A/N - Final chapter of Merle's Women, thank you to everyone who has read, reviewed, followed and favourited. Major character death contained within this chapter too.
Michonne's service was small. Merle had brought her back knowing Carl would need to see her in order to accept her death. They stood there as her body burned, she'd made her wishes clear before they'd even got together, said in no uncertain terms that if she died when he was around, she wanted to be burned.
He and Carl watched her wrapped corpse burn until there was nothing left but a dried, blackened husk. A husk that had once contained life, a heart, a body that made him sing, a mind that challenged him and made him think and realise he was more than he'd been raised to be.
It would be a disservice to wipe away his tears. Merle let them fall until there were none left. The kid standing tall and silent by his side, girly hair moving in the early evening breeze. "You take care of her katana, learn how to use it right, keep it sharp and by your side always. Never surrender it kid, you got that?" He asked, the salt trails on his face cracking as he speaks.
"Yeah." Carl says no more, turning and walking away, one steady stride at a time. The katana held in his hand, not yet strapped across his back as Michonne had usually had it. He wasn't yet comfortable enough to do that. They had only said goodbye to her today, Merle had gotten back around mid-morning.
Maggie watched and then stepped forward from where she'd been keeping an eye on them. It was her turn after all. She knew damn well Merle had watched out for her, made sure she didn't do anything stupid when she'd lost Glenn.
And so she stood there, silent and still as Merle continued to watch Michonne's corpse. Waiting with him.
Turning, Merle saw her and stopped. Maggie turned with him and they began the trek back inside. She had to hurry to keep up with his long strides. "You don't gotta' look out for me. I ain't gonna' off myself or shit." He said to her as they came to the entrance.
"I know." She says no more and peels off when they get inside to go back to her own room.
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And so more time passes, Merle marks it by the clothes others wear, he doesn't look outside the fences anymore. The heavier, reinforced fences. He'd gone batshit about a week after Michonne had passed when a corner of the wire fence had been breached.
A knockdown drag out fight with His Lordship Rick Grimes and Merle was in charge of reinforcing the fences. It was a job that had filled him, given him purpose, helped him sleep at night. But that job was done now. Giving his mind time to wander, and so with his brain less occupied, he begins to dream at night.
Tonight was such a night, though he had a couple of blankets on, he was naked on his bed and sweating in his dream.
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Gleaming black limbs entwined with his own as they rolled over the bed, falling off the other side with laughter, his hands ghosting over her moist skin as he threw back his head and laughed at her disgruntled look as she landed on the bottom bruising her lush ass.
"There you are, thought I'd lost the two of you." Tousled oak brown hair appeared over the edge of the bed followed by emerald-green eyes laughing at them.
"Get down here Princess." Merle huffed as he reached out his right hand and yanked firmly making Maggie slide across the bed and fall down on them both with an oomph sound.
"Ow, I'm on the bottom you know." Michonne said as she drew in a sharp breath.
"Suck it up buttercup." Merle said as he leaned down and took her mouth in a bruising kiss, even as his hands kept pulling Maggie in. He felt her breath against his ear as she leaned down and he and Michonne turned to meet her.
It was messy and complicated, when the three of them kissed it always was. Like the three of them together outside the bedroom was messy and complicated. Somehow they made it work, with stops and starts and arguments and make-up sex in any and every combination of the three of them. They worked because they worked.
Feeling a hand slide up his flank and brush over his nipple, Merle purred and arched into the touch, with his eyes closed he wasn't sure who it was but it didn't matter. It was one of them and that was all that counted.
Pulling back, he leaves them kissing as he kneels up and tugs on Maggie's thighs, getting her to move up and straddle Michonne in front of Merle as they continue to kiss. His big hands palm her ass and he spreads her as his mouth swoops down and bites one of her cheeks, nipping and licking an old, fading bite mark he or Michonne had put there a few days ago.
He was putting money on Michonne leaving it, his Nubian Queen might be all stoic and shit outside their door but here, inside, she was needy, demanding and wanton and unsure enough that she felt the need to make sure he and Maggie always carried something from her under their clothes. Merle would be lying if he said he minded being marked by his Queen. Or his Princess for that matter. Though she was a little different.
Nosing down the crack of Maggie's ass, he tapped her hole and watched it flex, "Not tonight buttercup." He whispered making them break away and laugh at him. Leaning back, Merle stood, wincing as a knee cracked, shit he was getting old. "Fuck each other for me, I'm in the mood to watch." He said as he pulled Maggie up and threw her casually on the bed.
