A/N Thank you very much! There is so much in store this chapter.
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Visitors and Journeys
The lovemaking has left them both happy, smiling and exhausted. They're laying in each other's arms perfectly relaxed and blissfully content, when they hear the crash outside.
Daryl recognizes it as the sound of firewood tumbling to the ground, "what the hell?!" He had it stacked just right. Someone or something is out there! He jumps to his feet, nearly falling as he tries to pull his pants up on his way to the door.
He grabs the rifle that's waiting there, throws the door open, and in the dim glow of moonlight off the water, he sees it. There's a black bear up on his hind legs swatting at the neatly stacked logs and watching as they roll to the ground, clicking his tongue and purring at his work.
Beth is calling out to Daryl, "What is it? Is someone out there?"
"Shh, it's a bear and he's screwin' with me." Then he looks at Jack and growls an order, "You stay Jack. Stay." Jack whines in disappointment but reluctantly complies.
Beth gasps and whispers to herself, "Oh my gawd, a bear."
She can't believe Daryl is still standing shirtless and shoe-less in the freezing cold air, watching as the animal swats at the logs and seems to be enjoying the sight as they roll off the stack.
The huge animal glances in Daryl's direction and begins jaw popping, huffing and grunting his warnings. Daryl knows black bears have a fear of humans, but he's sure the bear won't show fear, only bravado and threatening behavior.
Beth nearly faints when Daryl yells at the big animal, "Get the hell outta here, go on now! GET OUTTA HERE!"
The animal growls back, clacking his molars together again, and Daryl yells again, "You better be scared ya big bastard. I got a gun and I know how ta use it."
The bear seems to be answering back, bellowing and huffing, and Daryl warns him again, "I worked my ass off gettin' that wood stacked and I ain't lettin' you wreck it, now go on!"
The bear goes from standing on his hind legs to down on all fours, lifts his head up and growls and huffs one last time, then turns to walk away. Daryl's silent. The animal is moving on and he's not going to provoke him into staying. When he's sure the bear is gone he quietly shuts the front door, engaging the bar across it, looks at Beth and says, "Fuck that fuckin' bear, I'm freezin'."
He's practically tearing his pants back off as he hurries to the bed, dives under the covers and asks, "Shit lady, whaddya waiting for? C'mon, get in here."
Jack whines and he tells the dog, "You're a good boy Jack. I know ya wanted ta go after him, but I ain't willin' ta lose ya. Now go back ta sleep."
Beth quickly curls in next to him, with skin almost as icy as his, and she asks, "Do you really think he's gone?"
"Yeah, I think so. He was just gettin' inta mischief. Bears can be like raccoons, real troublemakers. They're just a lot bigger and more powerful."
"I can't believe you just started yelling at him. Weren't you afraid?"
"He's a black bear, not a grizzly. Black bears are kinda scared of people, so I was just hopin' if I got aggressive first, he'd back off."
"Well I was plenty scared, and what if he comes back?"
"If he comes back it'll probably be because he's hungry. We gotta be careful not ta leave food or food scraps out, and tomorrow I'll make sure Merle's place and the tool shed are both shut down tight. Them ducks too. I sure as hell don't want that asshole killin' our ducks."
"Shouldn't the bear be hibernating by now?"
"Shit I would be if I was him. He will be by December. The sows and cubs are all bedded down by now, they must be smarter. They start in about September. I'm pretty sure that boar was just out lookin' for some trouble."
"That was so scary, and I don't like you taking chances."
He pulls her closer as he combs her hair back with his fingers, kissing her curls and promising, "If he comes back I'll do like I done tonight, and ya don't gotta worry. If he takes one step toward me I'll fire a shot in the air. That oughta scare him off. If it don't, and he starts runnin' at me, I'll shoot him right in the heart. We'll be eating bear meat for months."
"Oh my gosh Daryl, are you kidding? Bear meat?"
"Nah, I ain't kiddin'. Ya know, they're just big hairy pigs and I heard they taste about the same. We'd have us some bear bacon and ham, and just imagine havin' a big ol' bear skin blanket. That'd be nice and toasty."
She leans over, kissing him and letting him know, "I'd much rather eat duck eggs and have you keeping me warm."
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Merle knows the women are scared, shit he is too. Only a complete moron wouldn't be a little concerned about what kind of shit they might run into. Much to everyone's relief, at first it's not too bad. Town's gotten more quiet.
