#Merle x Reader

[sinsandsweetness]

I WAS THE ANON THAT REQUESTED THE MERLE AND DARYLE THREESOME AND OHHH BABY U WROTE THE SHIT OUT OF IT!

What do u think about Daryl having a thing for Merle’s girl. And maybe they’re all having some drinks and stuff and Daryl starts staring at them while they make out infront of him, until one of them offers for him to join

The firelight makes your skin glow. Amber sparks threaten to catch on your faded denim jeans.

It’s dark. The middle of the night. But thanks to the unusually late campfire, Daryl can still see you. Sitting there on Merle’s lap, arm around his shoulder. Puffing away on a cigarette that you definitely didn’t light.

You keep laughing. The cutest giggles he’s ever heard leave your pretty lips. Whispering into his ear from across the bright flame. The fire crackles are too loud and Daryl suddenly wishes he had taken the lawn chair next to you. He wishes he could hear the sultry sound of your voice, hushed little secrets being breathed right into his brothers ears.

It should be him underneath you. Holding your warm body over his lap like a heated blanket.

That’s what he thinks anyway. He longs for you every night before bed. It’s the same routine. Wallow in self pity. Touch himself to the thought of you. Try not to moan your name as he finishes. Sleep. Repeat.

A particularly cute giggle escapes you and catches Daryl’s attention. Merle has his cigarette sitting between his fingers. Hand holding your thigh, pulling you in even closer. He looks over at Daryl. Smirks a little before leaning in and blowing some smoke in your mouth. The gap between you closes and he watches you kiss his brother. Hand going to his jaw. When you pull away after the painful few seconds that Daryl tried to pry his gaze away, you look at him. You smile.

Daryl darts his eyes away as quick as he can. But he knows you saw him. Staring. Watching. Longing. You saw it. And while he pretends to pay a strange amount of attention to the frayed edge of his laces, he can’t help it that he tries even harder to make out the amused murmurs from across the fire.

[fanficsforfun]

Seventh heaven

Paring: Merle Dixon x female reader

Era: Prison

Word count: 1,2k

Warnings: hard language, sexual content (kissing, grinding, handjob, blowjob), some praising

Summary: Merle has a bad day and you decide to cheer him up

Author's note: this is (again) basically smut without plot

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It was evening and Merle was sitting all alone in his cell. The lack of drugs, booze and sex bugged him a great deal. And of course there was none of the above available in the whole fucking prison. He couldn't even jerk off, he was so worked up that there was no room for any other feelings.

You had noticed Merle's bad mood earlier in the day. He had been more impatient than usual, almost getting physical with Rick over virtually nothing and not even bothering to flirt with anyone which was… unusual to say the least. You actually liked the man and felt terrible for him, so you decided to try to cheer him up. You changed into a tank top and shorts (the most revealing clothes you owned) and headed towards Merle's cell.

You swept the fabric covering the doorway aside and peered inside.

"Hi, Merle", you greeted with a tiny smile.

"What do ya want", he grunted, barely looking at you.

"I just thought I'd stop by to see how you’re doing", you said without letting his cold attitude bother you. You had expected it.

"Like crap. And now ya know it, so ya might as well fuck off."

You ignored his comment, sneaked in and climbed into Merle's lap. The man's expression changed from sulky to surprised.

"I don't think I will", you smiled gently and stroked his cheek. 

"Where did this come from?" Merle asked but grabbed you by the hips anyway. He certainly wouldn't have shooed a beautiful girl off his lap, no matter how pissed he was.

"You've obviously had a bad day and I was hoping to cheer you up", you purred, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "I think you really need it."

“Ain’t gonna argue with ya on that. So, what ya had in mind?” He sounded a bit interested now.

“You’ll see.”

With that, you began to slowly rock your hips against him and grinned as he sighed and gripped you tighter.

"Fuck", he let out as you bit your lip seductively with twinkling eyes. 

Merle was getting hard real fast, and you felt it. His cock pressed against his pants and your movements made him even harder. He started talking dirty in his usual way, and you couldn't help the heat rising to your cheeks as you got turned on too. Merle really had his way with words, and you totally loved it.

“Yeah, that’s it, good girl”, he murmured, massaging your ass with his good hand.

You grinned involuntarily, and though you could have listened to him all day, you soon moved away from Merle's lap.

"Hey", he started to protest before realizing you were reaching down to undo the belt of his pants.

“You thought I’m just gonna leave you like this”, you giggled while working with the belt and after it was open, moved to the button.

“Well… Kinda”, he admitted.

“Oh, come on! I’m not that cruel.”

“Fine, I’m sorry.”

You giggled again, and pushed down his pants, which he fortunately helped you with. When his cock was freed, all you did for a moment was to stare at it. It was... beautiful. Perfectly shaped and sized, its head already reddish from arousal. You smirked, settled down next to him with your leg over one of his thighs and kissed his neck while teasingly sliding your fingers along his length. Merle moaned as your fingers reached the tip and gently swirled your palm over it.

“Oh fuck”, he grunted, grabbing your waist just to hold on to something.

You ran your fingers up and down his length a few more times before gently squeezing his balls and then moving on to caress his inner thighs and lower belly, pushing his shirt up. For a moment he just enjoyed it but soon he became restless. He wanted more than you were giving him.

"Please", Merle groaned when you just brushed his cock as you moved your hand from his torso back to his thighs.

"You have to be patient", you smirked.

“Fuck, please”, he repeated, precum already leaking off the tip of his cock. He had been touch-starved for way too long and your gentle cuddles were honestly enough to make him almost painfully hard. “Be good to ol’ Merle now…”

You smirked again, and finally wrapped your fingers around his length, starting to stroke it slowly.

“Ahh, yeah…”, Merle grunted, letting his eyes fall shut. “Yer doing so good…”

His praises flushed over you as a warm wave of pleasure, and you replied by kissing his neck again. A bit silly, maybe, but you didn’t seem to be able to keep your lips away from his warm skin.

And when you swirled your palm over the tip of his cock, Merle bucked his hips into your hand and gasped. And he couldn’t stop even when you switched back to just stroking his cock. Your pussy clenched at the sight. You were horny as hell too, and he was so cute like this, all blushed and breathless. And you kept jerking him off, sometimes leaving his cock alone for a while and moving down to play with his balls. Even though Merle was normally acting tough, he had totally surrendered to you, downright craving your touch. And you gave him everything you got.

“You’re so cute, you know”, you cooed. “Good enough to eat, in fact.”

Merle gasped at your words, his eyes flying open as you got up and dropped on the floor to your knees. He quickly moved to the edge of the bed and sighed when your lips closed around the tip of his cock.

“Yer way too good for me”, he groaned as your tongue swirled around the tip.

“Shh, just enjoy”, you stated and then took him back into your mouth. 

You massaged his balls or caressed his belly and sides while you sucked him off, and it didn't take long before he was a breathless mess in your hands. Sometimes you pressed kisses to his pelvic area, making him moan every time. He was probably so loud that others could hear you, but neither of you cared.

"I'm close", he soon whined.

You let his cock out of your mouth and switched back to your hands. 

“Yeah? Then come for me”, you urged. “Just let it happen…”

Merle's hips bucked and he tensed, his head fell back and a deep groan escaped his throat. His cock twitched in your hands as he finally climaxed, his cum landing on your hands and his belly. He collapsed on his bed, eyes closed and gasping for air. You climbed back into the bed next to him and pulled him into a kiss that he was barely able to answer.

“You feel any better now?” You asked, and he could tell from your tone that you were smiling. He was so tired though that he only nodded, not even opening his eyes. 

“That’s good.” Your voice was soft and he almost shivered at the sound of it.

You continued to caress him until his breathing had evened out. 

“That was so hot”, you whispered, the smile appearing on his lips being enough to convince you that you had gotten Merle into a whole lot better mood.

[sassy-imagines]

Imagine:

Impressing Merle with your knowledge of cars and motorcycles

[brienneseveruscalawayfanfiction]

Getting Married

Never in his wildest dreams did Merle think that he would be getting married, let alone during the apocalypse and let alone to the most beautiful woman Y/N. You had lost all your blood relatives at the start of all this so you had a new family with Merle, and Daryl and Carol and everyone, which is why it was so great to have Daryl give you away to his big brother. Daryl than takes his place beside his brother while you take yours next to your best friend Carol, you look to her and she with tears in her eyes adjusts your veil and train, you than turn to your soon to be husband Merle. From the moment he saw you coming down the aisle he was speechless, breathless and hopelessly and desperately in love with you, you wild woman you. As you both bared your souls to not only one another but to the rest of your family there, you exchanged vows and than had your first kiss as husband and wife. Merle tore off the damn veil and than dipped you and kissed you long, hard and deep, the kind of kiss to leave one breathless. You shared some cake with hubby and guests and than after a dance or two, you head back to your home to start your new lives together as man and wife. Merle knew he would die for Y/N, do anything for her scour the ends of the earth to find her if she ever got away and to keep her safe and loved always. Y/N still couldn’t believe that she was now Mrs. Dixon, just like her best friend Carol. You guys end the night drunk and in each other’s arms.

[pastelbatfandoms]

The Beginning of The End

Part 2- The Marine

Present Day

I was snapped out of My trip down memory lane when the closet doors flung open and there stood My Rugged Old Man,Blood stuck to him that I hoped was The Undead’s as disgusting as that sounded. Despite that he stood there,chest heaving,but proud and honestly sexier than ever with that ShotGun in his hands. 

Now was definitely not the time to be fantasizing or acting on it when there was a Zombie Hoard outside our Door. As I stared up at him,I could tell by the Lavious grin he gave me that Merle was thinking the same thing. 

With one motion Merle grabbed me up,I stared at him for a moment before locking my lips with his in a deep slow kiss. Merle broke apart first with a low groan. “Later Sweetness. We got shit to kill.” 

“Aw such a sweet talker.” i quipped in a low tone. But pulled apart from him and held up my knife. “I’m ready.” 

“I think you’ll need a spare. I’ve been saving this but now is definitely a good time.” Merle remarked as he a pulled out a shiny new knife from his shirt pocket. 

I took it as he handed it to me,in awe. It was a beautiful oil slick color. “I love it.” I said happily as I kissed his cheek. 

Merle smiled down at me. “I know how you like pretty thangs,despite being with me.” 

I looked up at him with a grin. “You know you’re the only dirty thang I need.” I flirted putting a hand on his chest,as he gave me a devilish look. 

