A/N – Merle and Amy, at the quarry. I've taken a few liberties with Amy's character so I would consider it slightly AU-ish. But not a lot. She was only in the show for a short time and I never really saw any true exploration of her personality so you could say I've taken advantage of that fact. And I should note if it's not obvious, as this series is about Merle himself it will be all from his point of view.
Merle snorts his meth and leans up arching his back on a moaning sigh. Fuck that was good shit. He was trying to pace himself but so far he hadn't been too successful. It wasn't in his nature to be some pussified less is more fucker anyway. He'll find some other shit when he runs out, he's sure of it.
He rolls his neck, feeling and hearing it crack as he does so, then he flexes his hands before shadow boxing several times. Fuck, he could take on the world with one hand tied behind his back and fucking rule.
He laughs silently at himself, knowing he's high but appreciating his wit anyway. No one else ever fucking appreciated his wit. Not fucking Daryl, man didn't know the meaning of the phrase sense of humour, let alone the word laugh.
And not anyone else at the quarry either. Stuck up old fart of a man, always in everyone else's business, observing, fuck that shit, perving on his two blonde companions more like, it took one dirty fucker to recognise another after all.
And the cop, fucking bouncing around on the balls of his feet, like he was a fucking MMA fighter or some shit. Merle laughed to himself, his fingers twitched as he plucked at this pants, dug his fingers into his thigh muscles, forced himself not to make a sound.
Had to be quiet out here, didn't want other's poking around, getting hold of his stash. Stupid fuckers still thought the old world rules applied. He knew different, law and order and that shit? It was fucking gone.
Beginning to meander around the outskirts of the camp, Merle half-heartedly checked the snares as he'd volunteered to do in the first place. Really the only time he had himself to himself, his tent didn't count, smelled way too fucking much like dirty man.
Say what you will, but Merle Dixon bathed daily, kept himself clean and squared away. Unlike his brother. The way Daryl walked around covered in dirt and blood and shit curdled Merle's stomach. And that was fucking saying something.
Clean was clean, washing washed away sin and evidence of it. He's brought up short when he smells the smoke. Sweet smoke. Someone nearby was smoking dope.
Stopping and sniffing Merle grinned wondering who the fuck it was. His mind ran through the possibilities as he stalked the smell, followed the soft breeze back. He could hear rustling, he stopped as he heard a soft inhale then a sighing exhale. Female, he'd bet his own stash that sound belonged to a pussy.
Merle puts a hand over his mouth as he laughs silently to himself. Whoever it was, he was going to enjoy confronting them, that was for sure and certain. Stiffening his spine he stepped forward and around the tree.
Looking down at the female splayed there carelessly he shook his head. Fucking city cunt. Figured she was safe because the old man said so, 'they don't come this far up' indeed. And if they did then there were the snares.
"The fuck you doin' Goldilocks?" He questions sharply fighting a grin as the younger blonde, fuck what was her name sprang up. Merle could see she'd had most of the joint by the look of her eyes.
"Nothing!" She exclaimed as she dropped the joint and snuffed it out. Merle shook his head, what a fucking waste.
"Yeah right, c'mon let's get you back to your big sister, see what she thinks." He grabs her arm and hauls her up. She rises bonelessly and thus slides straight up against him like a greased pig. "Oh yeah darlin' you want a piece of Merle? We can do that." He smirks as she rears back when he nudges his cock against her stomach.
She was young, not jailbait, but young, too young for him really, but beggars couldn't be choosers could they? And it wasn't like her sister would look at him anyway. And she wasn't the one Merle was thinking of when he jerked off nowadays that was for sure.
That place was specially reserved for the full-bodied woman who never spoke to him unless it was to sneer. And he was fucked in the head for thinking of her when he never stood a chance, but a fantasy was a fantasy he figured.
"No, don't tell her." Her words are slurred. What the fuck is her name?
"I'll tell her what the fuck I please, stupid cunt. Out here like you ain't gonna get bit and fuckin' die, then you'd leave us to deal with your fuckin' sister. You fuckin kids ain't got the sense God gave a fuckin' goose." He shakes the girl and she flails around a bit as she stares at him.