Turning, he reached a hand for Michonne and she raised an eyebrow, daring him to throw her too. "Well darlin' you know I can't resist a dare." He said as his hands snaked out and he grabbed her even as he turned and tossed her. Maggie squealed and moved as Michonne landed on her and they both laughed as Merle held his sides and bust a gut laughing.
"Amused at yourself aren't you?" Michonne turned and shook back her dreads as she looked at him consideringly.
"I am my lovely Queen, I am." He said as he sat down in the chair beside the bed and took his cock in hand. Raising a brow he watched them both as they watched back.
Maggie huffed as she watched them, both way too competitive. She took competition out of the equation by leaning back and spreading her legs, hands sliding down her body to her pussy. Moaning, she touched herself, fingers of one hand circling lightly over her clit as the fingers of her other hand dipped inside her pussy, stroking her walls.
Turning quickly, Michonne's eyes widened and she pounced, knees landing between Maggie's spread legs, pushing them apart further by spreading her own. "You started without me?" She questioned dangerously.
"Yeah, I did. You got a problem with that?" Maggie arched an eyebrow as she continued to pleasure herself. She knew Michonne and what pushed her buttons.
"Maybe I do." Michonne answered on a growl as she leaned in and kissed Maggie's nipple, her tongue snaking out and flicking it making Maggie arch. "Maybe I don't." She said as she sat back and watched. Glancing over her shoulder, she watched Merle pleasuring himself as well. She couldn't decide who to go down on.
"Come fuck her Redneck so I can go down on both of you." She decided after a moment.
Shaking his head, Merle jerked his chin. "Fuck her for a while first, I wanna watch." His words were drawled as he continued jerking his fat cock in long lazy strokes, the purple head of it appearing and disappearing in his hammer-like fist as he did so. Who the hell knew he was so damn sexy under his mean, lying skanky exterior? Michonne sure hadn't. She was glad to be wrong though.
Turning, Michonne spread herself over Maggie even as Maggie's hands spread her lips open so Michonne could push herself down on her clit. "God, yeah." Maggie moaned, her sturdy thighs clasping Michonne around the waist as she ground up into Michonne's groin as she pushed down. "Love your hair, it's so rough." She said now making Michonne flush though she knew it wouldn't be seen. Still, she ducked her head in embarrassment. "Hey." A gentle hand tilted her chin back up. "We're different, it's what I like, I don't care that it's rough, it's a turn on. And Merle loves it too, so get over it." Maggie whispered to her gently as she stroked a finger down Michonne's cheek and across her full lips.
Merle smiled as he watched his women together. They drew him in every time. Now they were moaning as they fucked each other's clits, sweating dripping from Michonne in their hot, muggy room to land on Maggie and then slide over her pale, untanned skin to soak into the bedding. He could watch them forever.
Getting up, he knelt on the bed and knee-walked to them, his hands reached forward and his finger slid into them, two into Michonne and two down into Maggie as well. He didn't more, merely left them something to work themselves off on as they continued to hump each other. It was a fucking sexy sight.
Michonne leaned down and kissed Maggie who arched her neck up, responding wildly as her arms wound around Michonne's shoulders and scratched down her writhing back, cupping her ass and pulling it apart so Merle could see her hole winking at him. But, he wasn't fucking that tonight either.
What Michonne had said before though, that sounded like the go tonight. So, without fanfare, he pulled on her hips and before either of them could curse, he pushed her around so she was spread and dangling over Maggie and he took his cock in hand and pushed it into Maggie's warmth on a moan of pleasure.
It was returned twofold as Michonne moaned as she watched and Maggie moaned as she felt herself breached. That first thrust, whether it was slow or fast always shocked her because of Merle's girth. She felt stretched to bursting and knew from experience, she looked it too.
"Beautiful." Michonne murmured as she watched Maggie get fucked by Merle. Kneeling up, she kissed Merle and twisted his nipples, making him twitch deep inside Maggie. Then she leaned down and kissed along Maggie's hipbone before sucking on the soft flesh beside her navel, tongue laving it as she brought up a bruising mark.
"Oh, now that's a pretty sight." Merle murmured as he watched them.
"Enough watching tonight, move now Merle." Maggie said as she clenched down on his cock and began to rotate her hips. Michonne pulled her legs back, helping her widen herself for Merle, taken him deeper so he could hit her g-spot.
