them. He motioned for her to stay still for the moment. Sam caught a glimpse of color to their right and signaled Merle which direction they were coming from. They waited until the men were almost at their side to step out. Merle had his gun raised, "How 'bout ya put those guns down fellas."
He walked around Sam blocking her from their view but ticked his chin up to let her know to rise up. She had her gun raised and aimed at the man on the right while the rifle hanging on his shoulder.
"Whoah there guys. We're just passin' through." The man on the left said, his handgun pointing at Merle but sliding to Sam occasionally. Merle grunted, "Didn't sound like it. Sounded like ya out to fuck people over."
"Ain't looking for trouble," the rifle man said, his gun still hanging limply at his side. Sam could see his hand twitching, his desire to pull his gun up completely evident.
"Guns down," Merle growled, "Don' think 'bout pullin that rifle up fucker."
They paused and the scruffy guy holding his handgun smiled slowly. Sam felt prickles un up her spine, the hair's on the back of her neck standing on end. The sound of a gun cocking behind her head and the cool metal pressing into her skull caused her to intake a sharp breath. Merle's eyes jumped from looking at the men in front of him and the man currently holding Sam at gun point.
"Think ya should drop your weapon now redneck," the man behind Sam suggested his tone letting her know he wouldn't hesitate pulling the trigger. Merle looked at Sam out of the corner of his eye, his jaw ticking at the tension. Her heart was clattering against her ribs and her breath was coming out in short pants. Adrenaline was flooding her system and she wanted nothing more than to pull the trigger and kill the men in front of her. She didn't have a chance though with a gun digging into her skull painfully.
"Drop 'em now!" the man in behind them hollered while the gun jabbed Sam hard. Merle grunted, "Go on."
Sam let her rifle lower, the hand on the grip letting go while she let the butt drop to the ground. Merle dropped his gun as Sam's rifle fell heavily to the forest floor. Sam felt the sudden pain of a heavy object hit the back of her head, her vision going black instantly.
Merle had watched Sam fall, his hand instinctively reaching out to grab her but he was tackled to the ground. He struggled with the guy on top of him, his knife slicing into the attackers ribs before a rifle butt slammed him on the face. Sharp pain blossom on his face and he felt blood rush out of his nose and down his throat. Choking on the thick coppery fluid Merle was blinded by the warm liquid. The men started kicking him in the ribs and head causing him to blackout also.
His last sight being Sam's face pressed into the pine needle covered ground, dirty smeared on her forehead.
'Samantha,' he thought before darkness took him.
Merle and Sam were gagged, bound and on their knees. They had even tied Merle's elbows together behind him to get around his missing hand. Merle's eyebrow was split and his nose broken. Sam's eye was swelling and her lip bloodied but nothing was broken yet. The men who captured them were outside the room laughing and talking. Merle grunted at her and nodded his head to her boots. A silent question to Sam if she had a hidden blade they recently hide. Sam gave him a stiff nod and tried to figure out how to get it. Her arms were behind her but she was sitting with her legs straight out. Pulling her legs to the side she lifted up to kneel. Stretching her fingers into the tall leather boot she found the hidden sleeve she had sewn in. The door unlocked so she sat down on her calves. A tall man with a beard walked in. He smiled at them and said, "Well done Jacob. Lookit her." Sam felt bile rise in her throat. Sam needed her blade because she was going to gut the fucker. His tone was too much like the Governors. Merle was tense next to her. She could feel the anger rolling off him.
"My names Danny, what's your name princess?" He asked and then chuckled, "S'pose ya can't answer, lemme get that for ya." Danny pulled the gag down and said, "Now what's your name sweetheart?"
Merle growled and flexed his shoulders, straining at the ties around his arms.
The man smirked and said, "Gotta say he seems a little old for you princess."
Sam kept her face blank and didn't respond. The man narrowed his eyes obviously irritated at the lack of interaction she was giving him.
Grabbing her hair Danny pulled her head back sharply make her grunt in pain. "Last try darlin' before I get angry."