"Good fuckin' shit was it?" Merle can't help asking.
The smile she gifts him with tells him everything he needs to know. "Yeah, it's good." She answers in the present tense.
"Where's the rest then?" He shakes her some more, watches her blonde hair fly every which way. What the fuck was her name?
He looks down when he feels her hand on his stomach, the back of her knuckles brushing against it as she pulls the baggie out of her pocket. Fucking bitch has another six joints. Merle grabs it and steps back.
"Go on now, get the fuck back to camp." He turns away keeping the dope.
But being high for this one though means losing brain cells. "That's my stash, give it back." Her voice is shrill, why could he remember that and not her fucking name?
"Yeah," Merle turned back to her. "You want I should take it back to your big sister and the cop and the cop's wife? Tell them you were out here so concerned with shit and getting mushrooms and fuck knows what so you just thought you'd take a toke? That it little girl?" His sarcasm though, bounces off her. Being high has made it just deflect like she's made of titanium or something.
"It's mine not yours you redneck piece of trash, give it back now. You fucker." She tacks on that last bit as she moistens her lips and Merle suddenly flashes on her being down on her knees, getting her pretty white jeans all dirty as she sucks his cock and he pulls the shit out of that hair of hers.
"Suck my cock then little girl and it's all yours, minus a joint that is." He stands there smirking at her, fully expecting her to back off, but her puzzled eyes just stare at him. Shaking his head he snorts out an "I thought so," And walks off. Her calls for her stash to be given back go unanswered.
Merle smokes a joint that night. It was good fucking stuff. He watches the girl flit around camp with her sister like a fucking butterfly and when he jerks himself off down at the river, she replaces his usual woman. That blonde hair was something, he curled his big hands around his cock as he thought of yanking the shit out of it as he fucked her mouth raw.
A few days later and she is jonesing, it takes one to know one. So he manages to check the snares again, takes the rest of the joints and his own stash. He knows she'll follow like a good little girl. The way she was jittering told Merle if no one else that she was a very habitual user.
And he was going to take advantage of that. He grabs up the cigarette papers as well as a thought comes to him and he leaves quietly unlike he usually does. As soon as he's clear he takes out a joint and splits it, then he mixes some of his meth in with it and sprinkles it onto another cigarette paper, licking it he rolls it up.
Wrinkling his nose he shook his head. The things he did for pussy. It takes longer than he thought. But sure enough she turns up, sidling along, eyes darting every which way making him grin to himself. He'd not taken a hit yet, he wanted to wait, she wasn't gonna be high, plus she'd be easier for him to ensnare if he wasn't high either.
"Whatcha doin' Goldilocks? Looking for mushrooms? Magic ones?" He chuckles as he steps out in front of her, leans against the tree. He's made sure her baggie is sticking half out of his jeans pocket. Sure enough her eyes spot it. He watches them flick over his crotch as well and a flush begins to crawl up her chest.
It's not at all an attractive look with her fair, unblemished skin. It turns a dull mottled red, like she was getting hives as well, there were these white patches standing out among the red. Fuck, he'd never seen anything like it.
"Well, ain't that pretty," He mentally rolled his eyes at his lie, "flushed skin for me Goldilocks? Or are you flushin' because you think 'ol Merle will give you back a joint or better yet your whole stash?" He laughed now, let a little mean show through, he wasn't looking to manipulate her after all, just force her hand a little.
"It's mine, you stole it." She moistened her lips with a quick flick of her pink tongue and Merle felt his cock stir. Oh yeah, he was going to enjoy putting it to this one. "I want it back." She stopped and swallowed, Merle tracked her throats movement like he'd track a wild boar, not moving his eyes for a second. "Now." The last word is whispered and it makes him smile more, full on mean now.
"Yeah Goldilocks? What you gonna' do if I don't give it back? Go tell your big city lawyer sister? Or maybe the old perv up in your face all the time? Or better yet, the fuckin' cop?" Merle laughs in her face as he plucks out the baggie. Then watching her like a hawk he shoves it down inside his jeans, right down next to his warm and half-hard cock. "You want it? You take it from me, c'mon." He gestures her forward.
