Thanks for everyone's patience. I've been distracted and unable to focus. Lol.
I don't own the walking dead etc. OC and non canon storylines are from my own imagination.
ENJOY!
Sam woke when Rick decided it was time to move out and Merle could tell she was going to hurl. Taking her by the elbow he got the ashen-faced woman outside before she puked. He rubbed her back in soothing circles and tried to decide how to ask her. Merle wasn't sure it was the time to bring it up. If it hadn't occurred to Sam yet, it may fuck up her concentration on the road to wherever the hell they were going. He couldn't risk her being trapped inside her pretty little head at the moment, Merle needed his wife to have his back. He needed his partner. He needed Sam to help keep everyone safe.
Opting to ignore the cause of her sickness, Merle focused on her symptoms, "Ya'll done?"
Sam grunted and nodded while spitting onto the ground like a trucker after a long haul. He smirked at her and drawled, "Such a lady, Sugar."
"Fuck you old man." She snarked, muttering under breath, "Fuckin' smart ass."
Merle snorted and helped her up, handing her a water bottle. "Ya ok?"
She nodded lazily and denied being sick, "Just my nerves and being worn out."
"It'll be a'right Sugar." He assured pulling her into his chest, his hands rubbing up and down her spine. Merle realized she'd lost weight in the last few weeks. Every bump and ridge felt like a failure to him. He wasn't providing enough for her, for his family. 'Step it up Dixon. Got more mouths to feed.' Merle scolded himself while inhaling Sam's scent.
Pulling back Merle looked down at Sam and cupped her flushed cheek. Despite her weary eyes, Sam was beautiful. He wasn't sure if it was just because he "knew" she was carrying his kid or if that "glowing" bullshit was real, Sam looked gorgeous. Stroking her with his life worn thumb Merle drawled, "Gonna find ya a safe place Shug."
Sam smiled and nodded, kissing his palm whispering, "I know you will sweetheart. Love you."
Merle nodded, placing his lips against her sticky forehead rasping, "Love ya Samantha."
The others started to exit the barn, climbing into the RV while Rick, Glenn, Michonne and Aaron entered the car. It was near midnight and from what the recruiter said they had a couple hours to drive the alternate route, and that was if the roads were clear.
Merle settled near the front watching Abraham drive while Daryl rode shotgun. Everyone was stretching out but still on guard. They weren't positive the whole trip wasn't a trap and weren't going to take any chances. Sam was sitting with Maggie and Tara. She was less drawn looking but he could see her struggling to not ralph everywhere. Merle was ninety-eight percent sure she was knocked up and he wasn't sure what to feel about it. Well that wasn't entirely true, he did feel something but was scared to admit it. If Merle were honest he was so goddamn excited to see the kid and that was why he didn't want to acknowledge it.
What if she wasn't? What if she was but it was unhealthy from living like they did? Sam probably got a third of the calories a normal woman should have, not to mention the added calories a pregnant woman should get.
What if it died?
What is she did?
What if there was no safe zone?
All of that and more had Merle hesitant to voice anything out loud, let alone admit in his head. His head was twisted up and knotting even further as the day ticked on.
"What's up with you?" Daryl asked from his seat across from him, his narrowed eyes scanning over Merle's tense posture and faraway face.
Merle grunted, rolling his shoulders in response. He didn't want to talk, he wanted to sit and not gossip like teen girls. Daryl raised an eyebrow and kept his calculating gaze on Merle.
"Fuck off Darylina. Ain't in the fuckin' mood." Merle barked angrily.
He could tell Daryl was going to push but the glare Merle gave him had the man huffing out an indignant breath before looking away. There was a tingling of guilt for being a dick but he couldn't focus on appeasing anyone when he had no idea what might come out of his mouth. He could very well spew out a steady stream of his worst fears and make himself look like a giant pussy.
The drive was going smoothly until the sedan's headlights suddenly lit the road ahead to unveil a herd of massive proportions. The dark shapes shuffling beyond for hundreds of yards were all turning towards the caravan. The sedan had already begun hitting the rotting corpses, blood and body parts splashing across the pavement.