We broke apart when Daryl appeared at the door. “You guys can be dirty later we have a problem.”

Before we could ask Daryl what he meant,Zombies or Walkers as Merle called them,began to converge not only onto our land but the house as well. 

“Well fuck me.” Merle muttered under his breath.

“Later babe.” I replied as he grabbed My hand and we stepped out into the hallway. 

I flipped the blade loving how the new one swung out easily,but threw the other one into a Walkers skull. 

“How are you getting that back?” Merle questioned,already knowing the answer when I smirked back at him and ran into the throng. 

Merle sighed but nodded. “Welp guess we’re going in.” 

“Christ She’s crazier then you.” Daryl muttered to Merle. 

Merle just grinned,staring at me as I wrenched My knife free of The Walker’s head and proceeded to stab another one with My new one. “Yeah but she’s My kind of crazy.”

Daryl just shook his head and let out a short chuckle. As they got out there own knives and followed me, every once in a while stabbing Walkers with arrows or smashing them with the butt of a rifle. 

“Speaking of,where’s yours?” Merle asked 

“My Crazy is at the safe house.” Daryl replied crushing a Walker with his boot. 

Merle seemed to know what he meant but I didn’t as I turned to them in confusion. “Safe house? what safe house?”

“He means Bunker, Sugar Lips.” Merle answered.

“You have a bunker? And Carol’s there? Why am I not surprised.” I retorted as we finally made our way out the back.

“Yeah. And I think we should get going.” Daryl commented as we backed away from the growing hoard.

Even Merle and I weren’t stupid or Cocky enough to think we could took them all on. 

But as we ran to follow Daryl,I tripped over a hole in the ground,I cursed that I had worn heels that day as a walker slowly descended on me. I raised My knives but another Walker I hadn’t seen grabbed my hands,I screamed as it’s gnarly teeth were inches from My face. I tried to kick the other one but to know avail. 

“Suze!” I heard Merle cry out,then The Zombie above me stopped moving as an Arrow stuck out of it’s head and the other one fell to the side,letting go of me a knife stuck into its skull.

As Both Merle and Daryl looked down at me. Merle picked me up and let out a chuckle when I told him, “This is what I get for dressing up for you.” 

“Still better then our first date.” Merle grinned at me,carrying me in his arms as I put My own around his neck.

“My Heroes.” I commented giving Merle a light kiss.

Daryl just let out a small smile,as he shrugged his crossbow over one shoulder. “C’mon,let’s git.” He told us walking on ahead,as Merle still carrying me followed,to where Daryl had two Motorcycles waiting in the bushes.  

2 years earlier...

“He’s Different now.” Daryl told me when I showed up at his house,after hearing Merle had come back after getting dishonorably discharged from The Marines. 

“How is he? What happened?” I asked a bit more frantically then intended,walking into the house past Daryl. 

“Why don’t you ask him?” Daryl replied geasturing to the living room where Merle lay on the couch,a Beer in his hand,staring at the TV but not actually watching it,he looked far away,depressed. 

I also noticed he was still in his military fatigues. I approached him a bit more cautiously then I normally would,wondering how different he really was. 

Merle didn’t look up when I sat down but he did sit up,planting his feet on the floor and resting his elbows on his knees. 

Guessing we needed some space,Daryl looked at us and said as he made his way out the front door. “I’m going to meet Carol at The Bar,I’ll be back.”

“That Biker Bar?” I asked,looking over at him “Have fun.” I winked.

Carol Lynn was 18 now,Daryl 20. They had been going strong for at least 3 years now. Good for them,at least someone was. 

Daryl gave a small smile. ‘We will.” and with that he grabbed his Motorcycle Keys and headed out. 

Merle didn’t reply,still staring off into space. He finally spoke up when I asked. “Merle are you ok? What happened with The Marines?”

“They kicked me out. Because I punched The General.” Merle told me,trying to act like it was no big deal.

“You punched A General?!” I said shocked even though I shouldn’t have been.

“Damn near knocked his teeth out.” Merle answered,sounding almost proud of himself.

“Why?” 

Merle finally looked at me then. “The guy was a prick. Besides I wanted out,you don’t know what’s it’s like,what I’ve seen...” He trailed off no longer wanting to discuss it further.

“I can imagine.” I put my hand on his arm,expecting Merle to pull away but he didn’t. “As long as you’re okay now.” 

Merle gave a nod and smiled,though it didn’t reach his eyes. “I’ll manage. The one thing that got me through it all was my brother and you...I missed ya.” 

That was the closest he had ever gotten to saying he liked me. Surprised I didn’t know what to say so I tried to change the subject. 

“You grew a beard.And Shaved your head.” I remarked.

“Had to. it’ll grow back.” Merle stared at me as I went to touch the hairs on his chin,then suddenly stood up. “Anyway it’s no big deal. Listen I got stuff to do so-” Merle turned away hands on his hips. 

I stood up as well,not going to let him make another excuse not now,when he was seemingly sober,even if he had more demons then ever now. “Don’t do that.” 

Merle turned slowly back around to face me. “Do what huh?”

Merle looked down at me,a hard look in his eyes,but I wasn’t going to let him intimidate me. 

I looked up at him,serious. “You know what. Like you don’t have feelings for me,hell Daryl told me Merle!” 

Merle looked away then a glimmer of the old him returning as he let out a scoff and shook his head. “My little Brother don’t know when to keep his damn mouth shut. Listen Sugar he’s wrong,I missed yer company is all.”

I stared up at him,chin raised,he wasn’t the only one who could be stubborn. “Ok. Then prove it.”

Merle looked me right in the eyes then,jaw set. “I don’t....” Then he trailed off unable to finish as his voice seemed to almost break. “I can’t.”

Now I was starting to get angry. This was ridiculous. “It’s been 3 years since we’ve done this Dance Merle,and I’m getting sick of it. I’m 20 years old now for Gods sake!” I shouted.

“See that,that’s why! “ Merle shouted back,at my confused look he said,”The whole God thang. Your Pops would have My head,don’t matter how old you are,I’m still older!”

“So this is about My Family,Hershal?! Merle I may still live with them but they don’t make decisions for me anymore.They don’t decide who I can be with,I do. And I still want it to be you.” I go to touch his face but Merle pulls away,eyes closed. 

“We Can’t,Sue,I’m not the same person. Even if I was,what makes you think I’d be serious about you? I’m not that type.You should know better then that,if not then you’re a fool.” 

Merle saw the hurt in my eyes at his words but he only said. “You should go.” 

“Merle I-” I tried to reach for him again but he stopped me,turning away and shouted. “Now Dammit!”

“Fine.” I start to walk out but before I do,I turn one last time and say, “You might think your just like your old man,Merle. But you are better than that,you can be,i hope one day you see it.” At that I walk out the door,leaving Merle Dixon alone with his Demons. 

A/N: Trust me this is not the end between them,they'll figure it out! Gotta get to The Zombie Apocalypse together somehow,after Merle stops being so stubborn!

Michael Rooker Gifs are From The Driving Dead Ad on YouTube.

Tagging @spockprimeftw​ since they liked part 1!

[negansgirl-xoxo]

Closed out day one with Michael Rooker💖

[ingloriousblasters]

Yours and Mine (Merle x Female Reader)

I’m not really sure if this played out as well as in my brain, but oh well. Here’s some Merle angst and fluff for your evening. 

Warnings: brief smut, fluff and angst. 

The beam of morning sunlight snuck through the bars of the cell and you turned on your side in reaction to the bright light. Reaching your hand out for the warm body that was usually next to you, your fingers found nothing but the old scratchy sheets of the bed. Peaking an eye open you glanced around the cell, noticing the pile of dirty clothes Merle conveniently left in the middle of the room when the basket was in the corner. The ornery man nowhere to be found.

Since the fall of Woodbury a few weeks ago, it was taking some time for things to return back to normal at the prison. With the threat of the Governor gone, it was weird to suddenly live in peace for the foreseeable future. The few residents left of the town joined Rick's group and many of you were teaching them the ropes around the guarded building. Even though you and Merle were still relatively new as well, Merle’s history to the group and your relationship to him made you two approachable to Woodbury’s leftovers.

Finally getting out of bed to start your day, you slipped into your usual dark jeans and fitted v-neck. Gathering Merle’s clothes, you placed them in the basket with your own. You had a few things on your schedule today and couldn’t remember when his next run was and he’d need fresh clothes. Merle had a tendency to go through his whole wardrobe without leaving any spares while everything was being cleaned. Collecting the basket you left the cell, on the lookout for anyone who might have seen Merle this morning so you could talk to him on your way out to the stream near the prison. You passed through the dining hall when Carol came out of the kitchen area with a can of fruit and an opener.

“Hey, have you seen Merle lately?” you asked, moving the basket of clothes to rest on your hip.

She shook her head as she fixed the opener to the metal can and began twisting the handle. “He was down by the fences this morning showing some of the new ones how to ‘properly kill’ the walkers,” she said emphasizing her last words. The lid of the can popped open and the semi fresh scent of peaches filled the air. You gave a forced smile at her words, but there was a slight falter in your heart  “Might still be there.” she said. Nodding your head, you thanked Carol, accepted the slice of peach she handed you, and continued your search for the man.

Even though you and Merle had been seeing each other for a couple of months now, the relationship was still new and you still had your doubts. All you ever overheard about him was his past. When you first arrived at Woodbury, you heard the whispers about how he’d hit on anything with two legs and how he had slept with more than a handful of the town’s female population. Then at the prison, it was the quiet talk of how he treated the group and tried to sleep with Andrea. Over time, you rationalized with yourself that all that was in the past, but it was still hard to ignore. Merle had a personality and on more than one occasion you had seen him showing off at the fences to the newcomers that were put on duty. A particularly perky red head was on your radar as she seemed to reciprocate Merle’s flirting. The man could be charming when he wanted to, it’s how you fell for him, with that stupid grin and the bluest eyes you’d ever seen. And that’s what you had to keep reminding yourself; Merle was with you. At the end of the day, he came back to you in your shared cell.

The heavy door screeched open as you glanced outside towards the fields. The humidity hit you immediately as you looked over the barren fields. Cupping a hand over your eyes from the sun, you saw a few people standing out on watch. Looking up, you saw Glenn and Maggie in the guard tower, but no sign of Merle. Thinking to yourself if he was on fence duty this morning, he might be over in the armory cleaning off and returning the weaponry. Letting out a sigh, you released the metal door and returned inside the concrete walls. By this time, the laundry basket was just an annoyance and you hoped your Merle scavenger hunt would be over soon. As you neared the open door to the armory, you heard the unmistakable raspy voice.