She hesitates for the longest time, just watches him, her eyes unblinking. Merle stares her down, waits for her to make up her mind, he had a back-up plan after all. She breaks the spell when she blinks and then her hands move hesitantly to his belt buckle and she undoes it, then she pops the button on his jeans, her knuckles graze his pubic hair as she drags down the zipper.
Then she looks up at him again. Vulnerably. Merle closes off his heart, she was offering what he hadn't even asked for yet, and yes he'd been going to. Slicking her tongue over her lips she looks down as his hard cock pushes straight out at her. "Oh." Her whisper is shocked.
"What's the matter Goldilocks? Never seen a man go without his tighty whities before?" He questioned sarcastically.
"No, I mean yes. You're…big." She finally admits and that very unattractive flush is back, crawling over her skin again.
"How the fuck old are you?" Merle asks out of the blue.
Her lashes flutter closes, lying across her flushed cheeks in half-moon crescents before she opens her eyes again and looks up at him. "Nineteen."
Fuck, she was younger than he'd thought, still legal by a few years though. This was Georgia after all. "You a virgin Goldilocks? Still got your cherry then?" He asks snidely as his hands cruise up her arms to clasp her by the scruff of her neck.
"No, I'm not a virgin." Her words are whispered as she reaches for him, her fingers don't meet when she grasps his cock he's that thick.
And he can smell her arousal suddenly. On the air, getting heavier by the second. And the grin that he bestows on her, what the fuck was her name, is feral. "Oh, you like the look of my cock do you Goldilocks? Want to ride it after you suck it?" He watches lazily as a small shudder ripples through her body, makes her hair move softly over the back of his hands.
"I, don't think I can, you're…" She trails off and the flush darkens never having left after it had reappeared.
"Oh don't worry Goldilocks, I'll fit just fine." Merle laughed. And then he stops playing.
His hands grip her neck and he hauls her up tight against him, the fingers of one hand gripping her neck firmly, but not too tight. He wasn't stupid, the flush she kept sprouting meant she'd mark and bruise at the drop of a hat, he'd have to be careful, not something he liked to be.
The other hand tangled in her hair and here he let himself go, pulling on it hard as he bared her neck. Thankful he'd shaved this morning instead of in the afternoon he opened his mouth over her neck and licked her. Long slow strokes of his tongue, from her shoulder up to her ear.
Then he traced the shell of her ear with his tongue, light and soft and he grinned as he nipped the lobe, giving into his base urges just a little. Her shudder told him everything he needed to know. She wasn't sturdy like his usual fantasy was, this one was fragile, breakable. But he thought she'd be sweet in spite of that.
He jerks a little when her other hand slides around his waist, but she just holds him, or maybe holds herself upright. Her other hand is sandwiched between them, fingers holding him, not moving or anything though.
Moving his lips to hers, Merle looks at her for a second. He still couldn't remember her fucking name. Goldilocks would do anyway. "Open that pretty cupid's bow for me now Goldilocks, let me in." He hovered there, mouth over hers for a few seconds. Breathing her in as she looked at him.
Her eyes were dazed, pupils blown to hell which told him just as much as her scent in the air that she was wanting to be fucked. "Open for me darlin', yeah that's it." Merle exults as she finally opens her mouth and pulls away from his fingers in her hair as she leans up to him.
His mouth takes hers, hard and possessive, his lips crush hers as his tongue moves into her mouth. Her breath is sour, the bad hygiene surprising him considering how put together she is otherwise.
Ignoring it he slides his tongue around her mouth, winces as he feels the fur on her teeth and pulls back. Fuck that was disgusting shit, no way he could kiss her again. He slid down her neck again, remembering at the last minute not to suck on her skin. Withholding a shudder he pulled back and then moved his hands to her shoulders, pushed her back.
"Get undressed now darlin'." Merle watched as she stepped back and began to obey him, then his fingers reached back and he pulled out a condom, tearing the wrapper he put it to his cock and rolled it down. No way was he fucking her bare, not with that mouth. If she was that unclean with an internal orifice, who the fuck knew what her pussy or ass was like?