"Son of a dick!" Abraham growled, his hands turning them hastily down a branching off road and away from the walkers.
Carl became distraught about leaving his dad but they had planned for this. If the lead car ran into trouble the RV would make evasive maneuvers to escape the danger. Rick had Abraham and the Dixon's swear they wouldn't risk the group for them. They traveled down the darkened road looking for a milepost. Rosita located them on their map and headed to the designated meeting point. They were turning a corner when a flare was shot into the sky. The Rv exploded with conversation.
"Shit! They're in trouble. We gotta go."
"That's not the plan."
"We gotta help my dad."
"Abe we need to help."
"We hafta help 'em."
"SHUT UP!" Abraham shouted over everyone's voices, "We're goin'. Calm your tits and hold onto your fuckin' panties."
The man bellowed as he took a curve so fast that it made the long vehicle feel as if it were about to tip over. Merle felt his damn nuts in his throat when he saw the road tilting before finally straightening out.
"Jesus Christ, Red. Ya go t' the Dukes o' Hazards school a drivin'?" Merle joked as he braced himself from above during another tight turn. Abraham chuckled gruffly and rasped, "Damn right Hoss. Ain't a real redneck if ya don't know how to fuckin' burn the rubber off them sidewalls."
Merle barked out a laugh and held onto the shelf above him as the crazy eyed jarhead tore through city streets.
Eventually they were speeding into what looked like an industrial area. There were walkers all around and soon they could see a bunch heading to someone lying on the ground near a burned out car. It was dark enough to obstruct their face so they couldn't tell who the injured person was. Screeching to a halt, Merle and Daryl jumped out before the tires stopped. As they reached the figure they discovered a complete stranger pinned under a rust heap of junk, a flare gun in his hand and a knife in the other.
"Who the fuck 'er you?" Merle snapped his eyes darting around for other threats. He shoved his blade through a walkers temple and kicked another to the ground, his foot smashing its skull. Sam was standing by the RV picking off walkers that got to closely while Abraham bludgeoned others in the road.
"I'm Eric… I'm with Aaron. The recruiter who's taking you back." The injured man spoke frantically his eyes looking over to see more undead coming their way.
Merle growled angrily, "I know who you're fuckin' talkin about." Daryl smacked him in the stomach and drawled, "Come on Merle lift with me."
Grunting, the brothers lifted the fender and helped the downed man slid out. They carried him into the RV and followed his directions to a nearby shelter.
Sam wasn't sure what happened but one minute they we're evading a herd and the next she was waking up in some darkened room. Her heart rate skyrocketed as she shot up from her makeshift bed. "Merle." She gasped, her hands groping for a weapon.
"Hey, hey, hey. It's ok." Maggie spoke from her side, her hand feeling Sam's forehead. Sam panted, her eyes darting around taking in the strange room before landing on the man they'd rescued from walkers. His ankle was wrapped and elevated, his face pained. Beth was tending to his foot while Maggie seemed to be guarding her baby sister.
"How are you feeling?" Beth asked while handing over a bottle of water.
"What the hell happened?" Sam asked hoarsely, before sipping on the offered water. Beth explained, "We got here and when you went to stand you passed out. Merle said you've been sick. You're probably just dehydrated."
Sam swallowed thickly and ignored the strange look from Maggie.
"Yeah. Think I'm just tired."
The sound of heavy boots approaching brought Sam upright, her hand on her blade. Merle rushed through the door, his eyes landing on hers before he shot a glare at the injured man.
"Well Sugar. Ya done nappin'? Got shit t'do." He rasped with a cocky grin, sauntering towards her.
"Fuck off old man." She muttered laying back down with a groan, "Can't you do anything on your own."
Merle laughed gruffly while crouching next her, his grin covering the worry in his eyes. Sam slid her hand to his forearm, squeezing it to silently let him know she was fine. He dipped his chin the stress draining out of his cerulean eyes slightly.