Folding her forearms around Maggie's thighs, Michonne leaned down and kissed her clit, tongue snaking out to flick at it even as she spread her knees wider as she felt warm breath ghost over her pussy and even warmer fingers stroke inside her, sliding all over her wet, slippery skin.
A tongue began to lick her walls, flick against her clit as those fingers began to move inside her. Then there is warm weight over her back and larger fingers prod her back hole. "Fuck her there too, she likes both." Merle said to Maggie. An affirmative humming sound is all Michonne can manage.
Spit drops down on her hole and Michonne flexes it as smaller fingers slick themselves up and push inside her, two of them, scissoring her, spreading her in both places now. Making her writhe as she felt her nipples rasp over Maggie's sweat-slick skin.
Opening her eyes, Michonne watches Merle fuck Maggie, his thick cock sliding in and out of her pussy, wet with her juices. Moving further down, Michonne opens her mouth and sucks on them both, her tongue stroking Merle's cock as he withdraws.
Merle pulls out of Maggie for a few moments, pushing his cock forward for Michonne to swallow. He moaned as he felt her suck on him and lick Maggie's juices off him with a moan of her own, one that is answered by Maggie as she goes down on Michonne.
"Fuckin' beautiful." He mutters as he takes his cock in hand again and pushes back inside the haven that is Maggie. Michonne's tongue again begins to work them both over as they fuck. Merle strokes her dreads back from her face, holding them out of the way so he can watch Michonne kiss and suck at he and Maggie. He can tell by the fluttering of her ass cheeks that Maggie is bringing her close to orgasm. He's close himself. Maggie milking his cock with her pussy muscles, it was almost like he could feel each individual muscle as she did so.
Feeling his balls draw up as Michonne cupped them, her middle finger pressing on his taint to give him an external massage in his magic spot, Merle hissed as he erupted inside Maggie, fucking into her hard and fast now as he emptied inside her never wanting to stop coming, or leave her body.
"Shit." He muttered as he finally stilled. He watched as Michonne's hips fucked up and down on Maggie's fingers as she came herself and then he felt Maggie's pussy fluttering on his cock and knew she'd boiled over in orgasm herself.
They might not manage to come at the same time, but they always came. It was something they realised when they started hooking up. Orgasms for three people at the same time was a hard one to pull off. They managed it occasionally, but not often.
Pulling out eventually, Merle sat back and watched as Michonne's head moved down and she began to suck his come out of Maggie, he leaned down as well, pushing himself back on the bed and they both took turns as they cleaned her up. It didn't bother him to suck up his own come.
Then they move back up Maggie's body and share a final three-way kiss before flopping down on the bed together.
"Fuck, we rock together." Maggie said after a time as sweat cooled on their bodies, the smell of sex was heavy in the air despite the open window, high up on the wall where people and zombies couldn't see or get in.
"That we do Princess." Merle agreed drowsily as his mind drifted off to sleep.
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The shower pattered down over his wet hair, pushing the grey strands flat against his skull as he leaned in under it, letting the grime on his skin be washed away by the slow steam of water. Running water was something to be thankful for these days.
Sighing, Merle reached for the bottle of shampoo and squirted some out. Slapping it on his head, he massaged it through his curling strands and then rinsed it off, making sure the suds ran down his chest through his pubic hair, he rinsed that as well.
Soaping up next, he scrubbed himself down and once again rinsed off. Stepping out as he switched off the shower, he's brought up short by Maggie standing there, holding his towel. Well, Merle amended, she was dangling his towel by one index finger as her other hand rested on her cocked hip.
"Now that's an invitation if ever I saw one." He graveled at her as he swiped his towel and ran it over his dripping hair. Next he dried off his upper body and then his legs as he bent them to rest on a chair one at a time. Then his groin as she watched all the while.
"You man enough to take me up on it?" She challenged him this woman. Same as Michonne and yet so very different.
"Only if I wanted to." He said to her as he stepped into his underwear and then clean trousers before sitting down to put on his boots. Standing again, he slung the towel around his neck and picked up his prosthesis. Looking Maggie dead in the eye he spoke again. "And I don't."
Walking away, Merle didn't look back. He'd always been a good liar.
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Dreams haunt him, sweaty skin, come-soaked sheets, dark and light, light and dark. Both of them dog him in his dreams, one of them dogs him when he's awake.