He did have some standards after all.
When she's naked he watches her for a few minutes. She's a pretty thing, but way too delicate for his taste. And too young. But a pussy was a pussy. Shaking his head Merle suddenly wished he was high, just a little. That'd make her easier to deal with.
Tilting his head to the side he spat her taste from his mouth and then stepped forward and pushed at her until she was on her knees. Then he lay down, still fully dressed. She got with the program and moved until she was straddling him. Merle moved a hand and pushed his fingers into her.
Fuck, she was wet, soaking wet. "You got a daddy kink Goldilocks?" He asked sarcastically. It was the only reason he could think of that she'd be so fucking aroused from the little foreplay they'd done. And he'd been smelling her way before then.
"No." She says, a little breathless as Merle's fingers hook up and find her g-spot without an ounce of trouble. Feeling her wetness ooze down his fingers and onto his stomach Merle puts aside his distaste and starts to look forward to burying himself in this pretty piece of fluff.
"Yeah, you're awful wet, sure you ain't got a daddy kink?" He presses her, he knows it's not him, they just aren't each other's types.
Her flush comes back and he can see now that it covers most of her body, except for her legs and her arms. "You're lying to me girl, what's got you so hot for a fuck?" He asks as he stops moving his fingers inside her.
"Don't stop!" She practically screeched at him. Raising an eyebrow Merle withdrew his fingers altogether, rested them on her thigh, they've covered in her thick juices, glistening in the sunlight that dappled through the trees.
"Tell me then girl." He says as he gives in and digs his fingers into her thigh, scratches her deliberately, marks her. She flinches and tries to move away but his other hand comes up and keeps her steady. Girl had no muscles at all, just his fingers on her thighs and she was fucking trapped. No way was she going to last a day once they left the quarry and they would eventually leave. The cop was already talking about Fort Benning. Didn't matter, he and Daryl would be on their way before then anyway.
A whimper escapes her but he ignores it as he watches tears water in her eyes. A raised brow tells her that neither attempt will work on him. "Glenn." She whispered the name so low Merle thought for a second he didn't hear it.
"Yeah, you like yellow skin do you Goldilocks?" He asked sarcastically. "Guess I should have figured it." He knew that probably wasn't true. The chink was the only male close to her age and though the cop would be a better choice everyone in the fucking camp knew he was hung up on the skinny brunette with the kid.
And fuck, he might not like the kid but even he could see he had a skinny, gawky attractiveness. And he was deceptive. That more than anything Merle appreciated. Deceptive meant people would underestimate him, to their own detriment. It was something he loved projecting. Because he loved getting one up on someone.
"Goldilocks' likes the chink, gonna fuck me and think of him Goldilocks? I bet you are." He moves his fingers back to her pussy and pushes them inside her again. Three this time, his long middle finger slides over her g-spot repeatedly, then as she begins to moan and squirm on them, his thumb brushes her engorged clit and she comes like a rocket.
She's a gusher. Merle curses as he feels her ejaculation wet his jeans. "Fuckin' cunt, these were fresh today." He shoves her off him but it's too late. He glances over in time to see her trying unsuccessfully to wipe a very satisfied smile off her face.
Narrowing his eyes he stares at her silently. He watches as she realises he's not moving, not trying to wipe her come off himself, just staring at her. He sees a fine trembling begin in her bones and the animal in him stretches and begins to stir.
With a grin he sits up. He watches as her fingers flex in the leaves and dirt around them, her legs do the same and a grin splits his face as he sees her feet flex as she prepares to flee.
He's on her before she can move, pinning her down, the fingers that had just been inside her push into her mouth as she opens it to yell. "Think you can get one up on me cunt?" He questions her snidely. "Ain't gonna happen." He finishes as he feels her teeth bite down on him.
Hoping fervently she doesn't break the skin and cause some sort of infection with her unwashed mouth he pulls back and manages to twist her around until she's on her stomach. Then his other hand reaches for her panties and he pulls out his fingers and shoves them in her mouth, holding them in place with his hand.