"Ya sure?" He rasped quietly enough for only Sam to hear, his rough fingers brushing sweaty hair of her forehead. Nodding Sam turned towards his hand, kissing the heel of his palm. "M'fine. Just tired."
She felt bad about lying but until the trip was over and they knew what this supposed sanctuary was, Sam had to keep Merle focused. Hell, she needed to keep herself focused. So telling herself she was just exhausted and worn out was as good as it was going to get for the time being.
Grunting Merle looked over at the stranger and drawled, "He behavin?"
"He's fine Merle. Any sign of them?" Maggie asked while peering out the doorway.
"Nah." He replied but then stood up quickly, hearing something outside. Sam strained her ears and heard the telltale birdcall they used while in the woods.
Sam sat up and watched Merle stomp out to see if they'd arrived safely. He gave her a pointed look telling her to stay still. Rolling her eyes she muttered, "Wasn't gettin up anyways."
Beth giggled and took the bottle of water from her, "He's a big softy isn't he."
"God no, he's a jackass." She joked, laughing dryly and smiling softly. Beth chuckled and stood up as Aaron came charging into the room going directly to Eric. Sam watched them greet each other and realized they were a couple. She smirked as they spoke low, Aaron red eyed and happy to see his boyfriend no worse for wear.
"Thank you." He choked out making Sam shake her head, "Thank Merle and Daryl. They found him."
"Ain't happenin'." Merle snapped, "She ain't feelin' good."
"Merle I'll be fine. I feel ok, sleeping helped." Sam tried to assure him that Rick's plan of her checking the place out from the top of the Rv was perfectly acceptable. Rick shifted uncomfortably as Merle glared at him, his chest heaving. Sam put a hand on Merle's arm and whispered, "It'll be fine. I'll go up top when we get near, scope it out and come down."
"Oh yeah? And what if they got snipers too huh? You gonna dodge bullets?" Merle growled, shrugging off her hand. Rolling her eyes Sam crossed her arms.
"We don't have snipers." Aaron supplied from the ground next to his boyfriend.
"Shut up. Ain't talkin' t' ya Princess." Merle sneered at Aaron. Sam rolled her eyes at his attempt to insult the men and sighed, "Merle stop."
"Ain't stoppin'. You're my goddamn wife 'n I say ya ain't doin' it." He growled while glaring down at her. Raising an eyebrow she spoke evenly and calmly, "Merle if you think the way to get me to listen is to treat my like a goddamn piece of property you don't know me very well."
Merle ground his teeth and muttered, "Ain't… Just tryin' to protect ya."
"Guys you really don't need to do that. We aren't lying." Eric tried to play mediator. Merle's narrowed eyes landed on the man but instead of shrinking from the darkened gaze, he raised a challenging eyebrow. Sam smirked at the guy's ability to stand up against a Dixon stink eye.
"Not trustin' the word of a couple strangers." He snarled before stomping outside with a heavy tread. Sam looked at Rick and nodded, "I'll be fine."
"Why not just have Sasha? She's a great shot." Glenn asked from the side, wiping the grease off his hands from fixing the RV. Rick sighed and scrubbed his face speaking quietly, "She's strugglin' right now. I need someone with a cool head and a keen eye. Sasha's gonna be on the ground to deal with walkers. Its what she needs right now."
Sam understood completely. The woman had lost everything she held dear and was suffering to control herself.
She nodded and shouldered her rifle, "I'll do it. I'm feeling fine. If that changes I'll let y'all know."
The group loaded up into the Rv, Merle purposely avoiding Sam's eyes as she climbed inside. Sighing she looked at Daryl who smirked and rasped, "Somebody's in the doghouse."
"Fuck you Dixon." She growled without any real malice, slumping in a seat next to him rather than with the simmering Merle.
There were walls, very tall walls. Sam felt her eyes prickle at the sight but swallowed through it. She needed to keep focused as she stood on top of the Rv, her scope scanning the fence line and beyond. There were no snipers despite the tall vantage points. The only person she saw that looked remotely armed was the oblivious man at the gate. He hadn't looked up from his book even as they approached.
