Sweet Dreams Are Made Of This

Chapter 70

Author's Note: So a little bit of Merle, Andrea and Michonne in this chapter. Merle needs to know about Rick and Jewel, but he isn't going to tell his sister he knows when she get's to Woodbury. Sneaky huh? Ninety Seven People are following this! WOAH. Thank you all!

Woodbury:

Merle walked into the infirmary. "Go ahead and check your patient Doc," he told the doctor. "Bet you were wondering if I was real or not, Blondie. Probably hoping I wasn't," he said as he straddled the chair. "Well here I am, I guess this big old world just gets a little smaller near the end huh? Ain't so many of us left to share the air right? You know when they found me, I was near bled out, starving, thinking' to myself a bullet might make a good last meal. Take myself a long nap after, wait for Daryl, Jewel and Summer on the other side. You seen my brother? My sister? My niece?" he asked as he looked at the two women.

Andrea shook her head. "Not for a long time."

"Well that makes the two of us," Merle told her.

"Daryl went back for you, with Rick and Glenn and T Dog, but you were already gone," Andrea told him.

"Well not all of me!" Merle said as he showed her his stub.

Andrea looked disgusted. "Oh God."

Merle laughed. "Yeah all thanks to Rick that prick that handcuffed me and left me up there to die."

"He tried, Daryl saw that. Jewel and Summer, too," Andrea told him.

"Daryl was always the sweet one, my baby brother. Summer's a teen, and Jewel well she and I never got along well anyway," Merle told her.

"Her and Rick, they were getting close," Andrea told him.

"Close? Exactly what do you mean by close?" Merle asked as he looked at her.

"Starting a relationship, were getting close," Andrea explained. "They were good for each other."

Merle laughed. "Figure's my little sister would be opening' up her legs for the bastard that left me on a damn roof top."

"I'm not sure she was sleeping with him," Andrea said. "Daryl, Jewel and Summer wanted to keep lookin' but people died. Lots of them. Jim, Dale, Luke, Kaden….Amy," she said softly.

"Your sister?" Merle asked.

"Yes," Andrea told him.

"She was a good kid, I'm sorry to hear it," Merle responded honestly. "Kaden though, now that isn't a shame."

"There was more, a lot more. We had to leave Atlanta, we wound up on a farm. Daryl and Jewel both stepped up, Summer too. She was amazing," Andrea said.

"Now they're dead," Merle responded.

"I don't know that for sure," Andrea answered. "We were over run by a herd," she answered.

"How long ago?" Merle asked her.

"Seven or eight months, I was separated from the rest of them, got left behind. I know what it feels like," Andrea told him.

Merle held up his hand. "I seriously doubt that."

"What do you want from us?" Andrea asked.

Merle scoffed. "There she sits with four walls around her, roof over her head, medicine in her veins, and she wants to know what we want from her. I plucked you and your mute here out of the dirt blondie. How about a thank you?" he told her.

"You held a gun on us!" the black woman with dreadlocks told him.

"She speaks! Well now who aint had a gun on 'em in the past year? Show hands? Y'all? Anybody? Hell Jes here almost kicked the living crap out of me when I tried to take her gun, put up a damn fight," Merle said.

"Still never forgave him," Jes said as she looked at him.

"Thank you," Andrea said.

Merle nods. "No problem," he said as he stood up.

Prison Group POV:

Daryl laughed as he took the knife out of the pillow he had hung up and handed it back to Mitch. "Getting' better, but a knee cap isn't gonna cut it, need to aim higher. You might be little, but you get good at the throwin' of the knife and you can hit anywhere you aim."

"Let it become one with you, it's part of you, just an extension of your hand. One quick glance at your target and throw. Don't even need to aim," Jewel said as she sat at the table.

"Could do to him what Merle did to you," Daryl said with a smirk.

Jewel glared at Daryl. "Well our brother was a bastard."

"But you learned, didn't you?" Daryl asked.

"What did he do?" Rick asked as he sat down.

Jewel rolled her eyes. "Bastard blindfolded me, started makin' animal sounds then got ticked when I threw the knife and hit him," she told him.

"That doesn't sound very fun," Mitch said.

"It wasn't but he proved his point and it worked," Jewel told him as she leaned against Rick.

"You know you two are just getting' way to comfortable doin' that in front of me," Daryl teased.

"A Dixon not afraid to show affection in front of people, that should be applauded," Mar said as she brought a can of broth and sat down.