Merle supposes that's because most of the population is either dead and turned, or they've burrowed in deep somewhere trying to ride this thing out, or they've split in search of a camp.
Him and the ladies encounter no living people, only a few walkers, and no real trouble until they get on the highway and about three miles out of town. Shit, he sees them up ahead, a big group of those bastards clustered right in the middle of the road, and then he spots why. They've got a minivan full of people surrounded. It appears to be a family and Merle tries not to look at them or think about what's coming next for them. Shit, he'd like to save them but he's not sure he could, so for now, all he can think about is saving these women and his own ass.
There's no time to sit and strategize, besides, it's probably best to keep this simple. The dead assholes are currently preoccupied with the car and occupants, and Merle knows it's smartest to take advantage of that.
He hates to mess up the nicest vehicle he's ever owned, but what the fuck can he do? Maybe he'll find a better one, for now he's got to hopes the stuff in the bed stays intact.
"You ladies hang on tight, we're liable ta hit a few a these assholes on our way by 'em." The ladies try so hard to be brave, but still, he can hear the fearful sounds coming from them as they huddle together. It only makes him more determined to get this done. The plan couldn't be more basic, it's just speed and brawn. He tells them, "Close yer eyes," because he knows it will probably get gross, and he floors the big pickup.
Merle's gripping the wheel like he's afraid it will get away from him, and his leg is fully extended as his foot pushes down on the accelerator, even his ass has lifted a little off the seat as he fully concentrates on getting around this group and breaking free on the other side.
He's driving as far to the right side of the road as he thinks he can without getting stuck or sliding and rolling. When he clips that first walker with his left front bumper the body comes flying up, hits the hood of the big pickup, then bounces into the windshield before rolling over and off the right side of the truck.
Merle only has time to think, "Thank God the windshield didn't break," before hitting the next one head on and full throttle. It seems to disappear under the pickup, but they all feel the thumps as they ride over it.
Suddenly there are four of those nasty creatures shuffling toward the pickup, the noise must have attracted them. Frankie sees them first, touches Merle's thigh and whispers her warning, "On your left…" he glances that way and deliberately swerves the pickup, successfully sideswiping all four of them as the truck swerves. It's out of control for a second or two, but Merle regains control quickly and him and the ladies clear the pack.
The pickup is quiet. No one talks for the first few minutes, until the pretty young blonde named Amber says, "Thank you Merle. I was so scared."
"You ain't gotta thank me. I told ya I'd get you ladies somewhere safe, and I wasn't just talkin'. If we don't have too much more trouble like we just had, we could be there in a little more'n a couple hours."
There's a chorus of, "Really? And "Yay" and then Amber says, "That's great news, but, um, but I…I need to go potty."
Merle breaks into a smile, "Yeah, we probably all do. I'll find a spot ta pull over so we can do that. Maybe have a little drink too. I know I could use one."
Frankie gives him a look like he shouldn't be doing that. He smiles and assures her, "It's only gonna be one little drink, I promise Darlin', and shit, it ain't like there's anyone around ta pop me for DUI."
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After breakfast Daryl and Beth go out to feed the ducks and survey the damage their nocturnal visitor left behind.
Daryl's grateful that at least the damn bear left the logs that are stacked next to the cabin alone. He just went after the huge stack.
Beth sounds a lot like she's not taking no for an answer when she tells him, "You go ahead and keep chopping. I'll stack."
"I don't want ya doin' all this kinda work Beth. Ain't there sumthin' that needs ta get done on the sewing machine?"
She smiles at his sweetness and concern, but she's not having it, "Yes there is, and as soon as I'm housebound by a big snowstorm I'll get to it. For now, I'm stacking logs."
He sighs and shrugs, knowing he can't change her mind, and admitting only to himself, he could use the help, "A'ight, but feel free ta quit anytime."
She answers, "I will," knowing she won't. She gets a pair of gloves and the wheelbarrow from the tool shed and starts with that huge stack of logs. She fills the wheelbarrow with as many of the fallen ones as she's sure she can push, and heads towards Merle's house with them.