Sam glared at him and kept her mouth clenched. She hadn't spoken when the Governor tortured her, she sure as hell wouldn't talk to this fucker.
"Very well." He said right before back handing her, pain blossoming across her cheek. Merle roared into his gag while trying to stand up to charge the man. One of the others knocked him in the head with a rifle butt. He fell to the floor unconscious. Sam clenched her teeth and felt her eyes prickle at the sight of Merle's bleeding head. The tall man made a move to kick Merle in the face while he was down but Sam screamed, "STOP! Stop just.. I'll talk. Just don't hit him anymore."
Danny smiled widely and approached her, his hand sliding up her neck to her bruised cheek. His eyes were light brown almost yellow. His whole demeanor screamed predator.
"Lovely." He drawled his hand gripping her face tightly while he stood uncomfortably close to her. Her breathing was coming in quick pants and her heart was slamming into her ribs.
Merle groaned as he started to regain consciousness. Sam's eyes cut to him seeing him try to lift his bloodied head off the floor.
"Oh good. I want him to watch." Danny said to the other men in the room.
Sam felt her stomach drop. This was worse than the Governor because now the man she loved would have to see it. If they lived Merle would never look at her the same no matter how hard he tried.
"So princess what's your name." He said his thumb touching her bloody bottom lip.
"Abby," she lied. Sam wasn't sure why but she didn't want him to know her name.
"Pretty. Just like you right princess." He said softly, his oily voice making her skin crawl. Looking at the other men he said "Put him in that chair, tie him up. Then leave."
Sam felt her heart sped up. If she could get her knife she could take out one guy opposed to three. Merle and her could get away together. Hopefully...
Merle was awake by the time they tied him to the chair. His eyes were wild as he saw the man touching her. Sam looked at him and tried to silently tell him she would be ok no matter what had to occur.
The other men left and the leader stroked her face and neck before grabbing a handful of hair and looking at Merle, "You get to watch me fuck your girlfriend."
Merle growled and struggled but couldn't do anything but watch. The man pulled Sam to her feet. Gripping her shirt he tore it apart, the buttons flying off. She wore a tank top underneath which he tore in half. Merle shouted through his gag while watching Sam be assaulted. Sam stood stock-still and didn't react when the man undressed her. His hands grabbed her roughly causing her to flinch. Her lack of responses angered him though and he slapped her face.
"Come on bitch. Ya gonna just stand there? Gotta give me somethin. A couple tears, maybe a whimper. Hell I'd take some cuss words."
Sam just stared at him with a blank expression. She knew how to keep an empty facade. Her poker face was stellar after years of prison. It paid to keep everyone guessing in the pen.
Growling loudly he grabbed Sam's throat tightly, shaking her hard enough to make her head snap backwards. His hand tightened around her throat and Sam pretend to get faint, letting her legs buckle. The man tried to grab her but she fell to her knees, her body falling hard to the side. Her hands were close to her boots now.
"Fuckin' bitch. Barely got started." He grunted before kicking her in the stomach. Sam held in the yelp to keep him thinking she was passed out. Sam could hear Merle struggling.
"Well fuck. I like them kickin' not sleepin'." Danny growled before saying, "Well redneck I'll be back. How bout you holler when your girl wakes up yeah?" Laughing as he walked out.
Sam opened her eye slightly to make sure the room was empty of the men. Once clear she stretched her hand as far as she could, her fingers digging into her boot. She could feel the blade's hilt touching her fingertip. Grunting she lunged further, her back protesting the odd angle. Finally the blade began to slide up her calf and out of her boot. Turning the blade over she blindly cut her ties, scratching and digging into her wrists while listening for him to return. Sam's wrists snapped free as the sound of footstep returning sounded. Looking up at Merle she saw him begging with his eyes to untie him but Sam knew he was aware there was no time.
It was up to her.
Sam kept her now untied hands behind her, the knife gripped tightly in her white knuckled fist. Sam's heart was clashing against her ribs even harder and her breathing was coming out in ragged gasps.
Sam closed her eyes, listening to him enter and walk toward her.