She saw large houses and cleared manicured yards. There were children riding bikes down the streets and even a kid walking a dog. Her breathing was quickening and heart pounding so loudly in her ears that she couldn't move. Merle was watching her from below, his eyes strained and back ramrod straight. Rick was standing, his gun drawn but at his side, waiting for her to speak but she couldn't find the words.
"Well?" Daryl drawled, his lip in between his teeth and his bow pressed into his shoulder.
Sam swallowed and looked down giving them a nod, "No shooters, clear roads… looks… good."
Rick nodded, looking at everyone and drawling, "A'right, let's go."
Sam climbed down the back of the Rv, Merle grabbing her hips and helping her down. Turning to face him, she peered up and teased, "See. Safe and sound."
Merle pulled her around the Rv seeing everyone else walking towards the gate.
"Shush." He drawled cupping her cheek, pulling her close and kissing her softly on the lips. "Just want ya by my side for as long as possible."
"I know Merle, me too." She responded before feeling the urge to tell him. Sam had to tell him, it wasn't fair to keep such a thing from him. "Merle I think… I may be... I'm... "
"I'm thinkin' Merle Jr if it's a boy." he rasped with a coy grin. Sam's mouth dropped open and she stammered, "What? How? And no fucking way."
Merle chuckled, shrugging, "Just do. Been sick and noticed this afternoon, you're always purdy but... Just something about today Sugar."
She smiled up at him and kissed him gently on the lips. Merle's hand was splayed out on her lower back, her frame stretched out against his.
"Are you ok with it?" she asked him, chewing her cheek, the fear of him being upset flooding her. Merle smirked down at her and murmured, "Can't wait t'see ya all round with my baby."
Smiling widely she teased, "Got a thing for potbellies huh?" Merle chuckled and opened his mouth to tease back when his brother interrupted.
"Merle!" Daryl shouted, "got comp'ny."
They turned to see walkers coming their way. Moving nonchalantly to the others Sam turned and began picking them off easily. Her silenced rifle letting off tiny pops as the dead landed hard to the ground. Merle tapped her shoulder, "Come on Sugar."
Walking through the gates of Alexandria safe zone for the first time Sam looked up at Merle and slid her hand into his. His large palm squeezed hers in reassurance and rasped, "Stay close. Ears and eyes open."
"Always," she quipped with a tiny grin.
They stood in the street facing a few new people only one of them armed. Sam moved her critical eye across every window, every fence, looking for shooters. Not only were there none, there were people just lazing about like it was a typical Saturday afternoon sipping sweet tea. Merle kept Sam to his left and Daryl to his right, never beyond reach.
"Hello everyone. My names Deanna. Welcome to Alexandria."
Merle huffed out an angry breath as Deanna, the safe zone's leader, called for Sam to come in for an interview. Each person had to be seen and questioned before they were allowed to stay. The group had been slowly called into Deanna's home for the sit-downs, each person going alone. Merle wasn't about to let his wife go into a strange place by herself.
"We go together." He demanded as Sam stood up from her seat in the grass. Deanna cocked an eyebrow and tried to assure him, "It's only an interview. I prefer to speak to new residents one on one."
"Don't give a shit what you prefer lady. She ain't goin' alone." Merle barked , his hand still holding onto Sam's wrist.
"Merle it's fine." Sam muttered, placing a hand on his forearm.
Merle's nostrils flared and he hissed, "Ain't fuckin fine with me."
"Come on Merle. She'll be fine. Everybody else was." Carol spoke with an eerie smile that gave Merle the creeps.
"I don't give a rats ass. I ain't lettin' her outta my sight."
Deanna stepped down from the porch and kept eye contact with him while speaking wholeheartedly, "I assure you Merle, your wife will be just fine."
"I don't need you goddamn assurances. Heard enough of those for a goddamn lifetime, they don't mean shit."
Sam placed a hand on his chest, pushing him away. Merle let her knowing she wouldn't be able to move him if he didn't allow it. Growling he snapped, "Ain't leavin my eye Sam."
