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Chapter 12

Merle watched his brother speed off on his new motorcycle, shooting biters left and right, covering Beth and Lori's escape to T-dogs truck. He moved the other way on his bike drawing as many of the undead fucks as he could from his brother's tail. Not for the first time tonight he was grateful his brother convinced him to stay a couple more days and gather supplies. Daryl had managed to find himself a bike and they had given the truck to the group. Both their bikes were stocked and this attack on the farm was the perfect cover for their exit, Daryl just wanted to make sure Beth got out.

He caught Daryl's eye once the blonde jumped into the truck and jerked his head, his brother knew where to go. Daryl shot one last look at the truck and turned his bike around to follow Merle. He could hear the screams of a few people, some of them didn't make it, but Merle didn't turn to see who.

A couple of hours later they finally stopped to rest.

"Jimmy's dead. I wanted his girl didn't want the kid dead." Daryl said after a few minutes of silence.

"Nobody's ever given a damn what we want Daryl. We could still get Beth, they's bound to be headed to the highway."

"Naw, that lady Patricia got ripped outta her hands but I saw her sister get out, maybe her daddy did too, can't take her from 'em." His brother chewed on his thumb as he looked back toward the farm.

"Ya sure we ain't goin' to be lookin' for her ina couple months?" Merle asked, thinking about his dumbass decision to drop Emily.

"Emily don't have anybody, Beth's got family…why'd ya let her go anyway?" Daryl asked, encouraged by the way Merle had supported him with Beth. The look Merle gave him made him regret his bravery but his older brother surprised him by answering.

"Didn't want the distraction, didn't want ta be distracted from you. Families first."

"And now?"

"Now, maybe…..we can add to tha family." Merle let out a humorless laugh, a piece of him thought they were chasing a pipe dream, they would never find her.

"I liked Emily, wouldn't mind her bein' 'round." Daryl mumbled.

Merle nodded, "We did better just tha three of us…..you sure you don't want ta take the little blonde?"

"I'm sure." Daryl turned and got on his bike signaling the end of the conversation. Merle let out a breath, he thought his brother was making a mistake but at least his reasons were noble.

They headed north.

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Emily woke up snuggled between the MacManus brothers, her head resting on Murphy's chest.

"Go back to sleep Emily." Murphy mumbled.

"I will." She snuggled closer, smiling when Connor followed her in his sleep. It was getting cold and they had taken to sleeping snuggled together. Connor had continued to be a gentleman, the brothers were just very affectionate and hugged, kissed and snuggled without restraint. She closed her eyes and tried to go back to sleep.

"You want to go to the other room?" Murphy whispered, shooting a glance at his sleeping twin.

"He'll wake up." She whispered back. Murphy gave her a big smile and grabbed the pillow from behind his head. He pushed it between Connor and Emily's bodies gently, then helped slid the smiling woman off the bed. They stayed still for a minute to see if their ploy had worked, when Connor continued his soft snoring they snuck out of the room.

The house they were staying in was small, only a two bedroom, Murphy led her into the much smaller room and closed the door behind them.

"I thought we'd never get some alone time." He whispered to her as he brought her in for a kiss. Emily brought her arms around him slipping her hands under his shirt. Murphy had scars too, not like Merle and Daryl, Murphy's scars were from his "mission" bullets that had gone astray, or knife fights and bar fight wounds. He wasn't shy about his body with her. She pulled his shirt over his head and ran her hands down his firm chest. She kissed her way down his abdomen settling on her knees in front of him.

"Now there's a beautiful sight." Murphy sighed as she undid his jeans and pulled out his thick cock. He closed his eyes as Emily's warm mouth closed over him. Emily was a giver, as soon as she let him in she did everything in her power to make him happy and sex with her was no different. She worked him eagerly and he had to pull her off him to keep from cumming too quickly.

"What's wrong?" Emily asked him wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

"Not a damn thing, sweetheart," he smiled at her, his chest still heaving from having to restrain his orgasm. "I don't want this over so soon." He pulled her to him for a hungry kiss.