"Again," Daryl told the boy as he ignored the comment from Mariah.

"Hold up," Mariah said as she stood up and went over and drew a face with a frownie face on the pillow.

"What the hell is that?" Daryl asked.

"Language," Jewel said. "It's a walker," she said.

Rick looked at it. "A walker? I'm not even goin' to ask how you get that."

"It's not smiling," Jewel said as she shrugged. "It's a mother thing," she told Rick as she kissed him.

Mar tried not to laugh. "Alright that's a walker, he's almost got me, the only thing standin' between me becoming it's dinner is you and that knife. No one else is around," she said as she moved the pillow and started moving around. "He's gonna get me!"

"It's a pillow…." Mitch told her.

Mar glanced at him. "Hey use your imagination!"

Summer and Carl both tried not to laugh as they came into the room. "It isn't a very convincing' walker Mar," Summer told her.

Daryl leaned back. "Got to agree with the kid, it's a pillow with a pathetic frownie face."

Summer grinned. "Carl when I tell you spin him around a couple times," she said as she went behind the pillow.

Rick tried not to laugh. "Got to say this is a unique way to learn," he told them.

"No one shoot me or throw anything at me, this is just a demonstration!" Summer yelled so everyone could here them. "Alright, Carl," she said as she started making walker sounds and poked her arms from around the pillow.

"Mitch! There's a walker after me! HELP!" Mar yelled as she moved around.

Carl stopped spinning him. "Save Mar Mitch!" he told the younger boy.

Mitch aimed the knife and threw it without thinking as Summer ducked. Mar grinned as she turned around and looked at the pillow. "Right on the nose," she said. "You saved me!"

Summer grinned as she came and looked at the pillow. "Literally right on the nose," she said as she took the knife off. "Another proud graduate of the Dixon knife throwing class."

Glenn and Maggie laughed from upstairs. "Won't be long til you can go on patrols with us, Mitch!"

Mitch grinned as he took the knife back. "Can we do it again?" he asked with a grin.

Woodbury:

Jes handed Merle a beer as she sat down. "You thinking' bout what the blond said bout your family?" she asked.

"Which part? The part that they may be alive? Or the part that my sister may be spreadin' her legs for Officer friendly?" Merle asked.

Jes ran her hand through her thick black hair. "Didn't here her say that Merle. Heard her say that they were good for each other."

Merle scoffed as he drank the beer. "Been a while since she saw them, they could be doin' the horizontal mambo right now."

"So what if they are?" Jes asked as she shrugged her shoulders. "From what you told me bout your sister, bout Clyde, bout you wantin' to say that you were sorry for not bein' there, she isn't the type to just lay on her back with just anyone. Do you really think that she said to herself 'geeze you handcuffed my ass of a brother to a roof, got to repay you by sleepin' with you?' And if you do, then you got an ego bigger then your damn head."

Merle looked at her. "Don't you need to go do patrol or something'?" he asked.

"Nope," Jes answered.

"Mason aint expectin' you?" Merle asked as he finished the beer.

"Aint been expectin' me for a while, you know that. Now stop tryin' to avoid the damn issue," Jes told him. "So what if your sister and this Rick guy are together? Hell, have you been doing the Governor's bidding for so long that you forget what it's like out there? If it took the end of the world for your sister to have a shot of happiness, so what?"

Merle held up his hand. "He handcuffed me to a roof."

Jes looked at him. "Because you were spoutin' off your wonderful racist bull. You aint no angel, Dixon. Neither am I," she told him. "You don't think the Governor would do a lot worse to you if you tried that shit here?"

"Wouldn't want Jewel to be spreadin' her legs for him either," Merle simply stated.

"Point is Merle, that you don't have much say in who your sister takes up with. If you ever see her again, the last thing on your mind should be who she's with, but that she's alive," Jes told him.

Merle shook his head. "Why do I even let you in here?"

Jes smirked. "Cause I'm the only one in this damn place that is going to tell you exactly how it is. The one person you know sees that the Governor is a power hungry maniac," she said. "So this black woman, you think she's going to be lookin' around?"

Merle shrugged. "Think she's going to be a hard sell on the whole utopia society that he's selling."

"That's the vibe I'm getting," Jes told him.

"You are gonna get yourself killed Jes. Governor isn't stupid," Merle told her.

"I got lots of practice bein' the mindless soldier following' orders without question," Jes told him with a smirk.