A/N - Merle and Sasha, set in Woodbury. I'm fudging with season three timelines a little to get them to work. My apologies to anyone who reads this and is a voracious Sasha fan. I have honestly not paid very much attention to her character beyond thinking she is strong and practical which I tried to put into this chapter.
"Careful now darlin', don't want to be twisting a pretty ankle there do you, especially given all you've been through to get here?" Merle slides his prosthetic under her arm and helps her up.
It's easy to ignore her flinch, almost part of his daily life. Eat, piss and ignore flinches from those who thought they were better than Merle Dixon.
He knew they weren't, knew without him finding them, guarding them, they'd be out there now, wandering around, wanting to eat some other fucker or trying to get in here and eat everyone else.
He let her pull her arm away from him the moment she was upright and steady on her feet. She almost reminded him of Michonne.
Not quite though, this one had the survival instinct for sure, given the amount of time she and her brother had run. But she lacked Michonne's ferocity, her sheer feral rage against life for what it had dealt her since the infection had hit.
"Sasha ain't it?" Merle thickened his accent, let her think him a redneck hick. He liked when people underestimated him.
And this filly was running on sheer nerve. He could find an outlet for that. "You needin' somethin' bein' out at night an' all sugar?" He asked her as he stepped back, left her in her own space.
He nearly laughed as she relaxed. He was out of her space, but she was still within his reach.
"Air. I just…we've slept outside at most for so long, a proper roof feels weird." She answers him readily enough, though he can tell she's surprised herself by doing so.
"I hear that sugar, took me awhile to get used to a roof over my head real regular-like too." Merle gestured with his prosthetic to where he knew she'd been put up with her brother and fell in beside her.
He let her ramble as they walked slowly. He had time, curfew was flexible for him. She'd be okay because she was with him. He'd take his power where he could get it.
When they pass into the shadows again, she doesn't tense up which surprises him. "You remind me of my brother." Sasha says quietly as they walk.
"How so darlin'?" Merle asked her as he loosed a crooked grin down on her.
"Not Tyrese, our older brother. Jacob. He was, harder, stronger, faster, meaner." Sasha says, pausing after each word as if thinking for the next one.
"Yeah? How'd he get taken then?" Merle is curious now. Meaner she'd said. He sounded like an interesting dude. A survivor.
"He was in LA, a cop. We lost contact." Sasha says no more and Merle doesn't press. He's got his own demons with Daryl.
Merle stopped at the bench hidden in the shadows. "Have a nice night sugar, I'll be seein' you." He sits down in the middle of the bench and stretches out, arms resting straight out along the back of it and legs sprawled.
Not inviting Sasha to stay, but not ordering her to go either. He was in two minds. She was attractive, no doubt about it. But, she wasn't his Nubian queen. And Merle was feeling the lack of her fighting instinct.
He saw Sasha pause and look back at him. "Goodnight," She paused. "Sorry, I can't remember your name other than it starts with M."
"Merle Dixon at your service ma'am." He tipped an imaginary hat and grinned lightning fast as Sasha snorted at him.
"I doubt that Merle Dixon, but goodnight anyway."
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The next night, she comes upon him as he finishes a round of the gates. Falling into step beside him without words. Merle has had a pisser of a day and isn't in the mood for them anyway.
Her silence and lack of emotional overload is refreshing. When she offers him the bottle of water that she's carrying, he nods his thanks and drinks it down.
At the bench, she stops with him, drops down beside him and lays her own arm back along the bench. Merle feels the heat of her arm along the back of his shoulders.
"You be wantin' something sugar?" He asked after a while, he was bone tired and still had to walk to his own apartment.
"You got someone Merle, a special someone, a woman friend or something?" Sasha asked quietly.
She was a quiet personality. Though he'd seen her arguing toe to toe with her hulking sibling.
"Nope, surely don't. I'm scary you know." Fuck, he hadn't meant to say that. Shaking his head at releasing that information to her Merle tipped his head back and finished the rest of the water. "Thanks for the drink." He gave Sasha the bottle and stood, stretching, letting his spine crack before he walked away without looking back.
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He doesn't see her the third night. Does his rounds and wanders back to his apartment. Lighting the kerosene lantern, he showers off the day and throws on a pair of sweatpants. Eating his leftovers from dinner, Merle winces at the knock on the door.
He was tired. Irritated with not being able to go after Daryl. And he was horny. Michonne had made him realise how long it had been since he'd been with a woman.
Just once since the quarry. And that had been nothing but fucked up and then some.
