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Sam stood watch as the others slept around the smothered campfire. The group was resting after walking north towards Noah's family's camp. It was a long hike but they didn't have any other great ideas.
Leaning against the tree she cradled her rifle in her arms, the night had been quiet and without even a breeze through the leaves it felt unnaturally still. Sam let her eyes roam over the tree line and thought about the last couple weeks of drama. They had been in a cannibal's lair, almost murdered and eaten, then they were reunited and attacked again by the remaining cannibals. They'd been split up, ran from and fought a herd before finally being reunited yet again. The days had blended together and Sam couldn't even be sure how much time had passed. It felt like a lifetime, yet just like yesterday. The scuff of a shoe brought her eyes around to see Merle sauntering towards her, his swagger making her grin.
"Hey Sugar, anything?" Merle rasped quietly, his eyes amused. Sam smiled giving him a headshake, "Nah. Been quiet." Tipping his head towards the others, "Should go rest Sweets."
Sam shook her head while her eyes kept trailing through the woods, "Rather take watch with you. Then we go to bed together." Merle grinned pulling her into his side and wrapping an arm around her back. "You just want to seduce me." he drawled gruffly, his breath heating her cool skin.
Sam snorted and squeezed him tightly murmuring, "As much as I would love it, I wanna keep everybody alive through the night."
Merle laughed gruffly pulling away, "A'right A'right. Maybe we can get away tomorrah." Sam smirked nodding her head whispering, "I think that would be very nice."
Merle scouted ahead with Sam and Glenn for anything of use. The group needed food, water and vehicles. If they were going to travel over five hundred miles they needed transportation. Daryl stayed behind to hunt while the others hunkered down resting and conserving energy.
"Should be a town a mile west from here." Glenn spoke quietly following Merle's lead while Sam watched their six. Merle nodded absent mindedly while keeping them on track for the town. He knew the group was exhausted and also knew he wouldn't stop until they found some kind of relief. If they could get at least one of their needs taken care of morale would go up. As it was the group seemed to be hanging by a thread despite the good fortune of reuniting. The false hope of a cure had hit many of the group hard. It hadn't even phased Merle or Sam, both having been completely skeptical of the mullet wearing weirdo to begin with. They hadn't lost anything with the news.
'Damn, when did I start givin' a shit bout a bunch assholes morale?.' Merle grumbled inwardly, shaking his head in disbelief. He scoffed at the internal dialog because he knew when and he knew why. Ever since Sam. 'Damn girl's turned me softer than Judith's fat lil' cheeks.' He chuckled to himself.
"There," Glenn spoke clearing Merle's hazy thoughts. The trio found themselves at the back of a small auto dealership. "Score," Glenn spoke excitedly. Merle grunted in return holding back the sudden optimism. He knew well enough to not get his hopes up. He was a fucking Dixon after all. They weren't known for being lucky fellas.
The trio moved slowly into the complex, scouting for any signs of life or undead. Trash blew along the cracked pavement, weeds taking over the parking lot. The cars were all covered in thick film of dirt and bird shit. The dealership was located in the outer town limits. There was nothing for miles around so the tiny auto mall was the best option for days.
They moved easily, scouting the whole area finding a few walkers and dead bodies. None of the cars had been looted yet surprisingly and the office was unlocked but undisturbed.
Merle moved quickly and found nothing of danger as they began looting the office desk and break room. Finding a vending machine full of junk food and flat soda as well as a few five gallons jugs for the water cooler, the group headed out to the cars.
"We could camp here tonight." Sam remarked, "Sleep in the office and cars."
"Good idea. Probably go get the others and get back here by dusk." Merle rasped checking his rifle's magazine.
"I'll go back. You two get all the cars siphoned into whatever that'll fit us all." Glenn suggested raking his dirty hair out of his eyes. Merle grunted in agreement because he wasn't leaving Sam ever again and handed over his rifle. "Take it n' don't die."
Glenn snorted and quipped, "Thanks Merle, I'll try."
Merle and Sam got to work on siphoning the gas and circling some cars for a makeshift camp around the front entrance, giving them some added security. Merle got a fire pit dug in a sidewalk planter while Sam collected dry firewood. They would have a small fire to cook whatever Daryl caught for dinner.
As it neared dusk Merle caught sight of the others making their way through the thick brush. Rick was bouncing Judith in his arms as they approached. He smiled at Sam as she hauled another armload of wood over the car barricade.
"Good idea guys," he remarked passing Judith to Carl after he climbed over.
"All Sam," Merle bragged with a grin making Sam roll her eyes and hide a blush. Merle couldn't help but grin wider at his girl's shyness. 'Fuckin adorable,' he thought in amusement. He couldn't believe how soft he'd gotten but he wasn't exactly upset by it.