Murphy wasted no time removing Emily's clothes, his brother could wake any minute, he hated it but they couldn't just lazy around and fuck all day. Emily worked just as quickly to get the rest of his clothes off of him and they tumbled onto the bed. Murphy slid inside her letting out a rumbling groan of pleasure. She clenched down on him rolling her hips up and kissing his neck.

"Jesus Emily." He breathed into her ear.

"Lords name." she whispered back playfully.

There was no talking after that, Murphy kissed and loved his girl till she came and came hard, then let himself have his own release. By the grace of God Connor was still asleep so they lay together for a bit longer than they were usually able to. Murphy laid on his side and stroked the flat planes of her stomach, smiling every time he'd hit a ticklish spot causing her to spasm under his fingers.

Emily sighed contently, she was no longer fearful of showing her naked body. Merle and Daryl had cured her of that, of course by the time she'd meet them she'd already lost about 15lb. because of depression and stress. She'd still been chunky though and the Dixon's had never mentioned it, and by the time she'd met Murphy she'd been skinny, the thinnest she'd ever been in her whole life and not only that, she was in shape, all the walking and hunting and toned her up. She was proud of her body now.

She couldn't help but remember the first time Merle really saw her naked. He usually just fucked her, never really taking the time to study her, she'd appreciated it then, considering how very self-conscious she was.

"What'cha doin'?" Emily jumped, he'd surprised her, for a big man he was sneaky and quiet.

She blushed and started putting her clothes on. "I ..uh..I was just um. I can see my…. you know…" she gestured to her privates, "without my stomach being in the way." She blushed even more, "I've never been this small before." She looked down at her feet mentally scolding herself for not being able to come up with a suitable lie as to why she was examining herself naked.

"So why'd ya get dressed?" Merle completely ignored her revelation and started undressing her again. At the time Emily was grateful, she wouldn't have to spill anymore embarrassing secrets but now she knew better, Merle had ignored her comments because he didn't really care what she thought or felt about anything, she was only there for sex. Now that she thought about it, he probably would have fucked her if she was as big as a house, he wasn't attracted to her he just needed a hole.

"Do you think I'm pretty Murph?" she asked shyly.

Murphy looked up at her, "Course I do love." Her insecurities were strong, he could tell by the way she tried to anticipate his every need, she gave more than anyone could except for Connor. He pushed back her hair and gave her a soft kiss.

"You're beautiful Emily. Don't forget it." She smiled at him.

"Ay the two of you as pretty as a picture. Now it's time to get up ya lazy bastards." Connor butted in from the doorway. Murphy threw a shoe at him missing his brothers head by an inch.

"Get outta here then ya pervert, Emily needs ta get dressed. He covered her with his body, not that Connor tried to peek, the older twin laughed as he headed down the hallway to the kitchen.

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Emily was right about one thing, Merle would have fucked her even if she was as big as a house, Daryl might not have, but then again Emily had a pretty face and a little fat never scared off a Dixon, so he probably would have too. He hadn't said anything about her stupid stomach because he didn't care, why did she need to look at her snatch anyway? He'd thought she looked just fine before and after she'd lost weight, he wasn't the type to give out compliments. If asked about the incident all he would have remembered is that she looked hot as hell standing in the tent naked and he was hard instantly, her blush had been the kicker and he thought the little swell of left over fat on her belly was cute.

Merle did know the thoughts that were running around in Emily's head, she was an open book, he just didn't know what the hell he was supposed to do about them, even if they had been in a real relationship, talking about feelings and shit was never something he was good at.

Merle was remembering all kinds of things about Emily, a surprisingly small amount of them having to do with sex. He wouldn't have been that shocked to learn what Emily was thinking about him, after all he'd done his damnedest to put those thoughts in her head. He only hoped he wasn't too late to reverse the damage. He would still have to share her with Daryl since he left the little blonde behind, but life with Emily (even sharing her) was a hell of a lot more cheerful than life without. Daryl and him road in silence, much closer to Emily than they could have imagined.