"Come on bitch, I know you're faking." He kneeled in front her, gripping her shoulder and shaking her.
Sam let her eyes slide open and looked up at the man, his grin growing at her open eyes. "Well hello beautiful." He drawled his hand touching her neck, tracing the edge of her bra. Sam panted as adrenaline kept flowing into her blood stream. She kept her eyes away from Merle because the look of pure terror and rage would be too much for her. Letting him get closer Sam waited for the right angle.
"Le's get ya up off this floor princess," he said while grabbing a handful of hair and yanking her and onto her knees. Sam kept her arms tight against her back and held strong. It needed to be timed perfectly or she would lose her advantage. She couldn't risk missing.
"Gonna suck my dick princess?" Danny asked gruffly, his hand tightening in Sam's hair, tilting her head back as a painful angle. She could hear Merle screaming through his gag.
"Shuddup fucker." The man snarled while unbuckling his pants. Sam focused on turning her blade without him seeing her movements. In the corner of her eye she saw Merle straining on his ropes. His face red with anger, his breathing harsh and animalistic.
The man's pants drop and Sam had a split second to decide. Shooting to her feet she grabbed his dick in one hand, crushing it with her fist and jammed her blade into the mans throat, yanking across. He tried to scream but she's severed all the vocal chords and trachea. A gasping gurgling churned out but nothing anyone but she could hear. Sam stepped back as he fell to his knees, his hand gripping his throat in a desperate attempt to hold everything together. Blood poured out of the gaping wound, a nauseating gurgle churned out of his mouth.
Sam bent slightly to look in his eye and waved the knife at him, letting him see it before she stabbed him deeply in the gut.
"Am I kicking hard enough for you fucker?" she sneered. While holding his slit throat with one hand, her thumb digging into the wound, Sam yanked the blade up his trunk like she was gutting a deer. His body collapsed as the center is no longer held together, innards spilling at her feet. She watched him silently feeling nothing but satisfaction. She felt that old familiar strength fill her. The time in the shower at the prison gave her a similar feeling. It was probably wrong of her to gain something from killing but Sam couldn't help feeling powerful by saving her own life. Her eyes were burning into the body before she turned to make eye contact with Merle. He was breathing hard, his body heaving and his eyes wild. Sam stepped back and walked over to Merle, cutting the ties holding his arms and ankles. Merle jumped to his feet and held her shoulder his eyes checking her over for injuries.
"Not now," Sam whispered while tying her shirt together. "Gotta go."
Sam nodded her head toward the door. Merle grabbed the man's knife, gun and extra ammo. Merle attached the man's blade to his arm sleeve. Sam pressed her ear to the door and listened for people. She shook her head to signal no one was outside the door. Merle lightly stroked a finger down her bruised cheek and ground his teeth before nodding to the door.
Sam followed him out as they crept down the dark hallway lit with camp lanterns.
At the corner leading to the outdoors a man came around the corner. Merle stabbed his blade up through his chin and lowered him to the ground quietly.
Merle signaled her to grab his weapons while he stood guard. Sam found another gun and extra magazine. She took his knife also, the handle being easier to hold than the thin blade from her boot. Once at the exit door Merle listened and signaled two voices. It was the only exit they for sure knew led outdoors but they had no idea how many men were outside the door.
"Fuckit."Merle whispered. "Le's push hard and kill 'em fast, got it? Then we run west. Through the forest."
Sam nodded and gripped her knife, they needed to be quiet until then knew what was beyond the door.
Merle shoved it open quickly hitting one man before he bum rushed the other. Sam ran at the guy who was off balance from the door hit and stabbed him in the throat, twisting the blade before yanking it out. Looking over at Merle she saw him removing his knife before he jutted his chin in the direction to head in. They ran to the chain-link fence surrounding the small compound. Climbing quickly but noisily they landed on the other side and ran. Sam could hear a few shouts but not anywhere near them.