“Hey Merle,” you called out. Turning the corner, your heart froze at what you saw. Merle stood with his hand on the shoulder of the red headed woman, their lips parting at your entrance. A wave of lightheadedness came over you and the basket of clothes you were holding fell to the ground with a thud. Merle’s head turned at the noise.

“Shit,” he muttered when his eyes connected with yours. Feeling tears prick at your eyes you exited from the doorway, wanting to leave the scene as quickly as possible. Merle pushed aside the red head and called after you. Each call of his voice sent more sharp pains to your chest, like he was stabbing you in the heart with his own knife. As you passed a stack of boxes down the dimly lit hall, the voices you tried so hard to ignore surfaced. You knew something like this would happen. How could it not? Merle was Merle, and yet somehow you let him wiggle his way into your heart, which was crumbling with each step you took. Halfway down the hall, you felt his hand grab your forearm.

“(Y/n)! Will ya stop?” he barked, spinning you around to face him.

“Why?!” you responded. Ripping your arm from his grip you quickly brushed the tears that had leaked from your eyes.

“It’s not what ya think. I can explain!”

“Let me guess,” you crossed your arms. “She tripped, right?”

“What? No!” he said, taken aback by your response. You rolled your eyes at him which caused a low growl to escape under his breath. Both of you were running high off your emotions, and before he could get another word in, your mouth spat out the thoughts that had been attacking your head.

“Well bravo, Dixon,” the hurt sarcasm dripping from your words. “You really had me fooled. Thought you might have actually care about me, but I should’ve known better.” You turned to leave again as you couldn’t hold in the tears anymore.

Merle let out another growl. “Damnit, (y/n)! It ain’t like that!” He punched the stack of cardboard boxes you had passed. His strides quickly drew nearer to you and you turned on your heels, causing him to stop in his tracks. Sticking out your finger, you pointed accusingly at him.

“Don’t follow me, Dixon!”

You glared at him one more time and made your way back towards the front of the prison in silence. The only footsteps heard in the hallway your own.

Later that evening when you knew Merle was on watch, you gathered some of your things and went to bunk with Carol. She understood your relationship with Merle, never judged you for it. Being close to Daryl, she understood their background like you, and said you could stay as long as you needed to.

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It had been a week since your fight and Merle kept his distance, but your days were filled with those piercing blue eyes on you. You felt them from the guard tower when you were out in the fields, on your returns from runs, and in the dining hall. Whenever you caught him watching you, Merle’s eyes never budged. Sometimes he would move towards you, but you’d find a way to excuse or involve yourself in something else to get away. Truthfully, you missed him but we’re just as stubborn, and you were still angry at him.

After coming back from a run that lasted most of the day, you were covered in sweat and grime. When you went to bunk with Carol, you had forgotten your coveted strawberry scented body wash in your cell. It was your favorite brand so you only used it sparingly and whenever Merle asked. He was like a moth to a flame whenever you did, almost smothering you in bed inhaling your sweet scent to rid himself of the rotting stench that now covered the earth.

You never went back for it in case you ran into Merle, but with the way your day had gone, nothing sounded better than lathering up in the soothing soap and crashing into bed. Taking a chance, you gathered a new set of clothes and towel before walking to Merle’s cell. Pulling the plastic tarp away from the door, you hurried inside. Bending down, you reached underneath the bottom bunk and pulled out the pink and gold plastic bottle. When you got back to your knees the swish of the tarp moving made your heart race. Merle whispered your name and slowly you got up and turned around. He opened his mouth to speak again, but you gathered your things and bolted out of the cell.

You heard the heavy footsteps follow you to the shower station and hoping he’d get the hint, you entered the door and slammed it closed. There were four stalls in the prison showers, all divided by half tiled walls that only came up just past your waist. The generator in the area still had enough juice to heat the water, and everyone in the prison rationed the amount of time everyone could use the source. Picking the second stall from the right, you stripped of your sweaty clothes, set the towel and fresh clothing on the top of the dividing wall, and started the shower. The semi warm water hit your shoulders, running down your back and your muscles began to relax. Taking the bottle of body wash, you squeezed some into your hands and began to massage the liquid into your skin.

Consumed in the healing water, you failed to notice the slight click of the door opening. It was only when you turned around and saw him standing at the end of your stall did you let out a shriek.

“Merle!” you yelled, cursing yourself for being so stupid and forgetting to lock the door. You walked as fast as you could on the slippery floor to your things, but Merle grabbed them before you even had a chance. He placed the towel under his arm and when you went to try and swipe the clothes from his hands he backed away. You watched in utter disbelief as he sprinted towards the door and threw your clothes into the hall. Merle twisted the lock on the knob and sauntered back over to your stall.

“What the hell are you-” you started to yell.

“No, damn it!” Merle cut you off. “Ya been avoiding me all week and now ya finally got nowhere ta go.” After a moment of intense silence, you surrendered to him by turning around and finishing your shower. Merle leaned against the dividing wall, setting the towel back down and crossing his arms over the top of it.

“I never wanted what happened at the armory to happen,” he started, his voice as calm as you had ever heard it. “She...she kissed me and I tried pushing her away when you came in.” As Merle talked, you stayed underneath the flow of water from the shower head, trying your best to mask the tears on your face.

“Damnit (y/n), I got the whole goddamn bunk ta myself and I haven’t had one lick of sleep cause I can’t stop thinking about ya.” You didn’t respond and continued rinsing your hair.

“Ok, I get it,” Merle stated when you didn’t acknowledge him. His voice was quiet with resignation, and you heard the clink of his metal attachment on the tile as he went to leave.

“Wait,” you called out for him, shutting the shower head off. “I’m sorry too.”

Merle cocked his head to the side as he walked back towards you. “Why?” he asked confused.

Biting your lip, you closed your eyes and let out a sigh. Merle had been honest with you and now it was your turn.

“Because I let my emotions and insecurities get the better of me,” you finally admitted, opening your eyes. “I was scared I wasn’t enough for you. That you’d start to get restless and it…” you paused trying to control the cracking in your voice. “It scared me because I really, really like you.”  

Merle nodded at your words and glanced down at the floor deep in thought. “I, uh, guess if we want this thing ta work between us we probably shouldn’t go a week without talking about stuff, huh?”

“Guess so,” you shrugged your shoulders.

Merle leaned over to grab the towel he had been hoarding, placing part of it under the crook of his bad arm and holding the opposite corner in his hand. The gray fabric covered the front of his body and he motioned his head for you to come forward. Slowly, you crossed the distance between the two of you, turning when you got to Merle so he could wrap the towel around you. You gathered the ends, tucking the corner inside and circled back around to look at Merle. His eyes softened, finally being able to be near you again. He leaned forward but you turned your face at the last moment, your cheek catching the scratchy kiss meant for your lips.

“Merle,” you whispered warningly. He let out a frustrated sigh, leaning his forehead against your temple.

“Come on, sugar,” he pleaded against your ear. His voice sending a warm tingle throughout your body. “What else do ya want from me? Hmm? Tell me.” He started to place soft pecks on your cheek, which you allowed. You wanted him badly, but couldn’t bring yourself to it, not until you admitted what was really bothering you.

“Am I yours?” you asked.

“Mhmm,” Merle agreed as his hand snaked down to your bottom, underneath the towel, and started to massage and knead the soft flesh.

“Are you mine?” you whispered.

Merle moved his head to look you in the eyes. “Of course.” He leaned in again to try and kiss you but you caught his chin with your hand.

“I mean it, Merle. If I am, I need you to really show it. I don’t want another woman thinking she can make a move on you because you tell her she’s a good fence watcher.”

“Sugar, nothing like that is ever gonna happen again. I swear on my baby brother’s life,” he promised you, his eyes never breaking from yours. You nodded your head, deciding at that moment to move on. If your relationship was to keep going, you both had to move forward. Merle’s tongue peaked out and ran over his lips as he waited for you to make the next move or not. You gently tugged his face closer, your hand still very much attached to his chin and kissed him. It started slow, gentle as you both hadn’t connected in a week, but soon turned deeper when you parted your lips allowing Merle access.

“Mine,” you whispered as you finished the kiss, sucking on his lower lip. Merle’s mouth twitched in a smile.

“Yes Ma’am,” he grinned back, placing a kiss to your palm. Your hand slid from his face, tracing a line down his body from his strong chest, to his sturdy abs, and stopping just above the button of his pants. Merle’s chest was rising and falling as quickly as your own and you waited one more beat before slowly sliding your hand down and palming his bulge. Squeezing softly, Merle let out a groan and his grip on your side tightened.

“Mine,” you repeated.

“Yours,” he moaned as you continued teasing him through the fabric of his pants. Merle captured your lips with his again and backed you into the corner of the shower. His hand sneaked up your side and unhooked the corner of the towel wrapped around you. It fell to shower floor with a soft puff and you wrapped your arms around Merle’s neck, tugging softly on his hair. His attachment settled around your lower back and you gasped when the cold metal hit your skin.

In a few seconds you had his cargo pants undone and pulled down just enough for him to spring free. He lifted you off of your feet and braced you against the corner of the shower, where the back wall and dividing wall met. Your legs clung to his sturdy frame and Merle slid into your wet core with ease. Moaning at your connection, you braced an arm on the ledge of the dividing wall while your head fell back. Merle wasted no time setting a fast pace, both of you frantic for each other after no contact for the last few days. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, nipping and sucking all along the area.

“Oh god Merle,” you moaned. The familiar warmth starting to spread over your body.

“That’s it, sugar,” he whispered as he felt you getting closer to your release. Merle started to pump faster as he knew both you wouldn’t last much longer. Your voices echoed off the tiled walls and with one last thrust, you came shuddering around Merle’s length.

Merle dropped you to your feet as he pulled out, coming on your stomach. He braced you up against the wall as your legs still trembled from your orgasm. You two stayed like that for a few minutes, collecting yourselves and catching your breath. Merle inhaled your scent and moaned.

“God ya smell good. Ya use that strawberry stuff?” he asked. You giggled at his statement and nodded your head.

“Yeah, but now I’m all dirty again,” you smiled. Merle placed a kiss on your lips and proceeded to rid himself of his clothes and attachment. The two of you showered together, taking turns using the scented body wash to clean each other with.