Daryl had no real luck finding game, only bringing back a handful of scrawny squirrels. They gave most the meat to the Carl, Carol who was still injured from being hit in Atlanta and Beth who was practically skeletal despite being in a place with provisions. She told the group that they kept a tab of everything she consumed or healthcare she needed. Even the medical supplies needed to treat the injuries she accrued there counted against her. Merle thought Maggie was going to force them to head back so she could burn the fucking place down.
Daryl sat down next to Merle and grunted, "Ya'll did good with this place."
"Ain't nuthin'. Just a fucking parkin' lot in who the fuck knows where." Merle rasped unbuckling his sleeve. He could feel a sore spot brewing and he needed Sam to help care for it. No matter how much care he took with it, Sam always kept it healthier. Merle felt Daryl's eyes on the stump as he rolled the sock off. The skin was pale and bruised from the constant pressure. "Got somthin' t'say baby brother?" Merle snarked his jaw tightening anxiously.
"Nah just don't ever see it." He drawled, "it hurtin'?"
Merle shrugged and watched Sam approach with a small first aid bag. His lips twitched at her ability to always know when she was needed. He glanced over to Daryl and answered, "Ain't bad 'cause a Sam."
She plopped down in front of Merle and smirked, "Well how bad did ya fuck it up?"
Rolling his eyes Merle drawled, "Shuddup and do your job woman." Daryl snorted and leaned back as if waiting for the fistfight. Sam scowled and muttered, "Better be coin' your manly duties later then."
Merle barked out a laugh and leered playfully, "Ya bes' be ready for me Sugar."
Daryl groaned and scrubbed his face whining, "Why do ya both always gotta be gross?"
Merle gave him a sly smirk and teased, "Only reason ya think it's gross is cuz ya ain't been laid since Luanne Taylor."
His little brother looked at him in horror and exclaimed, "Ain't never been with Luanne! Damn Merle she banged halfa Georgia."
Sam laughed while methodically cleaning the sore spots of Merle's right arm. He ignored the looks of the others and tried to focus on Sam.
"Jus' sayin Darylina." He rasped with a teasing grin. Daryl squinted his eyes and mumbled, "Ain't need your shit Merle. 'ncase ya ain't noticed we're tryin' to survive, ain't got time for that shit."
"Oh we got time for it, ain't tha' right Sugar?" he joked laughing gruffly at his brother exasperation. Sam chuckled dryly and tried to help Daryl out, "Merle stop being a dick."
"Pfft. Don' know what y'all are on about. Jus' tryin' to help."
Daryl sighed and grunted, "Got watch." Merle snickered as he watched his brother saunter away from them, meeting up with Rick before taking a watch position. Sam finished wrapping his arm and then leaned forward, kissing the blunt wrist without hesitation. Merle felt his chest constrict at how sweet she could be with an old redneck like him.
"I wasn't kidding about later Merle." She whispered while smirking, "Better be ready to relieve some of my tension."
Merle laughed gruffly and cupped her cheek, "Sweetheart, Imma make you scream my name." She grinned and packed her supplies away.
They sat for a few hours with everyone before finally turning in for much needed rest. Sam and Merle crawled into one of the mini vans set up for a barricade. Merle had pulled out the back seats to give them room to lay down.
Sam pulled off her boots and stretched out with a groan. Merle removed his own boots and then unbuckled his jeans, a lascivious grin sliding on his face. Sam snickered and joked, "Anxious old man?"
"Pffft. Jus' givin' my woman what she wants. Ya said I gotta do my manly duties." He explained adding, " n' I know ya want me."
Sam smirked slowly and let her hands slid down her stomach towards her jeans. She watched Merle's hand stutter to a stop as his eyes focused on her movements. Letting her finger pop the button on her pants open, pulling the zipper down leisurely. Sam bite her lip as the heat from Merle's gaze landed on her shy face.
"Fuck Sugar." He rasped, his voice rougher than before. Sam grinned while lifting her hips off the floor to push down her jeans. Merle groaned at the sight of her red boyshort underwear. "Jesusfuck. Sugar, leave those on."
She smirked as he yanked off his shirt and pants. His hands grabbed Sam's hips, pulling her towards him. Resting on his elbows, Merle lay between her legs, his hips rolling against her. Sam moaned digging her nails into Merle's ribs as his hardon ground into her damp panties. Leaning on his forearm Merle ran his thumb along the edge of the cotton shorts, the calloused tip gliding underneath.
"Merle," she gasped her face tucking against his neck. Sam kissed along his scruffy jaw and sucked a sharp breath as his fingers trailed through her lips.