She spends the better part of her morning stacking logs next to Merle's wood stove, and then next to his oven. After lunch, she starts stacking the wood next to her and Daryl's wood stove, as much as she can and still leave them plenty of room to get around. Every muscle in her body is crying out, and despite the gloves she's sure her hands are blistered. She doesn't stop though. Daryl hasn't stopped and he's got to be every bit as sore as she is. So, when she's done stacking logs in their cabin, she gets back to the huge stack.
Most everything the bear knocked off the stack is now either in Merle's house or theirs, but the wood Daryl's been cutting all morning is in need of stacking. She mumbles to herself, "It's the never-ending story."
By the time the sun goes down and it's too dark to work, the couple are thoroughly exhausted. They each take a turn washing up in the bathroom, and they keep dinner blessedly simple. As they've been washing up, the contents of a jar of stew have been warming on the back of the stove and there are biscuits left from this morning. They're so hungry and tired that if it was crackers and jam they'd just be eating and not complaining.
Daryl's sopping up what's left of his stew with the last of his biscuit, and once he pops the biscuit in his mouth he tells Beth, "As soon as we get these dishes washed up, I'll wash your hair like I said I would."
She'd forgotten all about it, "Oh no Daryl, that's so nice of you, but it's okay. I know you're tired and it can wait."
"Nah, I said I'd do it, and I'ma do it." She knows by the tone of his voice it's pointless to argue with him.
She changes into an old t-shirt of his, just in case there's any splashing and she gets wet. She's going to need warm and dry pajamas for bed. Daryl checks the water in the two kettles on the back of the wood stove and the temperature feels perfect. Good and warm, but not too hot. One will be more than enough to get her hair wet to shampoo, the other will be plenty to rinse.
He lays a towel over the edge of the sink, she sits on the stool and leans her head back. The towel makes a nice cushion against the cold hard sink, and he smiles down at her, "Ready?"
"Yes, I'm ready," and as he begins to pour the warm water over and through her hair, she feels chilled. The water's warm, but gosh, even though the stove is burning hot, with nothing on but a thin t-shirt and with her head wet, she's cold. She won't complain though, not when he's doing this for her.
Daryl can't help but know she's cold. He can see the proof. Her nipples have hardened and there's no way he could miss them pushing against the thin fabric of the old t-shirt. As he pours shampoo in his hands and then begins his work of lathering up her hair and scalp, the task becomes more and more sensual, and a simple shampoo takes on a whole new element. He continues to massage her scalp, but soon his lips are on hers and his tongue is in her mouth, and she's responding to his touch with soft whimpering, and returning his fevered kiss with her own. He barely has enough self-control to thoroughly rinse the shampoo out, quickly rub in some conditioner and rinse again. He's really moving fast when he towels off her hair, smiles and tells her what she already knows, "I need ya lady," as he's pulling the t-shirt over her head. He picks her up in his arms and lays her down in their bed and she waits impatiently under the covers as he quickly discards his clothes and joins her.
They share a deep warm kiss and his hand is on her breast when she smiles and says, "Gosh, my pillow's going to be cold and wet."
He doesn't miss a beat as his mouth is traveling down to those pretty pink nipples, "It's okay, you can share mine."
He's going to have the old ATV, and himself and Jack, ready to head out on the hunt the second there's the first sliver of morning light in the sky. He knows right where they're going. It's a favorite hunting spot of his and Jack's. It's not too far, and they've always had luck finding turkeys around there. Jack must suspect where they're going, his tail is wagging and he's excited.
Daryl hasn't told Beth his full plan, if it doesn't work, he'll tell her what he tried to do, but if it does work, he wants her to be surprised. Then he almost laughs, Merle won't fucking believe it.
He has no idea what he's doing, he's never tried anything like this, but he thinks his plan could work. He's got some netting in the trailer, gunny sacks, and he's got his fishing net. He's got the food Beth packed for him and Jack, and another bag of food she knows nothing about. He smiles to himself, then looks at Jack and tells the dog, "You n me are gonna do this boy."
He gets on the old 3-wheeler and Jack takes his spot in front of him, and just like he does every time they do this, Daryl rubs the dogs neck for a minute and asks, "Ya know you're too big ta ride up here, right?"
The dog yawns and Daryl smiles, "Yeah, don't worry about it Jack."
There's a faint dusting of snow on the ground as he rides toward his and Jack's hunting spot, then stops a mile or so before they get there. They don't want the engine noise warning the game they're coming. He stuffs three gunny sacks into a fourth one and ties it to the back of his belt.
