Holy Moly! I just realized this fic is over 100k words already. It has almost 100 followers too! So happy people are enjoying it. I wasn't sure anyone would want to hear a Merle/Oc. I'm happy I went with it.

I have a bunch of big events coming up and can't wait to start weaving back into the canon storylines.

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It had been a couple weeks since Sam and Merle escaped the men at the forest ranger station. A group had gone out to collect the truck and investigate the area. After a scouting mission Merle and Daryl discovered the camp overrun with walkers. Apparently their escape either started the downfall by leaving the man to turn inside the complex or a herd moved through. Either way the men and camp were gone. Merle just hoped they had all been killed. The idea of them moving around in the area was unsettling.

Merle and Sam continued to train together. Sam's knife throwing skills had improved so much she actually beat Merle in a couple throwing competitions. She of course rubbed those wins into Merles face for days. Merle was impressed with her fighting skills also. He trained her on submission holds, both escaping and giving, as well as how to punch and kick.

The prison was coming around nicely. Merle had taken over security with Daryl's help. They'd organized watches and exterior patrols along with creating speared barriers for the gates. Hershel and Rick had started a garden and pigpen. Daryl and Merle happened upon a few piglets that were abandoned after their mama was killed by walkers.

Merle was walking the fences with a new kid named Zach. He was tolerating the kid's incessant chatter but his patience was hanging by a thread. His jaw was gritting as Zach explained why his favorite band was Alkaline Trio despite his view of them selling out.

"Kid, shut the fuck up already. Ain't got no idea who or what your talkin 'bout 'n I don' care. Now gimme a smoke." Merle snapped his hand held out expectantly.

Zach shifted uncomfortably and said, "I don't smoke."

"Well kid you're shit outta luck cuz ya owe me four smokes for listenin' to your bullshit all afternoon. Bes' find some." Merle drawled while give him cold eyes. Zach swallowed and said, "I haven't been on any runs but when I do I'll look."

"Good kid. I charge interest to. Inflation's a bitch." Merle chuckled and slapped the kid on the back hard enough to make Zach stumble forward. Nodding Zach mumbled something about helping Beth with Judith and jogged up the hill toward the prison courtyard. Merle watched him go, reaching into his vest for his smokes.

"Fuckin' kids," he muttered, his cigarette bouncing on his lip while he lit it, cupping his hand around the flame. Merle glanced up and saw Sam strolling down the hill to him. The machete on her hips bounced off her thigh as her hips swayed. Merle narrowed his pale blue eyes while soaking up her curves. Smirking as she got near he rasped, "Sugar ya look good enough to eat." Sam smiled crookedly and slid her arms around his waist, tilting her head up to kiss him. Merle held the smoke to the side as he took Sam's lips into his. Her tongue sliding against his as she moaned. Pulling back he said roughly, "Good to see ya girl."

"You too old man." She breathed. Merle chuckled and placed his smoked between his lips, inhaling shallowly. "Never gone let up on the old man huh?"

"Still call me girl." She smirked taking his smoke as they walked back up the hill, he arm thrown over her shoulder.

"Fair nuff, girl." Smiling down at her before swiping the last of the cigarette. In the courtyard they saw Rick, Glenn and Daryl speaking to a new man. His was a thin African American man in flannel shirt. He carried a backpack and Merle could see Daryl holding what was probably his machete.

"Looks like we got a new one." Sam muttered as they climbed the steps to the prison door. Merle grunted and held the door open for Sam to enter. The common room was filled with people eating dinner.

"I'll grab us food and meet you in the cell." Sam offered with a smile. Merle nodded and, "See ya in a bit."

Merle couldn't stand when the dining area was full. The prison was a big building but most of it wasn't being used. He felt there were too many people around all the time. It was irritating and claustrophobic. The other cellblock was finally cleaned and being used allowing the Woodbury folk to spread out.