"Fuck Sug'," Merle grunted as he fisted the thin fabric between her thighs, yanking them down hastily. "Spread those sexy thighs. Gotta taste this wet pussy."
Sam moaned at his filthy mouth and let her knees drop open, gasping as his hand smoothed over her soft wet skin. Merle slipped down her body and traced the seam of her inner thigh with his nose, grunting a string of curse words. Sam could feel his warm breath on her as his tongue dipped inside her.
"Goddamn," he moaned before diving in wholeheartedly. Sam couldn't stop from writhing against his face as he stroked her thoroughly. The van's temperature skyrocketed as did their stifled moans. Her body bowed off the floor as Merle pushed her toward the edge. Every muscle in her body simultaneously tensed and relaxed. She saw sparks behind her clenched eye lids. Merle growled into her soft skin before rising up on his knees. Sam panted, her lips curled up as she watched Merle looking at her with a cocky grin.
"Ya look thoroughly serviced Sugar," he drawled pushing down his boxers and lowering himself in between her splayed legs. Sam chuckled but instantly sighed at the feel of his warm skin against hers.
"You did good old man." She murmured, her hands sliding along his ribs and over his chest to cup his face. They kissed slowly, tasting each other deeply. Merle's hand adjusted himself to Sam's wet lips. With a slow rocking of his hips, Merle worked her over slowly. The atmosphere going from frantic to unhurried. Sam watched him visibly relax, his features softening the longer he moved inside her. Stretching her neck up she kissed him leisurely yet deep.
"Merle," Sam gasped as the pressure built inside her again, a tight coil aching to snap. He groaned as her muscles clenched down, a spasm running through her whole petite frame.
"Tha's it Sugar. Feel so damn good Sam." His voice hoarse as he rolled his hips faster, his rough cheek brushing against her temple. Sam couldn't touch enough of him, nothing felt close enough. Their bodies moved with the ease of familiarity, each giving the other what they need. A new angle of thrust had Sam's control break, like a fuse to a firecracker.
"Fuck." She moaned slowly, her fingers digging into Merle neck and hip. He groaned at the sensation of Sam's orgasm. A triggering of flutters pulled him over with her. Time stopped as they both relaxed, tension and worries forgotten. Only the two of them in that moment existed, soft panting breathes and slowly blinking eyes.
Merle was murmuring soft words against Sam's neck, light kisses and finger strokes. Nuzzling into his shoulder she inhaled deeply, savoring the all-encompassing presence of the man she loved. His masculine smell caused a pleasant ache in her chest, a tugging that made her breath hitch, the emotions flooded her with just his scent.
Pulling back Merle looked down at her, his hand brushing hair off her damp forehead. His piercing blue eyes drifted across her face, a slow path as if memorizing every detail. Once they landed on her own he smirked. Merle opened his mouth for a moment but closed it as if second-guessing his next words. Sam cocked an eyebrow and waited for him to speak. No one can force a Dixon to talk.
He rolled onto his side and pulled Sam with him, tucking her against his bare chest and wrapping an arm around her waist. They lay silently for a moment before Merle's deep rasp brought Sam's attention upwards.
"Been thinkin'." He spoke cautiously, clearing his throat roughly.
"Dangerous." Sam quipped with a tiny smile trying to break the tension. Merle rolled his eyes and playfully smacked her ass. Sam laughed lightly and nuzzled into his warm body listening to him hum in pleasure at her burrowing.
"Like I was sayin' before ya interrupted me. Been thinkin' that… well see…" he rambled before huffing out an irritated breath, rubbing the bridge of his nose. Sam peeked up and assured him, "You can talk to me about anything Merle. What's wrong?"
"Nothin's wrong just… ahh Fuck it!" he growled cupping her face he spoke plainly yet passionately, "I ain't got no ring 'n I'll prolly be shit at it but one thang I can promise 's I won' never hurt ya and I won't let nothin' or no one ever hurt ya 'gain. I ain't no pussy 'n I never thought I'd be here sayin' this shit." He laughed dryly, scrubbing his face.
"What are you saying exactly?" Sam asked with a wrinkled forehead.
"I wanna call ya my wife, Sam." Merle spoke quietly with an edge of nervousness in his tone. Sam's heart felt like it stopped for a full minute before it kicked into overdrive. Her eyes prickled but she swallowed through it and she noticed Merle's worried expression.
Sam smiled softly and cupped his rough cheek before leaning forward to kiss him. After the short yet sweet kiss Sam murmured, "I wanna call you my husband."
A deep breath escaped slowly as Merle heard the words and he grinned. "Shit woman, leave me hangin' all damn night."