Daryl's already got his pistol on his hip and a knife in the sheath on his thigh. He throws the crossbow across his back, then questions, does he want to haul that heavy ass thing around? Hmm Let's think a minute. He can get the turkey with the shotgun, but not the deer. He can get the deer and the turkey both with the bow. Yep, bow it is. He'll leave the shotgun behind. He looks at Jack and tells the dog, "I'm countin' on your help man. I'd really like ta get a deer and a turkey."
Of course, Jack has no idea what the man is saying, but then he doesn't need to understand the words. He knows what his job is, and he knows when he does his job his human gives him extra affection, and a treat or two.
There's that late fall stillness in the crisp mountain air and they're quiet as they begin their walk. Dammit it though, as much as he loves being out here and doing this shit, Daryl can't help worrying about Beth. He knows she can take care of herself, she's proved it, still though...maybe he should have brought her. Next time he'll ask if she wants to come.
He doesn't have much time to think those thoughts because Jack interrupts them when he bumps his nose into Daryl's leg. It's their code and the man looks down at the dog with a questioning look, really? Already? The dog responds by lifting his chin and pointing his nose a little to the left. Daryl nods, whispers, "Okay," and as he starts to walk away, the dog lays down to wait.
Daryl hasn't gone more than 50 yards, shit, this might be the easiest hunting ever because there it is, a real nice buck. He quietly slides the bow off his back, loads the bolt, aims and lets it fly. The buck goes down.
He hadn't expected things to go this way. He thought he'd try for the turkeys first, then worry about trying to find a deer. It was only going to be a bonus of everything else went right, but he's not complaining. This is actually better, and now he knows he's at least bringing home some good meat to Beth, even if he doesn't get a turkey.
He whistles low and Jack comes running over, and the dog carefully watches as Daryl field dresses the animal. Much to the Jack's delight the man does not forget to reward him for his work. He slices off a few thin strips of meat and Jack happily consumes them.
Daryl looks at the animal and says, "A'ight, it's all good boy, the buck's already startin' to cool down in this freezin' air and we still got time ta look for turkeys."
Daryl's got the buck across his shoulders, it's not too far to the ATV, and they're almost there when him and Jack both hear it, the clucks, yelps, purrs and gobbling of wild turkeys. Daryl can't believe it, already? Shit, he wants to go for the turkeys, but first he's got to get the deer to the ATV, and retrieve the netting and that bag of food he brought.
Him and Jack hurry as quickly and noiselessly as they can, and when they start getting close to where they first heard them, they hear the birds again. Daryl looks at Jack, nods and rubs the dog's head. The dog lays down and waits for the man to do what he always does.
Daryl creeps quietly toward the flock, and as soon as he's close enough the puts a bolt through one hen, then another. The other birds are so busy fanning their feathers, pecking at the ground, or digging little holes, they don't even notice what's happened.
That's perfect for Daryl's plan. He throws a handful of the food he brought onto the ground and just like he suspected would happen, a small group of turkeys notice and get excited for the chopped vegetables. While they're pecking at the food, Daryl unfurls the netting, walks slowly toward the small group of wild birds, and manages to successfully trap four of them in the net, three hens and a Tom. Daryl's smiling like he won the lottery. Good, that's good. Now he just has to get them in the gunny sacks and get them home. Shit, the way they're yelping, and knowing how hard and strong those beaks and nails are, he's expecting plenty of war wounds. It'll be worth it though. Beth's going to be so happy. They can breed their own turkeys and they're going to have plenty more eggs, big eggs.
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Merle's standing on the rise looking down at the prison. He'd have no way of knowing that his brother stood in almost this exact same spot when he was looking for a way to get in the place and find Merle.
He's glad Daryl insisted on sticking a pair of binoculars in his glove box for him, it sure makes it a helluva lot easier to see what's going on down there. Especially since there seems to be so many walkers on this side of the fence blocking his view. Shit, you'd think those brainless assholes would give up and move on after a while. Surely there's easier pickings for a meal.
There they are though, and men and women on the prison side are shoving poles and knives through the holes in the chain link and into walker foreheads. What a shitty job that would be. He's decided it's too dangerous to try to walk up to the main gate with the ladies and hope for entrance, shit, those walkers would get hold of the women before anyone decided whether or not to let them in.