Forgetting that Merle threw your clothes out, and your towel on the shower floor was sopping wet, Merle slipped back into his pants while he let you throw on his button up shirt. You left the showers and collected your clothing that was spread along the hallway. Returning back to the cell you two shared, Merle spent the rest of the evening continuing to show you just how much he was yours.

[sinsandsweetness]

Hi again 🤭

💿 What do you think about this

The reader stays with Merle on the roof and convinces him not to cut his hand since he knows they will return for them, So distract Merle with some sex.

💕thank u💕

hehe this is so creative I love it <3

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“Merle, you need to calm down,” you try reasoning with the man despite his thrashing and pulling at the metal that’s clearly been doing a number on his arm. Bloody and bruised already from his sheer panic and aggression.

“Calm down? Woman, I’m handcuffed to a fuckin’ roof! And you want me to be calm? When I see that asshole of a cop again I’m gonna-” he keeps blabbering on, but his vivid descriptions of skinning the officer alive and setting him on fire have at least succeeded in getting him to slump back against the metal and stop pulling on his wrist. You wouldn’t call him relaxed. Not in the slightest. But you do need him to calm the hell down. He’s convinced he needs to chop his arm off and you want to do everything you can to avoid that kind of shit show. You’re not a doctor. You don’t even know first aid. And even if you did, an amputation in the current worlds situation is… well… less than ideal.

While he goes on about the group from the quarry, spitting absurd insults and threats towards every single individual, you take the opportunity to straddle his lap. Climbing over him and trapping his denim clad thighs between your own.

“What are y-” your weight on his groin serves as a distraction from his vulgar ranting and has him breathing heavy within a second.

“Just- you need to relax. Let me look at your wrist ok?” You reach for him and he tugs at it, preventing you from getting a good look at the damage.

“What is wrong with you? I’m trying to help.”

“Well you’re doing a shit job.” He sneers.

“Oh really?” Your thighs tighten around his hips. Subtly grinding into the growing tent underneath you. “Why don’t you shut the hell up, quit fucking moving and let me assess the damage. I’m sick of you being a little bitch. Always jumping to the worst case scenario.” You mutter the last part under your breath, rolling your eyes in defeat.

You really are trying your best here. You already managed to reroute the dead things crawling their way up the stairs. It wasn’t like you two were in immediate danger. Not yet anyway. Besides the danger of dehydration, but you have a few hours before that would become a real issue. For now, with the sun setting and the air around you starting to cool right down, there was very little to be freaking out about. Best to use your energy on thinking up an actual plan, not just chopping off a hand that you’d never be able to stop bleeding without a trained professional.

“This is the worst case scenario, baby. We’re gonna die up here.”

“Don’t say that.”

His jaw clenches but his frustration doesn’t stop his free hand from inching closer to your hips, resting on them. Not yet pulling you closer but definitely not pushing you away. Finally you have him somewhat calmed down. At least as calm as you figure the older Dixon could even get in a predicament like this.

“Look, we’ll figure out. I’ll find something to cut through the chain. And we’ll go back to camp, find Daryl and get the hell out of there, okay?” Your voice is soft as you try and keep your boyfriend as calm as you can.

He nods. Closing his eyes for a moment with a sigh. He wants to believe you. That everything will be okay. He really does. But he’s still fucking fuming at the dickwad that chose to chain him to the roof in the first place.

“We’re gonna be fine.” You whisper, leaning in and pressing a kiss to his lips. Now that he’s finally done throwing his little temper tantrum, you want to do whatever you can to keep it this way. Calm, cool and collected.

His chest is moving underneath your fingertips. The slow rhythmic inhale and exhale of his ribs pulls you in.

“Need you to stay calm, baby. Just… just relax,” you breathe out, nose touching his own. It’s probably not the time for this. You recognize that. Making a move on him when you should be making your way down the stairs and looking for something to get him off of this stupid roof. But the warmth of your body and the hands snaking to the back of his neck seem to be pulling his attention even further away from the metal cuffs locked around his wrist. And to you, in this moment, that’s all that matters. A sweet escape from the chaos of the day.

The hand on your hip moves up your back, calloused fingers pulling you in while he tips his head up and catches your lips. Teeth unintentionally clinking together in a messy make-out. Your own hands starting to roam and pull at the stretched out tank top sticking to his torso from the day in the Georgian heat. Snaking lower, past his vest and towards the faded denim underneath you. Maintaining the messy clash of lips and tongues while you fumble with his button and his fly, him bucking his hips up to help the process. Getting his jeans shoved down his thighs. You lift off his lap for a moment, sternum now level with his mouth where he nips at the skin, pulling your shirt up past your chest with his free hand. You unbutton your own jeans, shimmying them down your thighs and tossing them to the side before taking your position once more. Closer now. Pressed up against his chest, with his arm wrapping around your waist and pulling you in.

Before you know it, your panties are pushed to the side and he’s filling you right up. Grinding down on him at the same time that he bucks his hips. Fucking you as best as the position on the concrete will let him. Your hands stay grabbing at every muscle and curve of his arms and shoulders. Rocking back and forth on his cock until you’re both a sweaty, panting mess of moans and cuss words.

With your forehead resting on his shoulder, you try to catch your breath. Relishing in the warmth of his body underneath you and the relaxing wave of relief that your orgasms pulled from you both.

The clatter of metal on metal echoes in the air and you feel him tug on his arm. Remembering the fact that he’s cuffed to a roof floods back to him and you feel an irritated sigh come from the man beneath you.

“Feel any better?” you kiss the spot where his neck meets his shoulder.

“Still chained to a damn roof, baby.”

You scowl down at him as you move to adjust your panties. Grabbing your jeans off the floor and slipping them on.

“… but yeah. A little.” He admits. You beam at him. Happy that your little distraction actually helped in lowering his heart rate. Looking up at you all mellowed out against the metal as he tucks himself back into his jeans.

You take a deep breath. Mentally preparing yourself to go face the dangers in the store below you, “Alright, I’ll be right back, ok? I’m gonna go look for some tools.” You start making your way towards the staircase before pausing and calling back at him.

“Merle, please don’t do anything stupid. Let’s just try and get you out of here in one piece.”

[michaelrookered]

Well I’m veeery late (life took over), but here’s my Merle x Reader fic for @rookermas! I wrote this for the wonderful @multi-villain-imagines. I hope you like it, Tess! And I’m so sorry about the wait!   

(And in case you’re confused about who the hell this is, my main blog is @babelincolns)

    Merle drummed his fingers against the steering wheel, deep in thought. He had no idea what to get you for Christmas. He wasn’t usually the type to give gifts, but you were his girl. You were special and he wanted to get you something that would make you smile. Though he couldn't always afford it, he loved showering you with gifts. But what to get you? Books? Maybe. You definitely loved to read, but he got you a stack of books a couple weeks ago. Jewelry? Nah, you’d never been one to wear a lot of jewelry.

    Lost in his thoughts, Merle almost missed the dull grey brick building as he drove by in his truck. But as he passed the building, the perfect idea popped into his head. With a screech of the tires, he spun the truck back around towards the grey building.

   A couple hours later, the door swung open as Merle entered his trailer.

   "Y/N? Baby?" he called out as he closed the door and set his keys down on the counter. Although you had a nice apartment on the other side of town, you spent most of your time in his trailer. Merle glanced down at his watch. 5:30 p.m. That meant you were no doubt taking a nap somewhere. You weren't resting on the couch or the old armchair in the living room, so Merle made his way to the bedroom. He opened the door slowly, careful not to make too much noise. A small grin spread on his face when he saw you curled up in his bed, the blankets covering all but your head. Merle moved over to the bed, picked up your gift, and placed it on the bed next to you.

   Your eyelids fluttered as you began to drift out of sleep. A quiet voice saying your name had brought you out of your slumber and you smiled at the sound of your boyfriend. Before you opened your eyes, a giant, wet tongue licked your cheek. Your eyes flew open and you squealed at the sight in front of you.

   "Oh my God! A puppy!" you exclaimed as you sat up, the covers of Merle’s bed falling off you. A grey pit bull stood on the bed next to you with his tail wagging furiously.

   "Merry Christmas, baby," Merle said as the dog continued to lick your face as you hugged it to your chest.

   "I can't believe you got me a puppy!” you smiled and pressed a quick kiss to Merle’s lips. “Girl or boy? I need to name it!"

   Merle laughed and sat down on the bed next to you, reaching out to pat the dog on the head. "Girl, he ain't no puppy. He's 'bout two years old."

   "Tell me all about him. You adopted him, right?" You questioned as the dog nestled even closer to you, grateful for the affection.

   Merle nodded. "Yeah, I know you don't like any of them puppy mills or breeders. He's a rescue. Supposed to be put down today."

   You hugged the dog tighter. "Oh, poor baby."

   "He's been at the shelter for a few months now. Somebody dumped him on the side of the road. Lucky he wasn't hit by a car."

   The dog looked up at you, love already present in his bright blue eyes.

   You smiled. "I thought of a name for him."

   "Oh, really? What?"

   "Blue."

   Merle huffed out a laugh. "Creative."

   "Shut up!" you said with a grin and playfully shoved him. "You both have the same gorgeous blue eyes."

   "Mine are prettier though."

   "Debatable,” you said with a shrug.

   "You better watch it, girl, or I'm gonna get jealous," Merle said and kissed your forehead. "Now go get dressed and we'll take him to that pet store on Main Street. Boy needs a bed and shit."

   The next evening, you stormed into Merle’s trailer, Blue following close at your heels.

   “I am beyond pissed right now, Merle,” you fumed as you slammed the door behind you.

   Merle glanced up from the book he was reading with a pout. “What’d I do?”

   You smirked at his response, but the anger still burned inside you. “Surprisingly, this time it’s nothing you did.”

   “Well, if I ain’t in trouble then c’mere and tell me about it,” he said, patting his lap and dropping his book on the table beside him.

   You moved over to the armchair and sat on his lap and quickly settled into his strong arms. As Merle started to run his fingers through your hair while you leaned against him, the anger began to dissipate. If it were possible, you could sit forever in his lap with his arms around you. There was nowhere else that felt more like home.

   “You ready to talk about it?” Merle questioned after a few minutes of silence.

   “My apartment complex won’t let me keep Blue,” you sniffled as you looked at the dog curled up next to Merle’s feet. “Apparently pit bulls are a ‘dangerous breed’ and not allowed.”

   “That’s bullshit,” Merle said and you felt him frown against your cheek.