The forest was thick and dark. The moon was bright but with such thick tree coverage it was almost impossible to see. Merle took the lead and held her wrist while they ran. She was having a hard time keeping up but Merle didn't notice. He pulled her along and helped her up when she stumbled. They ran for miles until they hit a road. Sam was gasping and felt as if her heart were going to bust through her chest like an alien parasite. Merle was panting just as loud as he crouched to watch the road.
"Le's cross 'n keep trekkin'. Find shelter when we're further away." He said hoarsely. Looking at him Sam could see the pain in his eyes. Guilt was eating him up. Sam squeezed his hand and jutted her chin forward. They ran across the road and headed through the forest beyond it. They weren't running as fast but still jogging. Merle almost ran head first into the first walker. Stabbing it as soon as it grabbed him Merle grunted, pushing it away. They stood still and listened for more. The woods around them were silent. Merle took them further until he found a small wood shack behind a burned out cabin. He cleared it quickly and pulled her inside. Sam sat down heavily and gasped for air. Her body was aching from being hit and running. She hadn't eaten or drank anything since the morning. Merle crouched in front of her.
"Ya hurt anywhere?" He asked, "He kicked ya hard."
Sam shook her head. "Just fuckin thirsty. Kill for a fuckin bottle water."
Merle cupped her face, his thumb tracing the black eye forming."M'sorry Sam."
"Don't. I'm fine." She said placing her hand over his. Merle shook his head, "Ya ain't fine. He hurt ya and fuckin..." He growled and looked away, "fuckin touched ya and I did fuck all."
"He's dead now. I gutted him. I'm ok. He just touched me. I'm still the same person."
Merle ground his teeth, his jaw muscle ticking at the stress.
"Stop, gonna need dentures old man and I'm not good at woodwork." She joked, stroking his jaw trying to keep him from blaming himself. There wasn't anything either them could have done. All that mattered was that they escaped.
Merle scoffed and leaned into her hand. "Fuckin prick. Deserved a longer death."
"Well right about now he's changed and hopefully he bites a bunch of people." Sam remarked with a small smile.
Merle leaned forward and kissed her forehead. "I'll take watch, get some sleep."
Sam snorted, "Riiiight."
"Try for me." He rasped while moving to the tiny door, peering through the cracked wood. Sam curled up on the dirty floor and closed her eyes. Despite her thoughts of not being able to sleep she passed out from exhaustion. Merle woke her in a few hours when she started dreaming so she took over watch. Merle lay down and was snoring almost instantly. Sam stayed alert, her eyes scanning the forest and listening carefully. She didn't think they'd follow at night but as soon as the sun started rising they needed to move and move fast. Their only hope was to find transportation early on so they could drive far away and circle back to the prison. They needed to avoid running back into the group even tough their leader was dead.
Sam woke Merle when the sun just edged the horizon. It was still pretty dark but lighter than it had been in the night. Merle led them toward the direction he thought a town was in. He was hoping for a car. His mind kept flashing back to that bastard's hands touching Sam. The sound of her clothing tearing was echoing in his head. Merle wanted to torture the guy, maybe cut the hands off that hurt her. Definitely cut the fuckers dick off and make him eat it.
Lowest of the low are men who assault women and children. 'Coward. Disgusting fucking coward.' He grumbled inwardly.
They stumbled onto a cabin with a beat up pickup truck. It had a half tank of gas and the garage had a full spare tank. Inside Sam found cans of fruit and a gallon of water. They ate and drank while driving back to the prison. Merle kept looking at her trying to see if she was going to breakdown from being assaulted again. After the Governor she struggled but Merle believed he had done much worse to her. She had never described the exacts of his torture but Merle believed it was way worse than what he just witnessed.
"Stop worrying about me. I'm fine." she said rolling her head in his direction. Merle sighed and twisted the steering wheel in his fist. "Can't stop."
Sam reached over to pat him on the leg. "He just got grabby. Its not the same as Woodbury. "
Merle noticed she never said the G-word. "He still touched ya, and hit ya."
"Nothing that happened will keep me up at night except watching them hit you."
"What happen when I was out?" he asked looking over at her.
Sam sighed and said, "He was going to kick you in the face so I talked."