"Calm the fuck down ya ass." She hissed, "You wanna get kicked out before we even get a shot? What if they got a doctor? I need that now."
Sneering his mouth angrily he looked away before pulling her into his chest, his arm wrapped protectively around her shoulders. He muttered, "Could be bad. What if some fucker like the Gov's in there? Huh? Fuckin' auditionin' for his next play thang."
Sam pulled back to look up at her husband and promised, "Then I'll cut his fucking nuts off okay? I gotta do this. I'll be ok. If anything happens I'll scream like a goddamn alley cat okay?"
Growling under his breath, "fine I swear to Christ, they do anything to ya I'ma burn the place t' the ground."
"That's fair. I'll be right back." She assured him and hand splayed across his chest. Merle watched her pull away and walk up the staircase into the house. He paced away impatiently, scrubbing his face and rubbing his neck. Daryl came up to him and watched him stalking back and forth for a moment before asking, "What's up Merle? Been acting more crazy than usual."
Huffing out an irritated breath he snapped, "Fuck off."
"Ain't fuckin off til ya tell me brother." Daryl's voice was calm.
Merle approached and rubbed his face before looking over his shoulder at everyone's curious gazes. He spoke low enough for only Daryl to hear, "Sam's pregnant."
"What?!" Daryl exclaimed making people look over at them. Merle smacked him against his head and barked, "Shut up."
"Watch it asshole." Daryl groaned, rubbing his ear before asking, "How?"
"How what Darylina? You need the birds and bees speech?" Merle jeered with a bemused expression. Daryl rolled his eyes, "No, asshole how do ya know?"
"Just do. Been sick for awhile. Pukin' her guts out and passin' out." Merle detailed while staring at the house waiting for her to return. The longer Sam was gone the more agitated he got. Merle couldn't stand the idea of her being inside alone with strangers. If she didn't return soon Merle was going to kick the damn door down and demand to see his wife. Fuck the old broad's rules.
Sam sat down in the armchair across from the older woman named Deanna. She had turned on a video camera and began asking her questions about her past. Sam felt uncomfortable being on her own after having spent so much time surrounded by her family. There really wasn't a moment alone in the new world, it was too dangerous.
"Ok Sam, is that short for Samantha?" the older woman asked, crossing her legs while casually relaxing into her chair. Sam had the urge to not answer her at all, to keep her distance to protect herself. She had a frightening flashback of being interrogated by the Governor and his cronies. Sam's spine stiffened and she tightened her hands into fists, digging her nails into her palms.
Deanna watched her calmly, her hands woven together and resting on her knee. "You're safe here Sam."
The statement made her snort and mutter, "That's what they all say."
"Whose they?"
"The world of monsters living beyond your walls." She answered easily, her eyes scanning over the room. Sam took in the artistically framed black and white photos. Paintings that belonged in museums. There was a large table filled with different blue prints and drawings of buildings. A vase of fresh flowers. Things of the old world.
"Are you talking about the dead or the living?"
"Both." Sam replied, her eyes returned to the woman across from her. She took in the older woman's clean clothing. Something straight out of an L.L bean catalog. It seemed too normal. Too fake. Sam wanted to get back to Merle. She hadn't realized how fucking dependent her mental well being had become on Merle. "What else do you need to know?"
"Well what did you do before all this?" Deanna asked, "I used to be a congresswoman for instance. I spent my time in offices and government buildings. I use those skills to run Alexandria."
"I was a drug running felon who was released from prison because of overcrowding two weeks before the world imploded." Sam answered honestly not truly caring anymore about hiding her past. It seemed like decades old news.
"Wow. I guess that prepared you in some ways?" Deanna answered with a tiny smile.
"I suppose it exposed me to how terrible the world can be." Sam spoke introspectively, "I saw the ugliness way before the dead rose. Doesn't hurt to know how to hotwire a car either."
The congresswoman laughed lightly and nodded, "Did you know Merle before?"
Sam couldn't help the smile from forming and shook her head, "Nah after. He saved my life."
"How's that?"