   You picked at the duct tape that covered a large tear in the armchair’s fabric. "Merle, I don't know what to do. I don't want to give him back and I've checked and there aren't any apartments around that will let tenants have pit bulls. It's so unfair!”

   You took a couple deep breaths and fought back the tears that threatened to spill down your face.

   “You wanna move in with me?” Merle asked.

   You sat up with wide eyes. “Are you serious?”

   “Yeah, baby. You’re here more than that apartment anyway. And I love waking up with you in my bed,” Merle responded with a glint of mischief in his eyes.

   You smiled and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “Well, I definitely like waking up in your bed.”

   “Wanna make it our bed?”

   The smile on your face grew wider. Just the thought of moving in with Merle was making you giddy. You could see him even more, wake up with him every morning, and keep Blue? It was perfect – a dream come true.

   You nodded. “Definitely.”

   He pressed a soft, lingering kiss to your lips and smiled. “Then how ‘bout we go christen it?”

   The sun rose the next morning with Merle's head cushioned on your stomach and Blue curled against your opposite side. Your fingers slowly carded through Merle's short curls as he quietly snored. It was everything you could possibly want. A smile graced your face once again and your heart swelled with love. You were home.

[fanficsforfun]

You don’t wanna get a death threat from a redneck

Pairing: Merle Dixon x female reader

Era: Atlanta camp (season 1)

Word count: 960

Warnings: age gap, flirting, sexual harassment, violence, hard language (also don’t know where this should go but the reader is mentioned to be inexperienced)

Summary: Merle can’t tolerate anyone else but him touching you

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Merle had made it a habit to tease you all he could. Hardly a day went by that he didn't at least compliment your appearance in one way or another, or otherwise talk dirty. You, unlike everyone else at the camp, didn’t find it repulsive. Quite the opposite, you enjoyed it, despite always getting all excited and nervous when he was around.

One day you were sitting alone by your tent when he happened to walk by.

"Dreamin' 'bout ol' Merle, ain't ya?" He asked with a grin.

You blushed, of course, and couldn't stop a smile from rising to your lips.

"No", you replied truthfully.

"Yeah, right, I know ya did."

You giggled and blushed harder, shaking your head. Even though he was wrong this time, you really had dreamed about him, just the previous night in fact. But that's not a thing you'd ever tell him. You were too ashamed. He was so much older than you, and you were head over heels for him.

"There's nothin' to be ashamed of, ya know", Merle noted as if he’d just read your thoughts, and although his tone was seductive, his words actually made you feel a little better.

As Merle went on his way, you stayed seated, your heart pounding and cheeks burning. Every encounter like this felt overwhelming, the intensity of your emotions was almost too much. You weren't sexually experienced, and you didn't know how to be when Merle flirted with you and often got you turned on with just a few words. Yet you had noticed he never actually did much, and backed off whenever you got too uneasy. Maybe that was why you downright craved his attention. It was so thrilling, but safe.

Later that day, you all gathered around the campfire for a meal. Merle sat down next to you on the log, so close that your thighs touched.

"Hey, sugar", he greeted you with a smile. "Couldn't ya spare a little somethin' for me?"

You gave him a shy glance, then picked up a piece of meat from your plate and handed it to him. To your surprise, he took it from your hand with his teeth and, as he did so, brushed your fingers with his lips. You felt heat rising to your face, and Merle grinned.

"That's my girl", he chuckled.

You smiled back to him, and he lightly squeezed your thigh before getting up.

“Well, I gotta run. Thanks for the snack.”

You looked after him and grinned to yourself. Merle was lovely, you had to admit that. To you anyway.

The rest of the afternoon went just fine, you worked with the laundry and dreamed of Merle, as usual, but when you came back to the camp, problems started. Apparently Shane had concluded that because you let Merle flirt with you and even touch you, he’d be allowed to do the same.

“Damn yummy ass you got, doll”, he commented, squeezing your backside. 

You flinched and turned around, your face pale and tears pooling in the corners of your eyes. You felt so violated and disgusted, your heart was pounding against your ribs and your hands were shaky.

“Don’t touch me!” You screamed, anger and fear clear in your voice. The feel of this touch still lingered on your skin though he thankfully had removed his hand already.

“What?” Shane asked with a mocking tone. “How come you all of a sudden don’t like this anymore?”

“It’s not ‘bout the touch but whose hand it is, asshole!”

Merle had come back and walked up to you two, looking rather pissed off. Shane didn’t even have the time to react before Merle’s fist met his face, making him stumble backwards. The next punch was as hard as the first one, dropping Shane to the ground.

You backed off with your eyes wide open. You were so shocked that you didn’t even cry. Someone wrapped her arms around your shoulders but you didn’t react to that. All of your attention was on the two men. Merle’s boot was on Shane’s throat now, his blue eyes blazing with fury.

“Ya touch her one fuckin’ more time and I’ll cut yer hands off! Ya hear me, ya fuckin’ prick? Huh?” 

Morales tried to intervene but Merle just pushed him away. The others tried to talk him down, but he didn't listen. There wasn’t anything any of them could have said that would stop him now.

“I ain’t messin’ with ya, y’all better believe that”, he grunted, his voice changing from furious to threatening. He hadn’t lifted his boot off, not a bit, and Shane was suffocating. His face had turned into a shade of purple and he was no longer fighting back as hard as before.

“Merle…”, you managed to say.

He turned to look at you and finally lifted his boot after noticing how you stared at them with terror on your face.

“I wasn’t goin’ to kill him”, Merle soothed and took a few steps closer to you, leaving Shane on the ground gasping for air. You ran to him and wrapped your arms around him, sobbing uncontrollably.

“Hey, it’s alright. Ain’t nobody will ever touch you again, I swear”, he murmured, holding you tight. You just cling to him with your eyes tightly shut. At least you felt safer now when he was there.

And Merle kept his promise. After that day, you moved in with him and Daryl, albeit with your own tent. And Merle hardly left you alone. He either kept an eye on you himself or ordered his little brother to babysit duty. You had to admit, you found it rather amusing. This way, you also had more time to be with him, so you weren’t complaining.

[negansgirl-xoxo]

[ingloriousblasters]

Once Upon a Dream (Merle x Female Reader)

Here is my fic for @benicioqueen disney song challenge. (I wasn’t if I should actually tag you too, so just covering all the bases 😂) 

I chose Once Upon a Dream from Sleeping Beauty. Not sure if the story really follows the song all that much, but it’s what sparked the idea. 

Warnings: smut/nsfw, cursing, typical walking dead zombie killings, and the ending is probably super cheese-tastic, but it’s what came out so bite me lol

It was a quiet, sunny day. A slight breeze came over your shoulders from the vent above your head, sending a shiver down your body. The Georgia heat had been bad, and it worried you. But before you had time to dwell on it, a ding came from the kitchen. Getting up from the couch, you stretched your body, hands rising over your head and the heels of your bare feet lifting off the dark, cherry wood floors.

Walking over to the stove, you hit the button to turn off the timer and grabbed some potholders to pull out the roast that had been cooking. Setting it on the counter to rest, you reached up to open the cabinets, grabbed two plates, and walked over to the small wooden table to set them down. Going back to grab some glasses, the unmistakable click of metal from the front door hit your ears. Keeping busy setting the table, you weren’t the least bit shocked when a pair of strong arms wrapped around your waist a minute later. Smiling to yourself, you instinctively grabbed a hold of them.

“Your home early,” you said.

“Mmm,” he responded, pulling an arm away to lift your hair so he could kiss the soft skin of your neck underneath.  

“Boss let us go. Gettin too hot out there even for him.” the man mumbled.

“Good,” you said. “I worry about you out there.” Turning around you smiled up at him, your arms feeling how warm his body was from the hot, summer days. You ran a hand up to one of his red tinged cheeks and he let out a sigh at the cool touch.

“Dinner’s not ready yet,” you told him.

“S'alright. I can think of a way ta occupy my time,” he smiled. A mischievous gleam appeared in his deep blue eyes. He moved forward, pinning your body between him and the table, and leaned down to kiss you. His hands roamed over you before lifting the shirt off your body. He groaned when he realized you were without a bra. Rough, sun worn hands glided over your sides, running up to cup your breasts, kneading them and teasing your nipples.

Moaning at the feeling, his hands traveled down to the white denim shorts you were wearing. Undoing the silver button and zipper, a hand dipped inside and cupped your mound. The man groaned at the warmth between your legs, his middle finger sliding up and down your slit through the thin fabric.

You whimpered at his touch. He knew exactly how to tease you and you wanted more. His hands slid into the waistband of your underwear, slipping them down along with your shorts so that you were completely naked. Your body tingled with arousal standing in front of him, while he was still fully dressed. He grabbed you by the waist, lifting you and setting you down on the edge of the table. His hands traveled over the tops of your thighs to your knees and spread your legs, opening yourself to him. A rumbled groan came from his chest when he saw how wet you were, and he quickly undid the belt and zipper to his jeans. Lowering them enough for his cock to spring free he stood in between your legs. Biting your lip in anticipation, he teased your folds by running the head of his cock up and down your slit.

“Please,” you whispered, gasping at the feeling. You looked up into those sinful blue eyes of his and begged again. He grabbed hold of your waist and drug your body closer to the edge of the table. One of your arms wrapped around his neck, while you leaned back on the other to keep your balance. He spread your legs as far as they could go and guided his cock into you. Gasping, your body lifted off the table slightly as he filled you.

“Fuck baby,” his voice low and raspy. “Ya feel so good.”

He started slow, wanting to enjoy the way you felt around him, and let out small groans of pleasure with every thrust. Your fingers grasped at the base of his neck pulling him closer. A particular deep thrust caused a loud moan to escape you, but it was drowned out when he captured your lips with his. Your hand on the table was getting numb from supporting your weight so you tugged on the man more. His body following your path as you laid down on the table. Looking up at him, his face was overcome in pleasure. His hooded eyelids took in your naked body sprawled out on the table for him, while his strong jaw hung open trying to catch his breath.

You were almost there. The tension built in your lower stomach every time his cock rhymically pounded into you, causing the table to creak at each thrust. The warmth started to spread in your body, when in the distance your ears picked up on another knocking that was out of rhythm with the table. It grew louder and louder and you felt yourself losing touch with your surroundings. The man in front of you, that you seemed so comfortable with, blurred in your view.

“Come on, wake up sleeping beauty!” a voice called.

Your eyes shot open at the sound. Birds chirped from the open window in the tiny room, and you stared at the cobwebbed covered ceiling above you. Heart pounding in your chest, reality slowly sunk back in as the humid Georgia air hit your face and you realized you had been dreaming.