Opening the door, he sees Sasha leaning on the door jamb. "Evening darlin' you're out past curfew." So saying, Merle reached his left hand for her belt and hauled her up against him. "You might be stuck here for the night now."
"Yeah, got some cards to play?" Sasha asked him as her hands slid up his arms and wound around his neck.
"I got something you can play." Merle answered her as his mouth swooped down over hers.
Sasha gave as good as she got, her tongue swiping out and into Merle's mouth even as his hand came to her jaw, thumb riding her joint, forcing her mouth to open painfully wide for him.
"You got somethin?" He questioned Sasha.
Breaking away, she pulled back and nodded. "Just so we're clear, this is just tonight. I don't do relationships." She says in a strong, even tone of voice.
Merle cocks his head to the side as he considers her. "This ain't before sugar, the world don't do relationships now if you missed the memo." He says no more, merely backs away, toward his bed, leaving it up to Sasha whether she will follow.
A few minutes later, she is beside him. "Just so we're clear, I won't be fuckin' you, even when my cock is buried so far in your sweet pussy that you'll feel me for days." He says to Sasha as he turns her toward him.
She grabs hold of his wrist, strokes a thumb over his stump and nods. "Same goes."
Grinning hard and fast, Merle pushes her. She lands on the bed with an oomph sound and he straddles her, grabbing her arms, he has them imprisoned above her head before she can think to protest.
Watching her writhe was a pleasure on its own. Leaning down, Merle opens his mouth on her neck, sucking strongly, tongue laving over her hammering pulse.
"No marks!" Her voice is sharp, commanding.
Merle pulls back, "Don't want people to know you've been with Merle darlin'?" He questions her with a tinge of sarcasm in his voice. "I can work with that." He moves in again, tongue stroking down her neck, not sucking though.
He wanted to get laid. If it meant he couldn't suck? Well he just wouldn't suck. Anything.
Laving down Sasha's collarbone, Merle drops the odd kiss, but true to his own thought, he doesn't suck on her skin, his lips ghost over it gently, his tongue flicks across it, making her jump.
But he doesn't suck.
When he gets to her nipples, he looks up. "Got a spare hand sugar?" He asked her drily as he sits back and waits for Sasha to get rid of her clothes.
When she is bare to the waist, Merle leans down and kisses each erect nipple, stroking across it with his tongue, then he kisses down her stomach and breathes on her navel softly.
Feeling Sasha move under him restlessly, Merle rests on his elbow as his left hand undoes her belt and pants. Sliding his hand in, he cups her warmth.
She was nice and toasty. "Sweet and wet, just how I like it. Rubber?" Merle asked as he pulled her heavy work pants and underwear down. He made no comment about the worn state of them, he'd been there often enough.
He watched as Sasha fished a hand into a back pocket, her hips tilting as she did. She was lean, a combination of genetics and hard, adrenalin-induced living Merle thought.
Shifting down a little, Merle licks her upraised hip, noses through her wiry pubic hair, like the hair on her head, it was tightly corkscrewed, springy to the touch.
When cool foil touches his arm, he moves back, his left hand reaching for it. Sasha surprises him by sitting up and pushing his sweatpants down over his hips, her slender black fingers, with their pale pink palms stroking almost languidly over his grey-haired abdomen. They tease through his own pubic hair, stroke over his hardening cock, getting it up to full mast.
Tearing the packet open with his teeth, Merle rolled it on one-handed, thankful that it was something he'd been able to do before he'd gone and sawed off his right hand.
"Position?" Sasha lay back, her hands tugging on her nipples now as she watched Merle sheath himself in the condom.
"You feel up to a ride sugar?" Merle asked as he watched her, he felt a need to watch her pretty breasts bounce as she rode his cock like a fucking racehorse. She was built for speed, long and lanky, all leg and a heart that would beat to death even as it kept on running.
Jerking her head in a nod, Sasha pulled her legs up and moved to Merle's left, he palmed her thigh as he moved forward and went to lie down.
Surprising him, Sasha moved snake-like and slid her body over his back before he turned around. Her fingers moving around to tweak his nipples, pinch them lightly and then pull back to stroke down his back, her palms moving slow and sure, she stroked him pleasurably, moaning a little as she did so.
And Merle got it, she liked his size, his huge bones, covered by skin, his height, his broadness. Colour of his skin didn't matter to this one, it was his fucking size. He let his head fall forward as he braced his hands on the bed, his stump and his palm.