He's spotted a different way. Up on the north side of the yard there's a man and a young boy. It looks like they're plowing up rows. It's an odd time of the year for that, but maybe they're just experimenting with some kind of winter crop. It doesn't matter, the important thing is there they are, and there are only a couple of walkers near the fence on that side.
Merle walks over to the ladies and tells them what he plans on doing, "I'm gonna head down there on foot and talk ta that fella. I'll let him know you're lookin' for a camp ta join and all that we got ta trade. During that little conversation I aim ta find out two things. First, whether he's legit, and second, whether he'll take ya. You all wait here in the truck, weapons ready. I won't be long."
It's not far and Merle's fleet of foot, he makes it over by the fence, puts down the three walkers milling around when he gets there, and that commotion has the man walking closer to the fence, instructing the boy, "you stay back Carl," then looking at Merle and asking, "Can we help you?"
Merle smiles, "Yeah, I think so. I'm lookin' for a sheriff named Rick Grimes. You him?"
Rick stands up straighter, who the hell is this? "And who might you be?"
Just the way the man asked that question Merle's pretty damn sure he's talking to Rick Grimes. But he goes along, "My name's Merle Dixon, my brother Daryl run into this guy Rick and his family on the road. He helped em out gettin' rid of some walkers. Then he met up with him again here, at this prison when Grimes was lookin' ta set up camp."
The man's hands are on his hips, head cocked to the side when he asks, "So you're the brother he was looking for, and it sounds like he found you. I'm glad to hear it, and yeah, I'm Rick Grimes, good to meet you Merle."
Merle nods, "Same. I got some ladies with me and I need ta find em a camp. Somewhere safe. They're all good people and they can help out. I brought some provisions with me too. Not a lot, but what I had."
The sheriff's eyebrows raise, "Where'd you come across these women?"
"Well sir, they were in the hands of some bad players. Seems some guy named Negan has been buildin' himself a harem." Merle shrugs, "Anyway, I talked ta my brother and he told me I oughta bring the ladies here, that you were looking for people ta join your group, and ya might be willin' ta let the ladies stay."
"How many are we talking about?"
"Four. All of em are good people and no one's sick."
"What about you? Don't you need place to stay?"
"Nah, I ain't the kind ta stay in one place," he chuckles adding, "Unless a course, I'm locked up. If I ain't though, then I'm kind of a drifter."
"Where are the women now?"
"I got em hid til I make sure I got a safe place for em."
"I see. Well why don't you tell me a little something about yourself. How many walkers have you have you killed?"
"Aw shit, a lot. I got no idea but just on the highway this mornin' I killed at least six, then these three. Probably killed at least 30 before today."
The man is nodding, "I see. How many people have you killed?"
"Four since the turn."
"Why?"
"Killed two that was tryin' ta kill my brother 'n me. Killed two that was holdin' these ladies hostage. They was doin' things to em a good man wouldn't do without askin'."
The sheriff nods again, "That boy over there is my son, Carl. Your brother saved his life. I guess I owe the Dixons."
"Ya don't. I'm just tryin' ta help these women."
"What kind of provisions?"
"Coffee, coffee creamer, cocoa packets, and sugar. Plus a package of toilet paper."
The man smiles, "Coffee sounds real good. I haven't had a cup in a long time."
"That ain't all either. I brought a case of first class shine."
"Moonshine?"
"Yessir, and it ain't rot gut. It's as fine as any high end liquor you could buy. My family's been makin' it for generations." For once, Merle feels genuinely proud about that.
"Sounds good. Well Merle, I'll have to meet them, but I'm sure we can find a place for the ladies."
"A'ight. I'ma go get em, be back in a half hour."
As soon as Merle's gone Rick tells the boy, "Go get your Mom and a couple of the other women. These ladies will probably feel better with some other women around."
Merle hurries up the hill to the pickup and tells the ladies, "They want ya ta stay. I'll drive us down there."
That's when Frankie just can't keep her secret in any longer, he has the right to know, "Wait, Merle, wait. Let me get out of the pickup and talk to you for a minute before we go. In private."
Shit, what the fuck? Did he do something wrong? "Yeah, sure, okay."
They walk a few feet from the pickup, stand near a big oak, and he asks, "What is it Darlin'? You didn't change your mind about comin' with me, did ya?"
"No, but you might change your mind about taking me."