“Come on!” The voice boomed again, knocking on the door. “Governor wants to see you. Ya don’t want to keep him waiting.”

The Governor. You hated your meetings with him. The man was nuts, but only you seemed to notice. Everyone else just played along with his games. Rubbing your hands over your face, you groaned before slowly rolling out of bed and slipping back into your jeans. When you opened the door, Caesar was leaning against the frame waiting for you.

“Bout time. What took you so long?” he asked with a sly smile on his face.

“Nothing,” you said walking around him and heading towards the staircase.

“Really? Cause it sure sounded like something was going on in there.”

You paused on the top step at his words.

Crap.

Your heart started racing, not knowing what your body could have been doing as you dreamed about the blue eyed man.

“It was nothing, just a nightmare,” you said and continued down the stairs.

“Hmm,” you heard Caesar mutter under his breath. “Didn’t sound like no nightmare to me.”

You managed to stay a couple feet ahead of him as you walked towards the center of town, where you saw the towering figure of the Governor. Looking around the area, you were relieved to see that the blue eyed man wasn’t there. He had joined Woodbury a couple months ago and quickly worked his way up as one of the Governor's right hand men. You only saw him in passing, always seeming to catch him when something vulgar came out of his mouth. He’d smile at you, and you would roll your eyes walking away. All you knew about him was that his name started with an ‘M.’ Something like Mark, no Mike, or was it Matt?

“Merle!” the Governor shouted over your shoulder.

“Whatchu need Gov?” a raspy voiced called. The stride of his boots on the broken concrete ground drew nearer, and your palms began sweating. The man reached the three of you and stood just behind your left. You avoided looking at him, your brain still reminding you of what you had been dreaming about only a half hour ago.

“Been a change of plans,” the Governor spoke. “Thompson’s fallen ill. I need you on the night shift with (y/n) till he gets better.”

“What?!” you called out before you could stop yourself. The Governor looked down at you, his cold gray eyes scolding you for questioning his orders.

“Is there a problem?” he asked.

You calmed yourself before speaking, knowing if you bursted out again it would mean trouble. “I just don’t understand why I can’t take watch myself. To be honest, Thompson wasn’t much help, Governor. So I don’t see why I need...him.” You paused glancing back at the older man. Your eyes briefly caught his and heat rushed to your cheeks. Those damn eyes.

“Aww come on now, sugar. I ain’t all that bad,” you heard him say behind you.

“Now (y/n),” the Governor said. “It’s always been protocol for two people to be on watch. If you want to be by yourself, might I suggest inventory duty? Otherwise, Dixon’s on watch with ya till further notice.”

He didn’t wait for your reply.

“Jackass” you muttered under your breath when he and Caesar were out of earshot.

Merle walked up to you and introduced himself. You were cordial enough, but mostly kept your mouth shut. It was one thing to have dreams about him and keep your distance, but being thrown together and having to actually be near him was causing your mind to malfunction. If he ever found out….

“I’m sure we can find a way to occupy our time,” he said. His tongue poked the side of his cheek while he smirked. His blue eyes wandered up and down your body, pausing momentarily at your chest, before meeting your face again. You ignored him and walked away, not wanting to deal with him until you had to.

Merle chuckled to himself watching you walk away, the sway of your hips mesmerizing to him. He had seen you around Woodbury and couldn’t deny he wanted you. Flashes of the dreams he’d had about you, riding his cock while your tits bounced up and down in front of him, ran through his mind. Sometimes he’d wake up with such arousal that he’d have to take care of himself as soon as he became aware of the real world. Thinking about it now made his cargo pants tighten and he had to turn his head away, forcing himself to return to work.

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Night fell and butterflies swirled in your stomach as you walked to the front of town. Climbing the ladder to the top of the old trailer that blocked Woodbury from the outside world, you saw no sign of Merle yet. Relieving the two residents from their shift, you stood facing away from the town staring out into the wild darkness. You liked the night watch because it was a generally peaceful time. Thompson usually kept to himself and the risk of walkers was low enough you could relax in the lawn chair without much worry.

A soft, humid breeze combed through you and the creak of the ladder sounded behind you. You turned to see a knife sticking up in the air, followed by a hand, and then the redneck’s face. He smiled as the rest of his body appeared from the bottom of the trailer.

“Evening,” he said when he reached the top. Nodding your head, you turned away, planting yourself in the lawn chair doing your best to avoid the very large presence in front of you.

“Not much of a talker, huh?” he asked.

You shrugged your shoulders. “Depends on who I’m talkin to.”

Merle huffed a laugh at your statement. He walked around the perimeter of the trailer, looking out into the surrounding woods before planting himself on the ledge. Swinging his legs over the side, he reached into the tattered backpack he had brought up with him. A small glass bottle emerged and Merle licked his lips at the sight. Holding the bottle in the crook of his arm, he twisted the cap off and took a sip. He motioned the bottle to you and you declined his offer.

As the night went on, the humidity cleared and a chill ran through your body. Getting up from the chair to stretch, you bent down to grab your jacket. It was in your hand when a quick snap of a branch sounded in the distance. Merle set his bottle down and got to his feet, peering out into the darkness. After a few minutes, you both relaxed as no walkers came forward.

When you went back to putting on the jacket, you became aware of a tickling feeling on your arm. From the glow of the moonlight, you looked down to see a spider crawling across your arm. A loud yell escaped your lips and you threw your jacket forward while flailing your arms to get rid of the thing.     

“What’s wrong?” Merle turned to you concerned.

“Spider! There was a spider on my arm!” you shrieked. Merle’s furrowed eyebrows turned from disbelief and rose into amusement as your words hit him. His lips curled into a smile.

“There are hundreds of undead walkin around just outside these walls and a little spider is what gets ya jumpin?” he laughed.

“Walkers can’t hide in your clothing,” you responded, shaking your body to try and rid your arm of the light sensation still lingering where the spider trailed over your skin. “Or disappear in two seconds and then have no idea where they went.”  

Merle thought about your words and his mind flashed back to his childhood, laying in bed and listening the roaches scurry across the floor. In the darkness of the beat up old trailer, they searched for the scraps of food left all over the ground. He could still hear them after all these years and shuddered.

“Yeah, guess ya have a point,” he nodded. Bending down, he picked up your jacket hanging halfway off the trailer and shook it, making sure no other critters came out, and handed it back to you.

“Uh, thanks,” you said, surprised at the act of kindness. You took the leather jacket from him and slipped it on. The rest of the night went by with Merle making small talk with you. He even offered at one point to take complete watch so you could sleep for a little bit. You declined, telling him you took naps in the midday to make it through the night-shifts, when really you didn’t trust your sleeping self after your interaction with Caesar.

Nights went by and you started opening up to Merle more, talking about your life before the turn and how you both wound up in Woodbury.

“Ya don’t seem to like too much company, that why ya prefer the night shift?” he asked.

“I guess,” you sighed. “As long as it keeps me away from the Governor.”

“Yeah, Ol’ Gov’s off his rockers,” Merle nodded his head.

“So then why do you follow his orders?” you asked. “You don’t seem like the type to take shit from people.”

There was a long pause.

“My brother,” he finally said. “Governor says he’ll let me go out on my own, search around the area for him.”

“Oh.”

That wasn’t the answer you were expecting from the boisterous redneck. Merle had mentioned his brother a couple of times, but never said anything about looking for him. Now it made sense why he would go along with all the crazy missions the Governor initiated.

“You know you don’t owe him anything, right?” you said softly, not wanting the words to hit him the wrong way. “Just because he helped you out during a rough patch, doesn’t mean you owe him your life.”

Merle listened to your words, but didn’t answer.    

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Word got to you that Thompson was feeling better and that he would resume night shift with you the following day. A part of you was disappointed in the news. You liked having your nights with Merle. Over the last few weeks, the man from your dreams became a reality, a real person, and you admittingly found yourself liking that person. You weren’t sure if you’d ever see Merle as much again.  

That night when you climb the ladder of the trailer, your eyes lit up at what was before you.

“Thought we’d celebrate tonight,” Merle said, reaching for your hand to help you up the rest of the way. A red and black checkered blanket sat on the ground with multiple, small bags of potato chips spread around it. In the center was a large bottle of whiskey.

“Found it on a run. Was saving it for a special occasion,” he joked.

Two hours into your shift and you and Merle couldn’t stop laughing. You hadn’t felt this good in a long time. The more you and Merle talked, the more you both began letting your mouths run, and admitting to things you wouldn’t normally, or soberly.

“Remember, remember when you told me about that dog?” you mumbled after taking another shot of whiskey. The liquid sizzling down your throat and warming your body.

“What dog?” Merle laughed.

“Ya know, the dog with three legs you saw!”

Merle smiled at you shaking his head.

“You don’t remember?” you asked. “We were laying on the couch…” you stopped yourself before finishing the sentence. Now you remembered, that never happened. Already flushed from the alcohol, you felt your cheeks turn three shades darker.

“Nevermind, was just a dream,” you said clearing your throat.

Noticing the change in your demeanor, Merle decided to have a little fun.

“So what else happens in these dreams of yours, huh?” he questioned with the most shit-eating grin plastered on his face.

“What? Nnnothing!” you responded abruptly, peeling the label on the dark glass bottle.

“Come onnn,” he teased. “Tell me!”

You wanted to sprint down the ladder. Just admitting to Merle you dreamed about him was embarrassing enough, but you didn’t want to give him the wrong idea. Deciding to own up to it, you thought you could possibly steer the topic in another direction.

“Well, there’s air conditioning,” you finally said. Laughing a little at the situation you were in. “And running water in our house”

“Our house? We together in your dreams?”

Shit.

“Huh?” you asked, pretending to not have heard his words.

“We together?” he repeated. Your eyes grew wide as you took another sip from the bottle, using the back of your hand to wipe your mouth. Your silence told Merle everything he needed to know.

“Yeah, I bet we are,” he said. “Bet you’ve dreamed some other things too, haven’t cha?”

Your heart was humming. Merle knew your secret and was just teasing it out of you. Your eyes didn’t know where to land. They wandered down to your hands, up to the sky, over at Merle and then away. Merle scooted closer to you, his voice was lower and his southern drawl more pronounced.

“I fuck ya?”

Your body froze. Merle could see the rapid rise and fall of your chest and smiled to himself.

“Bet I fuck ya real good, don’t I?”

