Hey guys thanks for favoriting and the watches! They mean so much! I will try to continue this story but it may be slightly different since I am keeping Merle alive and not killing him as the damned writers did! I made this story M because of possible future sexual content and for language. any ideas or reviews would be splendid! Lots of love Harrison... 3
Merle awoke to Jean whimpering in her sleep. It was still dark so it must be close to midnight. The full moon was out so the light that trickled into their cell was enough to illuminate both of their faces. Jean was fussing in her sleep legs twitching and her brow was creased. Merle gently shook her shoulder.
"Jean its just a dream wake up," Merle whispered but to no avail, "Fuck!"
Sitting up he leaned over her and shook her gently again. Her eyes flew open and she screamed. Merle knew just knew that this was going to look bad as he heard Rick and the others run up the stairs. Merle was leaned over her gripping her shoulders and she wasn't completely out of her nightmare yet.
Rick was the first at the door and he tackled Merle to the ground. Rick got in two good punches to the face till Merle was able to defend himself the brawl started in the floor but was stopped when Jean got in-between and took a blow from Rick protecting Merle. She screamed at the impact and fell into Merle's arms.
"You bastard!" Merle yelled but Daryl grabbed him in a chokehold.
"It was an accident brother!" Daryl said.
"It was just a nightmare he tried to get me to wake up." Jean sobbed on the floor nursing her new wound on her shoulder.
"I'm sorry Jean I didn't mean to hit you. I just thought… it looked like he was trying to hurt you. I should have waited to ask what was going on." Rick apologized.
Jean nodded and looked at Merle. She put a hand on Daryl's arm and Daryl released Merle from his hold. Jean scrambled into Merle's lap gently touching the new forming bruises on his face. The crowd thinned out and they all went back to bed except Merle and Jean.
Merle kissed her forehead and held her in his arms, "Wanna tell me what the dream was about sweetheart?"
Jean rested her head against his chest, "Walkers," Merle nodded understanding how that could be horrifying, "They had you cornered and the Governor was making me watch as they tore you apart." Tears streamed down her face as she sobbed into his chest.
"Its all right babe, I won't let that happen," He rasped out, Jean breathed him in and she began to kiss his neck. A quiet moan escaped Merle's lips, "Sweetheart,"
She continued to kiss up his neck and nibble at his chin. He tilted his head so their lips met; he picked her up and set her back on the bed. He raised himself to where his right arm supported him and his left hand lift up her shirt and rest against her side. She kissed him licking his bottom lip asking to be let in, he obliged and their tongues met.
"Babe, we don't need to do this, I don't have anything to protect against you getting pregnant." Merle whispered kissing her neck.
"Damn," she whispered burying her face into the curve of his neck. Merle' slid onto his right side watching her come down from her high, "Next run we are getting condoms."
Merle laughed, "Damn straight,"
"It's all his fault!" Maggie yelled pointing and turning to Merle who stood in the doorway, "You started this,"
Jean bucked up to her as Merle watched warily ready to protect Jean but knowing she was fully capable of handling herself, "How the hell did he start this?"
Maggie bucked up to her too but Daryl shouted, "Ain't no point in fighting over this,"
"Daryl's right it doesn't matter who started this now," Beth said from the top of the stairs.
Jean paced in front of Merle but stopped when he grabbed her arm and pulled her to his side. Leaning slightly into his side as Glenn spoke, "If Rick says we are staying then we are staying."
"And what live like rats? Nah, ya see that truck through the gate thing that was the governor ringing the door bell," Merle grunted in his raspy voice Jean had fallen in love with.
"We ain't scared of that bastard," Daryl said from the railing above.
Merle sighed, "You should be. You guys may be tough from being on the road all winter but he has the numbers and more weapons. Heck! If he gets the high ground he could starve us if he felt pleased by it."
"We should put him in the other cell block," Maggie mumbled.
"Wanna say that a little louder?" Jean growled, Merle though could see the fight brewing he was turning into her baby sitter now.
Daryl sensed the growing tension, "Nah, he's gotta point,"
"So what do we do," Beth asked from the top of the stairs.
Jean didn't know what they were to do now. They couldn't go on runs, at least during the day and night runs were nearly impossible do to the danger. The baby would need formula sooner or later. Damn it! She chewed her fingernail while she debated what to do.
Rick seemed to be loosing it again though and seemed to drift out of the room.
"Get back here!" Hershel yelled standing up onto his crutches, "You're losing it Rick. We understand why but I have put my family's lives in your hands; we need a plan, we will follow either way."
Rick seemed to hear him yet he wasn't as he walked past Merle and Jean to go stand guard.
Merle sat on Jean's bed fixing a knife to the end of his prosthetic hand with some duck tape, when Hershel stepped into the doorway.
Merle glanced up and smirked, "So… you're the famer Hershel?"
"And you're the black sheep," he said sitting on a stool opposite Merle. He took out a black covered book from his pocket, "Found this in one of the cells," Hershel heard Jean lean on the doorframe.
"Lost my way and more then just the bible for a while," the men shared a knowing grin, "… if your right hand offends you cut it off and cast it from you, for it is profitable that your limb shall perish,"
"And not that thy whole body be cast into hell. Mathew 5:29-30," Merle smiled and sighed, "Woodbury had a mighty fine library and Jean had a very religious father,"
Jean chuckled, "Drug You, Daryl, and I to church every chance he got,"
"You're wondering what type of man you're dealing with? He'll kill me first but if he finds out the relationship Jean and I share he will torture and kill her first in front of me. Then kill me, then my brother, Glenn, your girls, Carl, you. Whoever else is left then he'll save Rick for last while him suffers, as his friends and family die ugly. That's the kind of man you are dealing with." Merle looked up at Jean with a fire that showed he would protect her to the end of his days. He wasn't going to let her go again.