Shoving her legs apart he pulls her back and then grabs her flailing arms, pins them in the small of her back with his left hand and then his right moves from her mouth back to her pussy. She's still wet and getting wetter. "Fuckin' slut." He mutters as he checks the condom is still in place before he takes his cock in hand and pushes inside her in one fell swoop.
"Think of your fuckin' yellow chink while 'ol Merle fucks you Goldilocks, I'll fuck you so good while you think of him and how his cock will fuck you one day if you can get him. Because something tells me he likes women, not girls, and darlin' you might be legal, but you're still a fuckin' child."
Merle begins to thrust, his knees spreading her thigh's wider until he feels her thigh muscles protesting. Only then, when she's wincing in pain does he stop spreading her. He watches her ass wink at him and he purses his lips as he stops moving his cock in her pussy.
Hawking up a globule of spit Merle lets it drop from his mouth down onto her ass, he watches as her hole flexes and fucking opens, sucking it inside. "Fuck me." He mutters. Only the most experienced ass fucking whores could do that shit. "Goldilocks you are just full of fuckin' surprises."
Holding the condom he pulls out of her pussy, her muscles clawing and clenching in protest even if she makes no other movement. Then he presses the head of his cock to her hole. "Knock, knock Goldilocks, let the big bad wolf in." He says with a laugh at his deliberate mangling of fairy tale characters and stories.
He watches with just his cock pressed against her hole as she flexes and then fuck if her hole doesn't open for him "Oh now, that is pretty, someone's a fan of being butt fucked aren't they?" He asks in a low intimate tone as he begins to push inside her. Her own juices on the condom making him slide in like a fucking greased pig.
"Something tells me you're a puzzle wrapped in an enigma and all that fuckin' shit aren't you Goldilocks?" He questioned as he wrapped his fingers around both of her slender wrists and pulled back on them, wrenching her shoulders, making her cry out around her makeshift gag.
Interesting that she hadn't worked it out of her mouth yet, or maybe not Merle thought as he felt her ass muscles clench down on him. Girl was experienced in the butt department, who else knew what the fuck that meant. And why couldn't he remember her fucking name?
Shaking it off he pulls out and fucks back into her. Her hole says open when he pulls out again, all the way this time. Jesus. Merle fought off a shudder, glad of his condom. His family, particularly his brother had made enough fun of him over the years that it was just about second nature to glove up these days.
He ignored his little lapse just after he'd gotten out of prison most recently, no man was perfect after all.
Her ass clenches down on him and Merle feels his balls draw up. She knew how to get a cock off that was for sure. She'd blow the fucking chink's mind if she ever got a chance at him. Merle laughed as he thought of it.
Shaking his head Merle pushed his musings to the side and settled down to get himself off in Goldilocks' ass. What the fuck was her name?
"Yeah Goldilocks, gonna fuck me good? Make me come, get your stash back?" He laughed to himself. "Such a pretty flush you get on you, all red and blotchy, shows up this birthmark of yours right good now doesn't it?" He questioned as he slapped a palm over her ass cheek. Letting her know he'd seen it, letting her know he knew about it. "Bet your sister would like to know how I know about it wouldn't she?" He said to make his point.
A sob tears from her and he shakes his head. Fuck, she was such a typical blonde. Young and dumb and full of come. He laughs out loud now as he realises that was literally the truth considering she was an ejaculator.
"Yeah Goldilocks, fuck me now, make 'ol Merle come in your pretty ass. Bet you ain't had a cock like mine inside it before have you? 'Specially from what you said before."
Her moaning around the gag she still hadn't tried to push out of her mouth told him all he needed to know. "Oh you like this don't you Goldilocks? 'Ol Merle sure can pick 'em. Fuckin' kinky little bitch aren't you?" Merle reached into his pocket and pulled out a small brown bottle.
His other hand still kept hers pinned behind her back. He released them and watched unsurprised as they fell to the ground, after a few seconds she flexed her shoulders, her hair spreading around her body, hanging mostly over either side of her neck and laying all over the ground.