Sam pursed her lips and looked away a moment. It felt like forever but sometimes it felt like only hours had passed. That metal room surrounded by the cries of other victims, the burning on her back and trembling of her hands. Times when she woke covered in sweat, heart racing and eyes frantic. "I was kidnapped by a group and taken back to a little picturesque town. Kinda like this truthfully. Everything and everyone so normal. The guy who ran it, hid all the dirty details. Merle was there and he helped me escape."
"Why'd he do it?"
"He didn't want me to be hurt anymore."
Deanna nodded suggesting, "That explains his desire to come in with you."
"Merle's protective of his family."
Deanna asked her about her family and then steered the conversation to Sam's views on the safe zone. "What are your hopes for Alexandria to be?"
"I hope it's real. That we have a place to rest before it all goes to shit again."
Deanna's brow wrinkled and her lips pursed. Sam could tell she was upset with Sam statements. She adjusted in her seat, leaning forward, "What do you mean?"
Sighing heavily Sam explained her thoughts on how the real world worked. "It always goes to shit. It's unavoidable."
"I don't agree." the older woman spoke fervently, her face pinched.
Sam snorted and drawled, "You don't have to. It's how it is, the cycle of life. Nothing lasts forever."
"Understandable. It doesn't mean we'll lose this place though." Deanna said with determined eyes, "Death will always happen but the walls don't have to fall. Not when we have strong people to help keep them up."
Sam nodded and ruminated about the statement but opted not to comment. Deanna informed her about the living situations and the amenities of the town. Their group would have two houses to split and the following day they would be assigned jobs if they stayed. Deanna also broke the news that no one was armed inside town, that all the guns were kept in the armory. Only the guard carried or anyone going beyond the walls. They would be expected to disarm if they stayed. Sam ground her teeth at the news knowing Merle was going to be far from happy about the information.
'Shit he's going to flip the fuck out.' she thought anxiously.
Merle leaned against the bookcase, arms crossed and outward appearance casual. He wanted to assess the situation but also put the woman on edge. Wanting to test his boundaries and see how far he could push the woman until she slipped up and showed her true face. The town was far too perfect and the broad had to be hiding something.
"You can take a seat, rest those feet." Deanna spoke with a grin. Merle grunted, rolling his shoulders before sneering, "Ain't tired. 'sides we ain't here to lollygag. Ask you're damn questions so I can get the hell outta 'ere."
Merle kept his narrowed eyes on the woman as she pondered her next set of questions. Deanna actually impressed Merle with her ability to take the Dixon glare. That made two people who stood up to him, the old woman and the fairy recruiter. Merle needed to step up his intimidation game. He must be slacking.
"You and your brother are so similar, " she remarked with a little laugh, "Those eyes must work on most people huh?"
"Don' know what you're talkin' about Mizz Congresswoman." He drawled, stretching her title into a taunt. The woman smirked despite his prodding and asked, "How long have you been with Sam?"
Merle's cheek tick at the question, his hackles rising to the subject change. "Awhile. Why?"
"You both seem very close."
"We are." He replied dryly, his squinted eyes drilling into the ballsy woman. Deanna nodded thoughtfully, "It must be nice having that out there, someone to love."
Snorting loudly Merle rasped, "It's a pain in the ass."
"How do you mean?" she asked while leaning forward, her elbow on her knees. Merle could tell she was analyzing everything. She came off as relaxed but Merle could see the underlying tension. The pinched lips and crinkled eyes.
"Makes ya lose focus. Ain't got time to be stuck in your head." He answered calmly, his prosthesis resting on a bookshelf as his finger traced the different book's spines. He saw a few titles he'd read and others he'd like to. Merle still missed Woodbury's library.
"You regret being with her." Deanna stated with a questioning tone. Merle shook his head, "Not even for a second."
Deanna smiled at that statement and asked, "How'd you lose you're hand?"
"Don't matter how no more. Been forever and a day 'n talkin' ain't gonna change it."
"So it was traumatic?" She prodded.
"I lost a fucking hand didn I? Shit woman ya think cuttin' your own hand off is stroll in the fucking park?" He barked regretting giving away the information immediately.