Beth laughs at him one day in the heat of summer as Merle glances around the corner of a building, checking Maggie had finished her job for the day in the area he was looking to head to. "Ain't funny, wouldn't be funny if I were a fucking woman and she were a man." He snarled at her, startling her to silence.
He was right.
And that is how Merle comes upon Maggie and Beth fighting a few days later. People were betting on them as they struggled on the ground, they were a good match now. Beth was actually better, Merle realised absently as he watched them for a moment.
Finally though, realising that people weren't stopping them, he stepped in between them and yanked them apart roughly. He led them, still kicking and fighting, though they're directing their rage at him now, around the corner to the pig trough and pushed them toward it. Hard.
Stumbling over each other, they fall in, Maggie face first, Beth managing to roll and land shoulder first though Maggie soon dragged her face down into the slop as well. Shaking his head Merle stepped up.
"Fuckin' knock it off, stupid bitches. Whatever the fuck it is, it ain't worth it." He said as he grabbed up the water barrel and poured it over them in a long gushing stream.
"Fill that shit back up before you come back inside and don't fuckin' come back inside until you've figured out what the fuck ever you were fightin' about." Merle shakes his head and walks back inside.
He's lying in his room hours later, reading until the electricity is shut off for the night when there is a knock on what he uses for a door. "Yeah?" He questions.
Maggie pushes it open and steps inside. She looks at him and then sits on the stool, on top of his discarded clothes. Looking at him for a moment, she glances away and Merle is surprised to see her blush.
"I remember the first time I saw you." She said out of the blue. "You were a fuckin' bastard, to Glenn, to me." She stopped and leaned forward now, resting her elbows on her knees and clasping her hands as if praying. "I never thought that opinion would change, especially after Woodbury and that fucktard." Merle smiled. She was the only other person he knew who used the word fucktard.
"When you and Michonne hooked up after you got better… When you just kept me sane after Glenn… I like you Merle Dixon." Maggie finally finished a sentence and Merle just stared at her. "You make me think, like Glenn did." She finishes another sentence. "Guess I'm tryin' to say that when you're ready, if you're ever ready, I'd like to try maybe being with you." She finished this one after several stops and starts.
"Beth," She broke off, licking her lips. "Beth told me I should just be up front, stop harassing you. Made the point that if I were a guy and you were a woman it wouldn't be allowed." A blush covered her face here making Merle nearly goggle as he watched her in shock. "I'm sorry for making you uncomfortable and stuff. That's all." She stood and was gone quickly leaving Merle with his mouth gaping.
How the fuck was he supposed to sleep after that?
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They're on a hunting trip some time later, he and Daryl with Carl and Maggie. She was better now, didn't bother him none and Merle was grateful for it. Well, she didn't bother him during the day he thought. The two of them are settled in, waiting for Daryl and Carl to return with the buck they were tracking down after wounding it.
"I dream of you. You and Michonne." He gave in finally. His dreams were killing him. He was walking around with a fucking hard on most of the day, aching for something he could never have.
"Dream how?" Maggie asked him curiously as she sat down at a right angle to him so she could see him.
"Together, the three of us." She still looked puzzled so Merle huffed and elaborated. "Together, fucking, getting it on." He said bluntly. And he grinned as he watched that rare and lovely flush steal over Maggie's skin.
"Seriously?" She questioned after a while.
"Yep."
"Do we…get it on with each other?" She asked again after another while.
"Yep."
"And you? And you like, have both of us and we're together too?" She sounds incredulous and something else, something Merle can't quite put his finger on.
"Yep."
"It's good? Our sex I mean?" Maggie asked him now making him squint over at her.
"Yep."
"You ever gonna say anything other than yep again?" She asked him, sarcastically now.
"Yep." He grinned toothily at her.
Narrowing her eyes, Maggie frowned at him. "So what do I like, sexually speaking in your dreams then?" She asked.
"You like my cock, like how thick I am, how it stretches you when I fuck into you." Merle answers her as he feels his cock begin to get hard under his trousers. He shifts and Maggie's eyes drift down, watching him harden beneath his clothes. "Starin' is rude you know." Merle says softly as he reaches for Maggie.
She comes to him willingly, his mouth closes over hers and she parts her lips for his tongue to languidly move into her mouth and make itself at home. Pulling away after a bit, Merle watches her eyes flare as she looks back down to see him fully hard.
"What else to do I like? In your dreams?" Maggie asked now as she sat back again.