"Whaddya talkin' about? Why would I do that?"
"There's no easy way to say this Merle, I'm…I'm pregnant."
His eyes get the size of silver dollars and he asks, "A baby? You're gonna have a baby?"
"Yes."
He's stunned but manages to keep it together pretty well, ""Shit, I never thought a myself as Daddy material." His head is down but when it comes back up there's a smile, "shit Darlin', did ya think I'm the kind of asshole ta get ya pregnant and then just leave ya off somewhere?"
"Merle, think about all the circumstances. I think this baby is yours, I want it to be yours more than anything, but…well…those men..."
Tears fill her eyes, and he takes her in his arms, "It's mine Darlin'. No one else's. I'm here, you're here, and that baby is our baby."
There were plenty of tears when they dropped the ladies off, but everyone knew it was for the best and the women at the prison were very kind and welcoming. It seemed like a good group and neither Merle nor Frankie felt like they were abandoning their friends.
Rick offered for them to stay, eat with them and spend the night, but as much as Merle appreciated the offer, he's anxious to get back up the mountain, and Frankie is following his lead.
They passed a Feed & Tack store on their way to the prison, and Merle stops there on their way back. He insists Frankie lay down on the back seat of the truck and wait while he goes in, "It'll be faster and safer." He's not surprised to see the place has been ransacked, but nobody took any birdseed and there's plenty of it. Hey, he can't believe it, duck pellets. Merle also picks up some leather work gloves for everyone, and a heavy Carhartt jacket for Frankie.
When they get back to Rosewood he decides to just keep driving passed the WalMart. There are way too many walkers and people. He does go back to the vets office Daryl and Beth told him about, and sure enough there's a little more birdseed and even a 25 pound bag of oats. That must be for house calls to horses. Ducks like them too.
As they're driving to what Merle thinks is their last stop Frankie sees a dry cleaners and asks, "Merle, can we stop there? I need some clothes."
He drives to the alley, breaks into the back door, and kills the two walkers almost immediately. That's it, the place is untouched. He could use some clothes himself. Frankie asks, "How big is Beth?'
"Shorter than you and a little skinny. She needs ta eat more."
"Okay, I'll see of I find some things for her too."
"Ya need ta know Darlin', where we're goin' it's freezin' ass cold and bound ta get colder."
She looks concerned when she says, "Okay."
Merle reassures her, "We got a sturdy home. I just put a new roof on the thing, and we got a wood stove and a big old-fashioned stone oven too."
Now there's a smile, "That sounds so nice. I'll try to find me and Beth some pullover sweaters."
They spent longer than he wanted to at the cleaners, but shit, they had to pull plastic off of everything to see what there was. It was worth it too. He found some insulated flannel shirts for him and Daryl, and even some dungarees and wool pants. More important than that, Frankie got herself and Beth each a pile of clothes and she seems real happy.
They make one last stop in town. Beth mentioned the place and they all agreed, if there was time, he'd stop there. The Rosewood Chocolate Shoppe has been hit hard. Why did people have to break up glass cases? They're easy enough to open. Assholes. They'd expected all the candy and sweets to be gone, but that's not what they came for. Sure enough, there's a store room in the back and once again, no one seems to have gotten to the point of taking raw ingredients, not yet. Merle finds baking chocolate, sugar, salt, condensed and evaporated milk, vanilla, spices and more. Frankie picks up a couple of candy thermometers, smiles at him and says, "Christmas candy." He puts it all in the back seat of the truck.
Now the truck is loaded with good things they need, fun things they want, and they're anxious to go. Frankie doesn't even know where they're going, she just wants to see her new home. Merle says, "I know ya wanna get there, shit Darlin', I do too, but we can't travel at night. We're best ta stay in town and start out first thing in the morning. I'll have ya in your new home tomorrow."
He pulls in the back behind the rehab house where the ladies stayed, but Frankie doesn't want to go in, and Merle doesn't really want to either. They decide to sleep sitting up in the pickup. They're holding hands and wondering about their future when they finally doze off.
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A/N So much is happening with both of our couples. Please leave a comment. The chapter photo is on my tumblr blogs gneebee and bethylmethbrick, I hope you'll take a look. I'll be back next week with more of The Man on The Mountain, and I hope you'll be back too. Until then remember, I love ya large! xo gneebee