Letting Sasha stroke him, have her way with him as her hips ground into his. Yeah, fuck yeah it was a little weird, but hey, he was gonna dip his wick, he could put up with kinky for it. Wasn't like he wasn't kinky too.
Though he wouldn't be exposing any of that to this one. Throwing his head back when Sasha scratched all eight of her fingers down his spine, Merle pushed his hips back into hers, "Bet you wish you had your strap-on now don't ya' sugar?" He can't help taunting her.
When she digs her jagged fingers in, Merle moans louder, just for her. Because she needs it and he needs to fuck her.
Feeling her palms push on his hips, he moves down and throws himself on his back, his left hand fists his cock, holding the condom by the base as he watches Sasha's legs move up to straddle him.
She looks down and takes herself in hand, spreads herself for his cock as she leans up and then situates herself over his cock before she begins to slide down on it.
"Yes." She says even as Merle himself hisses in pleasure. She is warm and snug and he can feel her wetness, even through the rubber on his cock.
When she is seated, she lets go of her pussy lips and rests them on her thighs. Merle rubs his back on the bed, feeling Sasha's scratches smarting against the weave of his bedding.
He raises his left hand and palms a breasts, thumb brushing her nipple. "Ride me sugar, milk me like you mean it." He orders her softly. His voice a low growl in the humidity of his room.
The kerosene lantern flickers in the paltry breeze and shadows cross Sasha's face, making her look like a demonic demon. Almost as if Merle was fucking a walker.
Shuddering a little at the thought and of something he tried to wipe from his memory, Merle pushed his hips up, his knees bending and his left hand suddenly pushing Sasha so she leaned back on his thighs.
"Well sugar? You got me, go on and make the most of me now." He says, deliberately putting some bite in his tone. Making her realise he knew her, that he wasn't as stupid as he pretended.
Sasha frowned at him and Merle could see she was thinking seriously of just leaving. So he flexed himself inside her, made her feel what she'd be walking out on.
"Gonna waste a rubber now? With the way the world is? Shame on you darlin'." He spoke again, full on sarcasm coating his words now.
He watched Sasha narrow her eyes at him and knew he had her. She wasn't stupid this woman, but she had an issue with being made to feel like she was, probably some stupid fucking holdover from childhood, or having what he was sure were two maybe more hulking older siblings.
At that thought, Merle mind stuttered. Was she? No, he wasn't going there. Shoving the uncomfortable thought away, Merle flexed inside Sasha again and pushed up.
This time, Sasha pushes down and her hips begin to work him slowly. Merle watched her as she closed her eyes and tilted her head back.
Her pussy clenched down on him, wet and tight and he closed his own eyes.
It was easier.
"I come first." Sasha said suddenly, pulling Merle out of his fantasy.
Looking up at her hovering over him, Merle raised an eyebrow. "I look like the sort of man who'd leave a woman high an' dry sugar?"
"Maybe, just wanted to clarify that point." Sasha says firmly.
Shaking his head, Merle closed his eyes again and let himself settle in to the pleasure of a woman wrapping his cock in their heat again. Hell he if knew when he'd feel it again that was for sure.
Arching his back, Merle pushed his hips up and into Sasha, letting her feel him deep inside. He had nothing to be ashamed of size-wise at all.
He opened his eyes and watched as Sasha moaned and screwed her hips down on him.
Pushing himself up on his elbows, Merle fucked his hips up, hard and fast as Sasha ground herself down on him. Her hips moving in sinuous gyrations that made his eyes roll in his head.
"Yeah." He muttered as he felt his balls drawing up. "Get yourself off quick now darlin' been awhile." Merle says to her as he clenches his teeth, holding himself off from orgasming.
"Uh." Sasha grunted as she moved a hand down and flicked at her clit, fingers moving firmly over the nub of now exposed flesh. Merle watched through the shadows of his room as she got herself off.
Sasha's own head fell back now as she began to orgasm, her inner muscles clenching down on Merle like a vise as she rotated her hips in a now stuttering rhythm.
Fucking up into her clinging heat, Merle let his orgasm come, his balls drawing up and emptying into the condom as Sasha milked him dry. When he'd spurted his last shot of come he flopped back down on the bed, sweat sheening his body.
Keeping his eyes closed, he shivered as cool air hit his cock as Sasha raised herself up and got off him.
Rolling on his side, Merle dragged off the condom and let it drop to the floor, keeping his eyes closed, he shoved a pillow under his head and let Sasha dress and leave in silence.
They'd both gotten what they'd needed of each other. There wasn't anything to say.