Sitting on the squeaky bunk bed Merle removed his arm sleeve and shoes. The day had been sweltering and working the fences all day had beat Merle down.

"Getting' fuckin old," he muttered under his breath as he rolled his head, stretching his neck and shoulders. Sam entered with two bowls of stew and a bottle of water.

"Too many damn people," she grumbled, "Feels like a real lock up."

Merle snorted and said, "Was just thinkin' that. All we need is some hacks up in 'ere."

Sam chuckled and said, "Jesus. Were such cons."

Laughing gruffly before shoveling some food into his mouth. He watched Sam remove her weapons and boots.

"Those knives still comfortable in there?" he questioned while she untied the worn leather. Sam nodded and showed him the area where the sleeved rubbed. "Not bad. Getting used to it. Obviously not removing them." She remarked with a frown. Merle fisted the spoon in his hand thinking about the recent need for a hidden weapon. Take a breath he shoved away his anger and ate the rest of his food, setting the bowl down on the tiny table.

"They're organizing a run in a week or so. Daryl said it's a Big Spot." Sam stated in between bites. Nodding Merle leaned back, stretching out his legs.

"If you're goin, I'm going." He said flatly which Sam answered with a nod.

"Sounds good." She smiled scraping her dish clean.

They got settled to relax for the evening, Sam having found a collection of Lewis Carroll to read. Merle thought it was funny she was reading Alice in Wonderland but left her to it. She explained it was a favorite as a kid and wanted to revisit it. He smirked and kissed her forehead before retrieving his whetstone to sharpen their blades.

The relaxing scrape of the honing and the occasionally scratch of Sam turning a page calmed Merle. The day of working outdoors with a Chatty Cathy was finally washing away. He'd peer over his work to watch Sam lying in bed, her feet propped up on the bars, her toes wiggling.

'Fuckin' love this girl,' he thought feeling a pleasing ache in his chest. Merle would do anything for her. He never thought he'd have someone other than Daryl that he would die for. Yet here she was, a little firecracker that understood him. Merle set his stuff aside and crawled onto the bed above her. She smirked over the edge of her book, "Was wonderin' how long it'd take."

Merle grinned and grabbed her book, tossing it unceremoniously across the room. Bending down he kissed Sam softly, his lips sucking on hers. Sliding on top of her, Merle lay between her legs. His hand trailed up and down her side, gripping the hollow behind her knee and pulling her leg higher on his hip. Moaning into his mouth, Sam ground against him.

"Fuck Sug." He groaned pressing into her, the rough denim rubbing just right. Merle slid his hand up her shirt, his large palm cupping her breast. "Merle," she gasped as his rough thumb brushed across her hard nipple. They moved against each other, rolling their hips, making out like teenagers. Soon it was too much but not enough. After tearing off clothing and grasping at each other Merle slide home. Sam's back arched off the bed as he thrust slow and deep.

"Oh god," Sam moaned into Merles thick shoulder, her teeth scraping along his neck.

"Jesusfuck Sam." He growled through gritted teeth. The heat becoming too much for him, Merle rose up on his knees. His tanned hand was splayed out on her stomach as his thumb wound tight circles on Sam's clit. He watched his girl writhe under him, her hips rolling while taking him inside her.

"God girl. You're' so fuckin.." he rasped trailing off as Sam started to unravel below him. Merle watched Sam arch off the bed, a gorgeous flush spread across her chest as her mouth dropped open. He felt his chest clench at the sight. She was so fucking beautiful.

The heat from her tight walls and the sight of her coming unglued had Merle moving faster and harder. Soon a wildfire blazed through his whole frame. Sam pulled him down to her mouth, her hands digging into his neck. Merle groaned as he came deep inside his girl while she greedily sucked his tongue into her hot mouth. His body shuddered at the strength of his orgasm. Sam was intoxicating. Laying his forehead against hers, Merle tried to catch his breath as his heart hammered against his ribs. Her fingers were raking across his scalp and down his neck. Stronger fingertips rubbing and massage the still flexed muscle. Merle dropped his face into the crook of her neck and kissed the flushed skin, feeling spent.