Deanna was silent for a moment and spoke honestly, "I can't imagine the pain both physically and mentally. Sam was right about you."
"Sam's always right. Just don' tell 'er I said that." Merle laughed hoarsely despite himself.
"Good man… She said you were the strongest son of a bitch she'd ever met and if anybody was going to keep the walls up it'd be you, even if it were done only by pure bullheadedness."
Merle smirked and looked away towards the window. He could glimpse Daryl and Sam sitting on the curb outside. His brother guarding her without even being asked to. 'Gotta tell him what a good man he's turned into.' He thought with a swelling of pride.
"If you all stay, what would you like for Alexandria?" Her voice brought Merle back into the room.
"Like it to not be just 'nother failure."
"We need strong people like you Merle, like your brother and Sam. Your whole group will change this community. Will strengthen us and help humanity live on. Grow even."
Merle didn't have much else to say to the woman and when she finally figured out he'd spoken as much as he was going to, she relieved him. He stalked out instantly, his eyes finding Sam speaking to Rick quietly. As he approached she her lips quirked at him making his chest ache pleasantly. 'Goddamn if she ain't the prettiest thing I ever did see.' He thought in disbelief.
"Whaddya think?" Rick rasped instantly, his eyes scanning his family while obviously talking a head count. Merle'd seen him do it before and figured the man probably didn't even realize it.
"I think that they're morons keeping everyone unarmed. They're weak 'n sheltered." He spoke quietly, "If it's too good to be true, we can fix it because we're much fucking stronger than these sheep even without our guns."
Merle was on his knees in front of Sam while the shower head rained down on top of them. They had been led to their new houses and given supplies. They had hot water and electricity. It was like stepping into the past, a world without death and destruction.
Sam scrubbed soap through his hair, massaging away the dirt and sweat, taking away the outside world.
"You need a hair cut old man and a shave." She remarked noticing his hair was actually starting to curl.
"I know. Look like a fuckin' hippie." He rasped in between kissing the skin around her belly button. His hand was gripping her hip while his blunt ended arm stroked down her thigh and up the back of her leg to rest below her ass. Holding her close.
Laughing she began washing his shoulders and back, her fingertips rubbing into his tan skin. Merle moaned into her abdomen, his teeth lightly nipping her skin.
"Merle," she gasped as his hand slid up the inside of her thigh, his thumb brush across her clit. "Jesus."
He laughed gruffly, peering up at her with a cocky grin. "Yeah Sugar. Somethin' wrong?"
"Noooo," she moaned her knees trembling as his thick finger slid inside her. Sam's tight walls clenched onto Merle's finger as he pumped slowly. He groaned into her chest as his mouth sucked and licked her tits.
"Damn Sugar. So tight." He moaned, pushing a second finger into her fast and hard. Bending down his licked the seam of her thigh causing Sam to dig her fingers into his shoulders. "Mmm. Mm. Mm." He hummed as his tongue dipped between her thighs while working her over with his hand. "Fuckin' taste even sweeter Sam."
"Goddamn p- please." She begged him as the tension built to a fever pitch. Merle curled his fingers while sucking her into his hot mouth.
"Mother of fuck." She growled before her body curved over his head, her knees giving way. The backs of her eyes light up and she bit her tongue trying to contain the sobs of pleasure. Sam panted against his neck, her hands shakily holding onto him. Merle was stroking her stomach, kissing it between muttered whispers. Sam stood up but swayed as the blood rushed from her head.
"I gotcha Sugar." He drawled standing upright to hold her trembling frame steady. Backing Sam up against the wall Merle lay against her, cupping her cheek. His bright blue eyes scanned her flushed face a moment before he rasped, "Imma take care of ya Sam... Both of ya."
Smiling at him with watery eyes she murmured, "I know Merle."
Thanks for reading and reviewing!
Author note:
I have been thinking about this fic and wondering if I should wind it down. I don't like when fics just keep going to go and don't want the quality to decline. Thoughts? Are Merle and Sam getting monotonous?