He was mere centimeters away from you now, and your breathing hitched at his words. He leaned in, his mouth brushing over your ear. The short hairs on his chin scratching your cheek and sending a shiver down your spine.

“Wanna find out for real?” he whispered. Closing your eyes, you gasped. You couldn’t deny it anymore. Slowly, you turned your head towards him. His eyes, glowing from the moonlight, were filled with lust.

“Merle,” you said breathily. The next thing you knew his lips were on yours. Tasting the whiskey lingering on his mouth, a rush of heat ran through your body. Parting your lips to deepen the kiss, his tongue slowly explored your mouth. Shifting his body, Merle squeezed your knee, then let his hand run up and down your thigh torturously slow. The motion causing you to moan at his touch. The alcohol coursing through your body mixed with Merle’s presence was intoxicating, and the outside world was shut out as your tongue swirled around his.

It took a minute for you to feel the tugging on your boot. Once your body became aware of the sensation, your ears zeroed in on a guttural growl coming from below. Instinctively your legs shot up, kicking the walker off your boot, while you broke away from Merle’s lips. Merle, not missing a beat, caught your legs and rolled you over to the other side of the trailer. He lifted his own legs, getting to his knees and stuck his knife through the walker’s head.

Overwhelmed with so many thoughts and emotions, you rose to your feet hearing the thud of the walker fall to the ground. Gathering your things, you rushed down the ladder.

“(Y/n)!” Merle called after you, wiping his blade of walker blood. He went to the top of the ladder, watching your silhouette walk away and cursed under his breath.

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The following day Thompson returned to the night shift with you and you went back to your silent watches, sitting in the frayed lawn chair and staring out into the trees.

You hadn’t spoken to Merle in days. That night played in your mind constantly and you couldn’t deny that you wanted more, but you weren’t sure what to say to him. Even if you did, getting Merle alone was impossible. He was constantly taking more orders from the Governor, leaving at dawn and returning at dusk.

It worried you when you made eye contact with him one evening on his return. The frustration in his eyes easy to read. You searched for him, switching your shift with one of the other men in town. As the sun set, you couldn’t find where he was so you reluctantly returned to your room, bringing a warm bottle of water with you and a stale muffin from the dining hall.

Opening the window in your room, you listened to the owls in the trees nearby and removed your bra and jeans to lay in bed. A loud rapping at your door made you jump.

“(Y/n)!” Merle’s raspy voiced yelled from the other side. “Open up!”

The urgency in Merle’s voice worried you and you opened the door without thinking about the state of your appearance. The burly man barged in, out of breath and pacing back and forth in the small room.  

“He’s a fucking son of a bitch! I’m gonna kill him!” Merle roared.

“Merle,” you said, moving in front of him to stop him from pacing around. “What’s wrong?”

“Fucking Governor. Did his bidding for two weeks sayin he’d let me go look for my brother. I brought it up to him tonight. He’s a fucking liar!” The veins in Merle’s neck protruded as he went on. You’d never seen him so angry before. “He ain’t letting anyone outside these walls anymore. I’m done, I’m fucking done! I can’t stay here, can’t keep doing this shit. Ya comin with me or not?!”

“What?” your shocked mind lingering on the words he just spoke.

“Ya want me?!” he yelled.

“What?” you repeated, still unable to comprehend his words.

“Ya heard me!” he huffed out, the anger still lingering in body as his shoulders rose up and down. The deep blue eyes you dreamed about so many times were piercing into yours now. This wasn’t a dream. Your lips parted to speak, and you nodded your head.

“Yes,” you whispered wide eyed.

In one, long stride Merle was in front of you, his hand fisting into your hair. His lips crashed into yours and you felt weightless. He walked you back into the room, stopping when your legs bumped into the bed. Merle spun you both around so that he sat on the bed while you stood in front of him.

“Take off your clothes,” he said while detaching the knife from his metal arm piece. Your breath hitched in your throat as your fingers toyed with the hem of your shirt. The scowl set on Merle’s face told you he wasn’t joking and it excited and terrified you at the same time.

Slowly you lifted the gray vneck up your body, revealing your stomach and then your breasts. Tossing the fabric to the ground, you finally gathered enough courage to peer up at Merle. A small groan escaped his lips as he re-positioned himself on the bed. As your eyes trailed over him, you couldn’t help but notice the bulge that had grown in his pants. The sight making you aware of just how wet you were.

Your hands slid over your sides, landing on the thin fabric of your underwear. You watched Merle’s eyes as they intensely focused on the area. The warm air set your skin on fire and a heat rushed to your cheeks. Taking a breathe, you stuck your thumbs into the sides and slowly brought them down. When they reached your knees you let go, letting the fabric slide to the floor. A feeling of deja vu overcame you. You should have been more uncomfortable being completely nude in front of Merle, but you weren’t. It felt like you had done this before.

“Come here,” Merle called. Inching your way closer to the bed, the pounding in your chest was the only thing you could hear. When you were within reach, Merle grabbed you by the waist with his metal attachment, while his hand grabbed your ass. He squeezed the soft flesh and ran his hand under your thigh, lifting your leg up onto the bed. Getting the hint, you lifted your other leg so that you straddled his lap.

Merle began kissing you again. His lips trailed over your chin, down your neck and to your chest, while his hand traveled up your body. Taking one breast in his hand, he rolled and pinched the nipple, while his mouth consumed the other. The slight stings causing pleasure to course through your body, pooling at your core.

“Mmm Merle!” you moaned. Your head rolling back while your body arched into Merle’s calloused touch. Needing more, you started grinding down on his still fully clothed lap, trying to get as much friction as you could from the fabric of his pants.

Merle groaned and his cock twitched when he felt your heat rubbing against him. His hand traced over your body, sliding down your stomach before teasing your folds. Gasping at his touch, your head snapped forward and you squeezed the base of his neck, your fingers playing with the short curls of his hair.

Merle ran a finger up and down your slit, spreading your arousal around as he explored your body. You leaned your forehead against Merle’s as anticipation took over your body. A moan escaped your lips when he finally inserted his finger, slowly stroking it back and forth.

“Ya like that, baby?” he asked. You whimpered in approval as he stuck another finger inside, spreading you open and pumping them slowly.

“Mmore,” you moaned after a few minutes, grinding harder on his hand. “I need more.”

A horny chuckle left Merle’s mouth. He enjoyed  watching you beg for him and removed his fingers from you, wrapping his arm around your waist. You let out a short squeal when he turned to his side and quickly swept you onto the bed. You laid there, sprawled out on the bed, and watched as Merle got up shrugging his shoulders out of the old, button up he wore. Removing his tattered wife beater with one arm, your eyes roamed over his built frame. Merle was older than you, but had the body of a man years younger.

“Ya wanna do the honors?” he teased. “Ain’t got the patience for it tonight.”

His eyes glanced down at the zipper of his pants and you laughed. You sat up biting your lower lip, and helped Merle get out of his pants. Your hands toyed with the waistband of his boxers, tugging on the fabric to bring him closer to you. Merle hovered over your body, leaning down to kiss you and you pulled the boxers down his legs. He kicked out of them, his thick cock springing free, and climbed into bed, settling on top of you.

Your hands ran over his strong shoulders and wrapped around him. You could feel the slightly raised skin of the scars patterned across his back. Merle kissed his way down your neck and you felt his erection poking the inside of your leg.

“Merle,” you moaned lifting your hips up, letting him know you wanted him. Merle guided himself inside of you and your back arched off the mattress when he entered.

“Fuck,” he groaned pumping inside of you. Your hips rising up to meet each of his thrusts. Finally being with Merle, it didn’t take long till you could feel the first sparks of an orgasm approaching. Merle seemed to be in a rush too.

Getting to his knees, he grabbed your waist pulling you closer to him, causing your knees to almost touch your chest. He gripped one of your thighs and fell into a faster rhythm. The new angle hitting you deeper and you couldn’t hold back anymore. You screamed his name without abandon, not caring if anyone could hear you. It felt too good.

“Oh god! Ah Merle!” you gasped.

“That’s it sugar,” he grunted when he felt you squeeze around his cock. “Ya gonna come for me?”

“Yes,” you gasped, nodding your head. Your nails dug into Merle’s arms as you kept repeating the word, lost in a haze of pleasure. Merle let go of his grip on your thigh, his thumb hovering over your swollen bud and began rubbing, alternating between an up and down and circular motion.

“Yes! Ah god, Merle!” you screamed as you felt the warmth spread through your body, Merle’s touch sending you over the edge. Your body trembled underneath his frame as he continued thrusting, prolonging your orgasm.

Merle pumped in you a few more times before pulling out and coming on your stomach. He collapsed on top of you momentarily, letting out a groan in the crook of your neck. You tapped his arm when you couldn’t breath and he rolled off of you. He reached down to grab his worn wife beater and splashed some of the water from your bottle on it. He cleaned you and himself off as best he could and joined you under the covers, both of you falling asleep within a few minutes.

You woke up the next morning to soft, scratchy kisses covering your shoulder and turned onto your back. Opening your eyes, you were greeted with the deep blue ones that made your heart flutter.

“Morning,” you smiled. Merle kissed your forehead and leaned on his side while his hand wandered around your still naked body. Exploring your curves, his movements were gentle this time. Slowly his fingers trailed over your stomach, the touch making goosebumps rise on your body in the early morning light. He continued moving them down until they reached your entrance. Gently, he inserted one of his thick fingers inside of you, slowly stroking you in no rush, keeping you in a pleasurable limbo. You tried to suppress your moans, but Merle made it difficult.

In your haze, your heart dropped when a knock sounded from your door.

“Hey (y/n), ya having one of those nightmares again?” a smartass Caesar asked.

“Hell no, she’s living the dream!” Merle called back before you knew what was happening.

“Dixon?!” Caesar yelled, and you heard heavy feet sprint down the staircase. You looked up at Merle and started laughing and a wide grin spread across his face. After the giggling subsided, Merle brought you to your release, his eyes watching your every move.

“We’re gettin outta here,” he told you. His face as serious as you’d ever seen it. “Gonna find my brother, and get ya that house far away from all this. How’s that sound?”

Leaning up to kiss him, you whispered.

“Like a dream come true.”

[just-one-string-in-a-silent-sea]

Merle Request for Anon (Merle x Reader: “I think I might be pregnant”

“Babe, I think I’m pregnant.” + Merle

Pairing: Merle x Reader

Word Count: 1,049

A/N: Takes place in season 3, at the prison. (Merle still has both hands, not hating on his badass sword, but it’s hard to write fluffy cuddling scenes with a stump/sword, plus I love his bracelets, sorry not sorry)

Maggie Greene sighed, flipping the page on her long-outdated magazine. It was days like these, when she wasn’t on patrol, that she liked to enjoy her free time in her cell, reading cosmopolitan and maybe listening to a CD when she had spare batteries.