"You like Michonne's mouth on you, her hands in you, front and back. You like to go down on her when she goes down on you, you like to tease her. And both of you like to tease me. And you love my nipples." He said as he watched her breathing quicken. "Touch yourself for me Princess, make yourself come." Merle spoke in a broken whisper as Maggie leaned back on one hand, her other disappearing under her pants at his words.
He watched avidly as she spread her legs and groaned as she fingered herself. "Touch your clit for me Princess, I bet its so soft and pretty and pink and begging for it right now, touch it for me and then let me taste you."
Obeying again, Maggie pulled her hand out, wetness glistening on her fingers as she held them out to Merle. His tongue swiped over them, cleaning them of Maggie herself as he pushed his prosthetic against his cock. Pulling away, he jerked his chin and Maggie shoved her hand back down her pants again.
"Too young for me you know." Merle spoke casually as he watched her touch herself. "Ain't gonna stop me from fucking you every chance I get if you're serious about me." He continued on. "Fucking you every night when you come to me in my room, laying you out and eating you, fingering you, stroking those soft inner walls of yours, pushing your legs apart and making a nice meal out of you. Fucking your ass when I want, coming all over your tits, on your face, rubbing myself into your skin so you smell like me for days."
Grinning, Merle watched as Maggie boiled over in orgasm, a hard fast one, brought on by the thought of Merle doing exactly what he said he'd do to her.
And so they began. But the dreams don't stop.
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"Jesus, fuck yes." Merle murmured as he felt the tongues on his cock. They didn't do it often, but a joint blowjob was something he'd never turn down. They were magic together, both tongues on his cock, then one while another tongued his balls, his hole.
Spreading his legs wantonly, Merle let them have at him, their curvy asses were up by his arms and he moves his hands over them, stroking them, slapping them, making them twitch at him in invitation. Then he pushed his fingers inside them, fucking them together as their tongues fuck him. One of them rolling up to stab into his slit as the other pushed slowly into his ass.
Fuck but he loved his ass being played with and these two excelled at it. They took him apart piece by piece and put him back together, made him stronger, better. Arching his back, Merle pushed his hips up into the mouth wrapping around him now. He frowned as he felt a tug on his arm, what the fuck?
He roared as his right hand disappeared suddenly. Then he screamed as he felt a wrenching in his thigh and blood suddenly blossomed there as flesh disappeared.
And then his left hand was yanked and more pain struck him. On the back of the neck this time. And Maggie, she disappeared beside him only to reappear, dressed andscreaming like banshee as she shoved a shiv into the zombie clinging to Merle's back as he pushed the one on his thigh off with a pained grunt.
"Merle! Come on, hold on to me now, I've got you." Merle felt liquid drip down on his face as he was moved suddenly. It made him groan.
"Fuck." He said as he felt his whole body seize.
He smelled death in the air. He was smelling himself.
"No, no, not again. No, no." He looked over at Maggie, she was the source of the liquid. Her tears.
"Gotta let me go Princess. Gonna be with my Nubian Queen. You'll see us one day again." He said softly as he felt his insides begin to liquefy.
"I'll see you one day Merle, and we'll act out your dreams." Maggie suddenly dashed away her tears as she leaned over and took Merle's mouth in a bruising kiss.
"Fuck yes." Merle answered her.
They were the last words he spoke.
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They watched from the woods as Maggie and Daryl laid Merle to rest. They set the fire and stood and watched it burn with Beth, Patrick, Carl and Herschel. Judith ran up some time later and Carl hoisted her onto his hip and held her, silently rocking her has her head rested on his shoulder, arms wound around her brother's neck.
"Guess you won her heart too Redneck." Michonne said as she leaned into Merle.
"Well, it's what we Dixon's do." He brushed his fingernails over his chest, buffing them as he grinned lasciviously at her.
"Guess so." She answered as they turned and watched silently.
When the fire has died down and Merle's body is nothing but blackened ash, the living drift away, never once glancing toward the shadows watching in the woods.
"Did I win yours then?" Merle asked Michonne curiously. They'd never spoken of love.
"Yes." Her word is a simple answer, but worlds are said in it.
Tugging on her dreads, Merle tilts her head up. "Glad you waited for me." He whispered as he kissed her softly.
Their forms fade away as they merge with each other as they never could in life.
This next journey will be taken together.
Merle's last words drift on the evening air. "Thank you for the dreams too."
A soft laugh answers him.
A/N - Yes in the dream sequences Merle had both hands, that was deliberate on my part.