"How the fuck can you have such a fucking dirty mouth and cunt and keep your hair so clean?" He couldn't help asking her. But there was no answer, she left the gag in her mouth and as he watched her shoulders flexed and her hands dug into the ground and then she shoved herself back on his cock, her ass pushing against his hip bones.
The grunt behind her gag was nothing but pleasure. Shaking his head Merle let her take over, fuck herself on his cock as he unscrewed the bottle in his hand, then splaying a large palm on her lower back he began to meet her thrust for thrust.
Holding the bottle to his nose he inhaled deeply and felt pleasure explode from the inside out. He could barely focus enough to screw the cap back on the bottle before he dropped it and grasped the hips twitching in front of him.
Then he began to fuck her, growling as he did so, his cock hardening even more as his mind expanded, he could see each individual vein on each fucking leaf he looked at in the trees overhead. The sun sparkling through the trees like crystal.
His orgasm exploded from his cock as he shook and shuddered over Goldilocks' back, he felt himself spurt into his condom and her ass clench down on him as she came again as well. He cursed, or at least he thought he cursed when he felt her wetness soak his jeans at the thighs and knees this time.
"Fuck it all." He slurred as everything flowed around them in a morass of colours and slowing sounds. His heart sped up while time slowed down and he watched fuzzily as his fingers clawed her hips where he grasped her, he fancied they turned into claws as he dug them into her willing flesh.
Her skin red and splotched. Her hair shiny and clean when he knew it was nothing but an illusion, a perfect outside covering a far from perfect inside while he was kind of the opposite, an imperfect outside covering a softer, more vulnerable inside. Aching for attention.
Shaking his head Merle winced as time returned to normal and a headache bloomed at the back of his skull and travelled quickly to behind his eyes. He closed them briefly as he held onto the base of the condom and withdrew from Goldilocks' ass.
He pulled a face at the gunk on it and the smell that wafted out. Fuck he was so glad he'd worn a condom. He would never thank Daryl but he was glad his little brother had actually brought some along, like he'd known Merle would need them when he busted him out of prison.
Merle yanked it off and tossed it away without tying it off, no way was he touching it more than necessary. Standing up he winces as he does up his jeans. He's going to have to wash them straight away and put on his third and last pair, he hopes Daryl doesn't notice, but knowing him he will, though it's doubtful he'll actually say anything.
He buckles his jeans and steps back. Reaching down he gather's Goldilocks' clothes and tosses them at her, she's managed to roll over now and has taken her panties out of her mouth and is sitting up to pull them on.
Merle stands and pulls the baggie out, he takes out the special joint he'd made for her and lights it without taking a hit. Then he passes it to her. He watches as she inhales expertly and he realises that she's not in any way a novice when it comes to using. She'd actually give him a run for his money and that was saying something.
"What'd you lace it with? Coke or meth?" She questions him quietly. And that tells him, even if he hadn't realised it already that she knew her drugs.
"Meth Goldilocks. Enjoy." He tosses the baggie at her with the remaining four joints and turns on his heel to walk off.
"Do the rest for me Dixon?" Her voice floats back to him.
"Fuck no." He answers without looking back as he strides back to his tent and some clean clothes.
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A few evenings later he's just coming back from bathing when he comes across the chink. He huffs for a few seconds. Tells himself to mind his own fucking business even as he stops and turns to approach him.
"Hey Chink." He says as he stops the kid from passing him.
A sigh answers him before he speaks. "What Merle? And I'm Korean you know."
"I know that, you've said it often enough kid." Merle snaps at him. This wasn't fucking easy and the kid wasn't making it any easier.
"What do you want? Something from town?" The kid asks him in a tired tone. Merle looks at him, he knows the group is running him ragged with his daily trips to town.
"If I want something from town Chink, I'll fuckin' get it myself, just wanted to say that if you get the opportunity here, make sure you shrink-wrap your fuckin' yellow dick, that's all." Merle turns and begins his walk back to the camp leaving the kid staring after him in amazement.
It's later that evening when he's lying I his tent with Daryl sleeping next to him that he hears the older sister call out to the younger one. Amy, she calls her. Amy.