Merle screwed up his mouth angrily and asked, "Whatd ya say?"
"Told him I'd talk and do what he said if he stopped hurtin' you." Sam said while watching him swerve around a walker.
"Shouldna done that." Merle grumbled.
Sam exclaimed, "I wasn't gonna let him kick you while knocked out. He could've killed you."
Merle nodded and after a few minutes of silence he said, "Fuckin glad ya had that knife in your boot."
"Yeah me too." She laughed and felt her black eye, testing the swelling. "How bad does it look?"
"Ain't winnin' no beauty pageants this week Sugar." Merle joked giving her a tiny grin. Sam pouted while crossing her arms, "Aww come on. There's gotta be like a Miss MMA."
Merle chuckled and said, "C'mere."
Sam stretched over the console and kissed him softly. Her warm hand cupping his cheek. She pulled back and whispered, "I'm ok. You're the one with a broken nose."
"Prob'ly just straightened the crooked bastard up." Merle smirked with twinkling eyes.
When they finally made it to the prison, Merle hung out of the window to get them to open the gates. Once inside the group swarmed them to find out what happened.
"Everybody fuck off. We need Hershel. Go on Git, ya fuckin' assholes!" Merle pushed people away and picked up a limping Sam.
"Merle I'm fine, I just rolled my ankle on the run."
"Shoulda tol' me." He grumbled carrying her into Hershel's cell.
"You're the one who needs his nose set and stitches." Sam said, her arms wrapped around his shoulders.
"Yer first." Merle said gruffly while sitting her down.
Hershel untied her boot and found the blood covered knife tucked hastily in. He lifted his eyes to both of them and Sam looked away. Merle took it from Hershel without a word. Sam watched him tuck it into a pocket of his cargos. Daryl and Rick came into the cellblock from outside and motioned for Merle.
"Ya ok Sugar?" he asked while nodding toward the two men. Sam nodded, "I'm fine old man. Go gossip."
He placed his hand on her head affectionately before walking away.
"Besides your ankle and the shiner, do you have any other injuries?" Hershel asked his eyes worried.
"Just my lip. I think it's a cut inside." Sam told him.
Hershel pulled her lip down and nodded, "No stitches needed, it'll heal in a week or so. Gonna wrap your ankle. No break but it'll be a week before you can put any weight on it. Need to hunt down some crutches. "
Merle stood with Rick and Daryl talking about the disastrous run. His jaw was tight as he described the events.
"Saw them and out ran 'em but the fuckin' truck broke down. Got jumped in the forest while headin' back. Saw three at first. There was more at their camp, an old ranger station." Merle said looked at Sam's ankle get wrapped.
"Had us tied up. I got knocked around, Sam too." He paused and ground his teeth together. "Some shit happened I couldn't stop, Sam got her knife and we got out."
Daryl narrowed his eyes, "Shit happened?"
"The fucker got handsy, tore her clothes, she faked passing out when he choked her. Got her knife. She split the fucker open. Deserved a lot more but we were short on time." Merle watched as Hershel check a bruise on her side. Stalking over and kneeling next to the bed Merle said, "Ya didn' say ya had a bruise."
"I didn't really know. I felt sore but," she trailed off and hissed while Hershel pushed on the ribs. "I think it's when he kicked me."
Merle growled and punched the cell wall.
"Jesus Merle stop, your gonna break your hand."
"Don' fuckin' care!" he growled.
"So what? You want NO FUCKING HANDS?" she shouted while glaring at him. "Stop and sit down next to me…. Please." She ended with a pleading tone. Merle huffed out a breath and then shook out his fist. Sam smirked, "Did you really break it?"
"Fuck you," he grumbled while sitting down heavily. Sam laid her head on his shoulder. "That's not very gentlemanly like."
"Aint no fuckin gentleman."
Sam rolled her eyes, "Coulda fooled me."
"Shuddup girl."
"Fuck off old man." She quipped her eyes bright with amusement.
Hershel chuckled and shook his head. "You two foul mouths are perfect for each other."
Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed Sam being a badass.