**NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: I think that we can all agree that the original powerhouse of Caryl fiction was SOA Loving Mom. In fact, she was also the first to put Merle and Beth together in a fanfiction romance. She was a prolific and very popular writer, and during her reign she generously allowed me to contribute guest chapters for some of her stories. Writing them with her was a great experience. Sadly, she pulled her stories from all outlets several years ago. So, I have unpublished chapters from stories that she spearheaded sitting on my computer, and I'm trying to weave a new story from them. I want to clarify that I don't have a way to contact SOA, I wish I did.
This story will be weaved from my chapters featured in her story Daylight. I am only using what I wrote, so the storyline will be different than the original. SOA if you're reading this and you have objections, please contact me ASAP.
I OWN NOTHING RELATED TO THE WALKING DEAD**
Chapter 1. The Farm
Rick Grimes looked around his ragged group as twilight descended on the Greene farm. Hershel had been generous letting them set up Dale's RV and all the assorted tents near the house, and for the moment they were secure. It was clear to him that none of the Greenes understood the current state of the world. Maybe Hershel is right and all of this will blow over soon, mused Rick as he sat on top of the RV. He allowed himself a moment of hope, then shook his head. He knew in his bones that Hershel was wrong.
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Merle Dixon snorted in derision as he watched Lori sneak into the woods with Shane. Doesn't take a rocket science to figure out what's going on there, he thought. And right under Officer Friendly's nose. Merle would love to inform the good Sheriff about the infidelity but he was shushed by Daryl, who was eating a biscuit beside him. "Ain't none of our business," said Daryl, spraying biscuit crumbs over his beard. "Best to keep our heads down and not draw attention." Merle turned his head, eyebrows raised, and questioned, "And why would I do that, little brother, when I have the opportunity to shove this sweet piece of intel right up Friendly's ass?" Daryl shook his head in irritation and replied, "You gotta let that roof shit go, Merle. I know you got hot up there, but we did come back and cut you out of the cuffs. We gotta work together now."
Merle turned to fully face Daryl, stuck a finger in front of Daryl's nose, and snarled, "I gotta LET THAT ROOF SHIT GO? You wasn't the one stranded up there, brother, with walkers snapping all around my face. In 110 degree heat. CHAINED." Daryl was about to reply when they were interrupted by a matronly lady named Patti. She had a plate of biscuits in both hands, and invited them to eat. "There's only enough for two per person," she said, "we're rationing the flour". Merle's demeanor changed immediately, and he smiled widely has he helped himself to two. "Why thank ya, Miss Patti," he purred, "I can't remember last time I had such good home cookin'." Patti laughed demurely and said, "Well, I can't take the credit. These were made by Beth, she got up early today to make sure y'all ate." The brothers turned to see Beth over by the RV crowd, a platter of biscuits in her hands. When she looked up, she saw the brothers observing her and blushed. When Patti moved out of earshot, Merle looked at Beth wolfishly then muttered to Daryl, "Talk about a piece." He crammed a biscuit in his mouth and swallowed it as Beth bent down to serve someone sitting in a lawn chair.
She was wearing lounge pants and a cartoon pony tee shirt, and a pair of hot pink crocs over her bare feet. These were clearly her sleeping clothes, which told him that she had been in a damned hurry to get the biscuits out. Her curly blonde hair was in a messy ponytail that hadn't yet been brushed this morning. There was no doubt to Merle that she was young, but the curves under her clothes said she was old enough. Merle washed the biscuit down with a swig of cold coffee and punctuated the motion with a pelvic thrust. "Mmmmh mmmh," he crooned. "That's five-star pussy there, brother. Just about ripe for the pickin' too. Why ain't somebody hittin' that?" Daryl looked at him incredulously and chuffed. "World is circlin' the drain, man. Ain't nobody thinking that way." Merle laughed out loud. He'd gotten a good eyeful of all the younger women here, and his nightly masturbation fantasies featured each and every one of them. Merle shook his head incredulously at his brother, and answered, "Somethin' wrong with y'all."