Everything felt overwhelming but in the best way. Merle pulled back and let his wonder filled eyes flit over her face. He watched her lips curl up as she saw his softened expression.

"Love you Merle." She whispered. It was as if she were feeling it so strongly it took her breath away.

Merle's eyes slid shut as he let himself feel the words. The sounds of each one causing an electrical storm in his body. "Oh Sugar," he rasped his voice sounding just as breathless. Rolling them to their sides, Merle cupped her face letting his thumb brush across her bottom lip and flushed cheek.

"Never gonna get tired of hearin' that." He drawled roughly, leaning forward to kiss her softly. "Love ya Samantha."

Sam's breath hitched at the sound of her full name and leaned forward capturing his mouth again. Merle could feel the buzz between them grow again. Everything felt hot and electric. Sam pulled back and gasped her eyes blinking slowly.

"I really like my name rolling off your tongue." She said her eyes hazy with lust.

Merle smirked and squeezed her into his chest. "Be good girl. Might be I could say it again soon."

Sam chuckled and kissed his chest. "Thought you'd want more of a bad girl."

Merle swatted her ass playfully and nipped her ear, "Gonna git it girl. I'll tan this sexy ass." Sam laughed while tucking herself closer to his body.

The couple lay quietly, both lost in their own thoughts. Merle played with her hand, tracing the scars on her knuckles and the blue veins on her pale wrist. He flashed back to the scene he watched when being held hostage. How the same small hand he was holding gripped a man's cut throat while gutting him. The blood poured all over her shoes and she had a complete lack of fear or remorse. To say he wasn't surprised would be a lie. The look of pure vengeance and rage in her eyes was staggering. Her eyes had shined with what could only be described as pride.

"Hey Sugar?" Merle rasped, clearing his throat as he found it rough. Sam hummed and glanced up from her spot on his chest.

"Been meanin' to ask ya 'bout that night. When we escaped…" he started but trailed off. Sam raised an eyebrow, a silent prompt to continue. Merle continued, "When ya killed him, ya didn't seem to hesitate and well ya looked fine even… pleased to do it."

He watched her eyes cut away before returning, her mouth opened and closed a few times.

"I was. I felt happy to have done it. I'm sure that's wrong but he was gonna kill you, he was gonna rape and kill me. I was happy to take him out and I wanted him to see me do it." She explained her eyes looking anxious of his response. Merle brushed his thumb across her jaw and drawled, "Ain't no reason to be nervous Sugar."

"Well it's not normal to feel that way." She whispered looking away from him. Merle cupped her cheek and brought her eyes to his before rasping, "Nothin's normal no more. I'm happy to know ya can handle ya'self out there. No shame in bein' proud of that." Sam didn't looked convinced but she seemed less troubled. Merle lay stroking her back as he wondered what others might think of her ability to kill with little to no remorse. He supposed most of the people surrounding them would be shocked and surprised at her actions. Merle however felt even more connected to her. They weren't perfect, far from it however they were survivors. They may blur the line of moral behavior but at least they did it for a good cause, to save family.

Sam strolled down to the small farm plot Rick and Hershel had been tending. Carl was with his dad as he showed him how to brush down the horse they found and caught. She had been someone's pet at one point, docile and used to human contact. It was amazing she had survived out amongst all the predators beyond the fences.

"Hey Sam," Carl said with a grin, "Isn't she awesome!?"

Sam laughed and nodded, her arms resting on the wood fencing they had constructed to keep her contained. "She's pretty. Did you name here?" Sam asked watching Rick brush her coat in long strokes. Carl shrugged and said, "I was thinking Flame."

Sam pursed her lips to the side as if thinking it over before nodding, "Cool. Sounds like she's a badass. What're we gonna use her for?"