Laughing quietly she kissed his jaw and neck whispering, "Sorry sweet man. Is there anything I can do to make it up to my husband?"
A coy smirk slid onto Merle's face as he drawled, "Well wifey, I think I can come up with somethin'."
The group had driven for a couple days towards their destination in Richmond. They would be there by mid morning the next day if everything went as planned. Merle followed Rick's vehicle down a long dirt road towards what looked like a private airfield. Abraham suggested it stating it would probably have secure fences and possible shelter.
At the end of the dirt road they found a huge swath of land cleared for a short airstrip. Just as Abraham predicted the area was fenced in to prevent people or animals from entering the runway.
Beyond the fences sat abandoned planes and helicopters as well as a few large plane hangers and a taller building used for air traffic control.
"Hot damn," Merle drawled with a grin, "Ya think they got any of those mini bar bottles?"
Sam laughed and answered, "God willing."
Daryl and Abraham got the gate open for the group to head in, closing it behind them to prevent any of the wandering dead to follow. A group was elected to clear the property and it's buildings. It was a large complex and took an hour but soon they were able to settle into one of the large aluminum buildings. Glenn, Maggie, Sam and Merle started searching every plane for supplies while the others searched the buildings. Another group circled the perimeter to check for fence weaknesses. They weren't sure if they were staying more than a night but decided it would be worth it to have a back up if Richmond didn't work out.
Sam was collecting all the first aide supplies and tools from the storage cabinets of a private jet. She shrugged on the overflowing backpack and watched as Maggie tossed in the last bag of potato chips into her own bag.
"All done?" Sam asked the woman who nodded happily responding, "I found Glenn's favorite… Cool Ranch Doritos."
Sam laughed and quipped, "Lucky hubby."
Maggie grinned, her dimples showing deeply and she asked, "What about you? When are you two tying the knot?"
Sam felt a blush crawl up her neck as the night before flooded her mind. Maggie's mouth opened slightly in shock and she exclaimed, "I was kidding! Oh My God! Did Merle propose? Holy shit he did. Oh My God I can't picture him…."
Sam slapped a hand over Maggie's mouth, "Stop. You can't say anything."
Maggie's brow furrowed and she pulled Sam's hand away asking, "Why not? Its awesome."
"Because he's not one to share shit like that. He's a big tough guy." Sam explained and added, "It's not that he's ashamed he's just…"
"An ass?"
Sam barked out a laugh and shook her head, "Nah, well yes but no. He's just a private person about some stuff. It's fine I don't need some big deal of it. I mean it's not like we're any different. We're just as committed as we were before." With a shrug Sam started to leave the plane when Maggie explained, "It's still a big deal. Him asking you."
Sam smiled at her and nodded shyly and murmured, "It was nice… Him saying it out loud."
"Well just imagine if he did it in front of everyone," Maggie teased with a playful grin. Sam rolled her eyes and warned, "Don't even Maggie. I swear I'll eat all the Cool Ranch Doritos if you blab."
Maggie chuckled and threw her hands up and conceded, "Fiiiiiiine. He's gotta get you a ring though. It's required." Rolling her eyes Sam drawled, "I don't need a ring. All I need is the man."
Sitting in a large circle the group enjoyed some of the food supplies they scavenged while savoring the warm fire in an oil drum. Glenn and Merle had found a handful of mini liquor bottles while Abraham found a pint of whiskey. Everyone took a few sips and chatted about the upcoming day. Noah was excited and told stories of his brothers and his mom. They were all laughing about the antics his kid brothers got into being identical twins.
Merle leaned against the landing gear of a plane, Sam between his legs and her back against his chest. He let his right arm rest around her waist as his chin sat atop her shoulder. She was eating a bag of pretzels and occasionally she'd stuff one in his mouth over her shoulder. Merle kept noticing Maggie look at them while whispering to Glenn. He narrowed his eyes at the woman and watched her look away.
"Whaddya tell Peaches?"he asked gruffly next to her cheek. Sam sighed and turned slightly whispering, "She may have weaseled certain information out of me."
"Pffft. Damn women gossipin'. What she say? Tell ya how you're settlin' for some old redneck?"
Sam stretched her head back, kissing his cheek saying, "She said she was happy for us. You aren't just some old redneck baby, you're my old redneck."
Merle dug his fingers into her ribs making her squeal and then blush as everyone's eyes land on her. Merle chuckled low next to her neck and teased, "Keep it down Sugar. Disturbin' the natives."
Thank for reading and reviewing! Am I a weirdo for making myself swoon with Merle's proposal?
PS, they better tell us about Glenn tomorrow night or I'll explode.