"Michonne's taking her out to scout." Rick said over his shoulder as he slid the saddle over her back. Sam swallowed and chewed her cheek. "She goin' by herself?"

"Yeah," he replied flatly obviously unhappy with the plan also.

Sam hummed and looked up the hill to see Michonne approaching with a saddlebag.

"I don't like that." She muttered walking toward the woman. Meeting Michonne in the middle Sam crossed her arms giving her a cocked eyebrow. Michonne replied with just as haughty of a look.

"By yourself?" Sam finally questioned, "Why don't we go together again?"

"Because you man isn't gonna let you and I don't have time to waste." Michonne respond brushing past her. Sam caught her elbow, which earned her a glare but she kept her grip. The two had become friends and the idea of Michonne going off by herself to search for the Governor wasn't sitting right with Sam.

"Michonne," Sam's one word was a mix of question and plea. Michonne sighed and looked over at Rick and Carl who were pretending not to watch the interaction.

"Sam I'll be fine." Michonne stated before walking away again. Sam chewed her lip watching the woman walk away from her. Jogging up to her, Sam stopped in front of her and said, "If you get yourself killed out there I will kick your fucking ass, got it?"

Michonne smirked and nodded, "Got it."

Sam smiled and added, "And if you find that fucker bring me his head."

Michonne laughed loudly and patted Sam on the back before heading for the small enclosure. Sighing loudly Sam trudged up the hill toward the prison courtyard. She joined Carol who was hanging laundry and speaking to Beth.

"Need any help Carol?" Sam asked letting Judith squeeze her finger. The little girl pulled her finger to her mouth making Sam wrinkle her nose, "Looks like Jude's teething."

Beth sighed and said, "Yeah she's been up all night."

Sam frowned and asked, "Should we be getting her something for it?"

Carol replied, "Well I used to have teething rings for Sophia. Maybe you guys can find some on the next run."

Sam nodded and tickled the squirming child belly making her squeal, "I'll make sure I look."

Beth smiled and said, "Thanks Sam."

She gave her a smile and patted her on the back, "No problem."

"Can you take this basket in, it's Rick and Carl's clothing," Carol mumbled while holding a clothespin in her mouth. Sam nodded, and picked up the full plastic bin walking toward the prison door. Merle was exiting as she went to open the door. "Hey there Sugar," he drawled, kissing her temple. "Whatcha got there?"

"Laundry, dropping it off at Rick's." she replied, "Do you have laundry that needs done? I was gonna wash some stuff."

"Whatever's on the floor." Merle laughed at her rolling eyes. "Such a slob, " she joked while ducking away from his attempt at smacking her ass. Merle laughed gruffly and rasped, "Go on. Get your woman work done."

"Ass. I think you can wash your own drawers from now on," Sam said over her shoulder while walking away.

"Fuck it, I'll go commando." He hollered causing the others in the room to groan.

"Shuddup Merle, no one wants t'hear 'bout your old naked ass," Daryl barked while drinking the poor excuse of coffee they were serving.

Sam left them to there bickering and stopped at Ricks cell before unloading the folded clothing. She laid it on his bunk and then moved to her cell to collect their dirty clothes. Sam hated doing laundry and usually both Merle and her wore dirty clothes more often than clean. It seemed as soon as she put on freshly washed clothing she got filthy. It seemed almost pointless at times to even bother. Merle's clothes were on the floor but at least in a manageable pile in the corner. He was actually cleaner than Sam was in regards to keep a tidy cell.

The rest of the day Sam spent doing laundry and helping clear the fences. It seemed there were more walkers coming every day. The prison residents weren't sure if it was the noise or the concentrated smell of humans but Daryl and Merle had been discussing the need to reinforce the outer fences. The sheer number of corpses coming to the area had started to bend the chain link and scare the residents. Soon they would have to figure out a plan otherwise the fences would fail.

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