But, she wasn’t.

Instead, she was sitting on the floor of the prison bathroom on the top floor, holding her cousin’s hair back with one hand and flipping pages with the other as her cousin, (Y/N), retched into the silver toilet.

“You know he’s gonna notice sometime. You’ll start showing here soon.”

Her cousin ripped her head up in horror, “Are you kidding me? He’d leave me Maggie, I can’t tell him!”

Maggie groaned, “What the hell do you mean, (Y/N)? What are you supposed to do other than tell him, you’re not gonna kill it for god’s sake you’re keeping the baby.”

The other woman sighed, falling back onto her butt next to the toilet, “Of course I’m keeping it, Maggie, but what the hell do I do!? He’s never mentioned wanting kids or anything, and how can I take care of it on my own? I just know he’ll leave Maggie, I’m terrified. Plus, with Lori gone and Judith here, we’re already struggling, how could I be so stupid to bring a second baby into this world? Everyone’s gonna hate me.”

Maggie stood, brushing off her legs, and extended a hand down to help the pregnant woman up, which (Y/N) accepted.

Maggie pulled her cousin in for a hug, releasing her but not releasing her shoulders, “Listen, (Y/N), everything is gonna be fine. You know for a fact I won’t leave you, and if Merle does, I’d rather him do it before the baby is born rather than after. You just have to tell him, (Y/N), if you were him you would want to know.”

The discouraged woman nodded, and the two of them walked out of the bathroom and parted ways, (Y/N) walking back towards Merle and her shared cell. She sighed, rubbing her temples. God, everything was so complicated.

I mean, it was her own fault. She knew her birth control implant wouldn’t work forever, but they had been using condoms. In hind sight, maybe she should’ve looked for some plan B on one of the supply runs, but she hadn’t, so she supposed it didn’t matter much now.

She flopped down on the cot, her hand falling to rest on the miniscule bump on her tummy. It was almost unnoticeable, and since she had been wearing Merle’s t shirts, it was even harder to see.

But, think of the devil and he shall appear, the door of the cell clanked open and swung out, revealing a shirtless and dirty Merle Dixon, who looked at her with a grin.

“Aye sweetheart, how’s my favorite baby girl doin’?” He exclaimed cheerfully, dropping his muddy jacket in the corner, not noticing how (Y/N) flushed when he said the word “Baby”.

She sighed, “Not so well, kinda crampy.”

“Still throwin’ up?” He asked, moving behind her head to the back wall of the cell, where she could hear him changing clothes.

She nodded, “Yeah, can’t keep anythin’ down,” She murmured, trying to pull at Merle’s shirt, hoping the bump was innoticeable.

“Yanno Hershel’s saying your pregnant.”

The color drained from her face, shooting up in bed and turning to him. How had Hershel known? How? Maggie was the only one she’d told, and Maggie knew better than to double-cross her.

“What makes him think that?” She said, trying as hard as possible to keep her voice steady and nonchalant.

Merle shrugged, looking at the mirror, wiping his hands with a towel, “Says yer getting’ that glow ‘bout ya.”

She looked down, by no means did she feel glowing.

“Ya have been acting weird lately, darlin’,” He murmured, and she could tell he was trying his hardest not to make her mad, and she sighed, standing and brushing off her legs as Merle turned to look at her.

She gazed at him, fighting the tears, and Merle froze, meeting her eyes. He knew, but he had to hear it first.

“I…It’s true Merle…the condom…it musta broke and my…my birth control stopped working I suppose. I was supposed to get it replaced every three years, but…I can’t exactly now and now…I’m pregnant Merle…and you of all people know it’s yours.”

Merle set the towel down, looking away from her, and for almost a minute both of them stood in silence, until she took a deep breath, “I’m sorry, Merle…I…I’ll go.”

But as she turned, his hand caught her, rough and calloused but gentle on her wrist, pulling her gently to make her face him again.

For once, he looked as serious as she had ever seen him, but he wasn’t angry. He almost looked…calm? Wow, that was ironic in this moment of slight panic.

Merle wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her, and resting his forehead on hers.

“Look, baby, I’m gonna be honest, I wasn’t plannin’ on being a daddy ever,” She tensed, squeezing his arms slightly, before he continued, “But I guess I’ve got nine months, don’t I? I wanna be with ya, Suga’, and this baby is both of ours, ya didn’t make it on ya own.” She giggled as he grinned, glad he could cheer her up a little.

“I ain’t leavin’ ya, ‘specially not now. Ya got my boy in there,” He said, poking your tummy gently, “and he’s gonna need his daddy, and I’m gonna be a much better one than mine was.”

She snickered, “It could be a girl, yanno.”

“Nah baby, that’s my boy. A daddy just knows these things.”

She scoffed, and he grabbed her face, pulling her in to press a long and love-filled kiss to her lips.

“Don’ this mean ya boobs are gonn’ grow?”

“You’re an ass, yanno that?”

“Yeah, but ya love me.”

“You’re right, but you’re still an ass.”

[sinsandsweetness]

How would a threesome with Daryl and merle go?

I feel like Merle would make fun of Daryl for being slow/gentle, until dart gets so pissed at him and just fucking loses it: spanking and chocking and licking the tears off her face after she’s done gagging on merles dick

i think ur so right anon. 18+ content below.

What’s happening in front of you is a drastic sight in comparison to the sweetness behind you. Hands tangled in your hair, roughly steadying your head as the older Dixon practically fucks your face. His girthy length is hitting the back of your throat with every thrust. Oblivious of the fact that you can barely breath, or that there’s spit starting to drip down your chin and onto the bed. He doesn’t care. At all. His head is thrown back in ecstasy at the warmth of your mouth. Pretty lips wrapped around him and oh so eager to please.

It’s much different than the gentle touches from the man behind you. Hands roaming your back as he pushes into you. Slow, intimate thrusts. It’s good. You’re not complaining. But you also wouldn’t complain if he let loose a little. Smacked you around and showed you how rough he could be.

“You fuck like a girl, baby brother.” Merle’s voice rings through the cell.

“Shut up,” Daryl bites back, his next thrust already harder than the previous.

“I mean it. All slow and sappy. ‘Making love’.” He teases again, pulling you off for a second with a tug of your hair.

“She ain’t’ ever gonna cum like that ,brother. Gotta fuck her like y’ hate her.” He smirks down at you. Doe eyes sparkling up at him while you lick your way up his shaft. Tasting anything he’ll let you, while he gives you a moment to breath.

“Shut. Up.” Daryl repeats. Tone firm and irritated.

“No wonder he has anger issues,” Merle says to you, “Fucks you like you’re made of glass.” He looks up at his brother, forcing you to take his whole length with a gag.

“Y’ain’t gonna break her, Darleena. Why don’t you put a little pep in your step. She likes it rough. Told me so last night in the guard tow-.”

“I fuckin’ know how she likes it,” Daryl sneers, grabbing a hold of your hair and tugging you upward with a yelp.

“Ow,”

“Both o’ you can shut it.” He snaps. Your scalp starts to burn with how tight his grip is. Your hand goes back to grab at his wrist but he’s having none of it tonight. Not after Merle’s crude commentary and definitely not when he senses you biting back a giggle.

“You-” he nods at Merle, “You can sit down and deal with your own dick.” He leans in further, lips brushing you ear as he whispers, “and you. Think you could use a good reminding of exactly who you belong to.”

[fanficsforfun]

Guts (re-writed)

Paring: Merle Dixon x female reader

Word count: 3,3k

Warnings: shooting, racism, violence, hard language, sexual content (cuddling, kissing, dry humping), the reader has conflicted feelings towards Merle

Summary: TWD s1e2 re-writed so that Merle doesn't get left behind; you're the one who makes sure of it

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When the others went downstairs, you stayed on the roof with Merle. He seemed to be on something and you were afraid he’d get himself hurt or killed if he’d be left alone. Maybe it wasn’t too smart of you though because when it was just the two of you there, Merle tried to get you to sleep with him. What a surprise.

“Come on, sugar”, he persuaded. “It’s just ya an’ I here. Ain’t nobody will ever know.”

You had blushed and kept your gaze away, a small embarrassed smile on your lips. His behavior didn’t really bother you like it bothered everybody else, not even now when he was high, but you surely weren’t going to do anything here on a damn rooftop. And not when he wasn’t fully here anyway.

“Oh, don’t be shy, honey”, Merle kept trying but you just glanced at him, not replying.

“I’m a safe guy to be around, ya know. I’ve done military service, and I'm not a bad shot even if I say so myself. In fact, I used to be one of the bests”, he continued to show off, trying to impress you. And truth to be told, you were impressed despite everything. He was a good hunter, that much you knew for sure. He always brought back a catch and these times that was a vital skill to have.

“Wanna see? I swear I’ll pop any of ‘em walkers down there!”

“I- I don’t know if that is such a good idea”, you said carefully, not wanting to piss him off. You knew noise was like a dinner bell to them, but there were so many of them already, how much worse could it even become?

“Ah, don’t ya worry darlin’. They can’t get to us.” 

With that, Merle grabbed the rifle and got up on the edge of the roof. You followed, leaning against the railing next to him. You couldn’t help yourself, you were a bit curious. You had managed to convince yourself to believe Merle and decided not to try to stop him.

“Watch this”, he grinned and raised the gun, rested his cheek against the stock, aimed carefully and squeezed the trigger. Headshot. The walker dropped from its feet. You looked up at him in genuine impression and he flashed you a smug grin.

“How ‘bout this? I hit ten of ‘em fuckers in a row and ya’ll give me kiss?”

“Um”, you said but the look on your face was that much interested that Merle decided to interpret it as a yes. However, he managed to shoot only a few times before the others came back running.

“Hey Dixon, are you crazy??” Morales shouted to him. You flinched but Merle just laughed.

“Ya ought to be more polite to a man with a gun! Only common sense”, he stated and jumped down from the railing, taking a few steps closer to the others. You stopped leaning on the railing but didn't approach them. You were alert, because although Merle looked amused, his mood could change in an instant.

“You're wasting bullets we ain’t even got, man!” T-Dog shouted at him, sounding both shocked and angry. “And you’re bringing even more of them down on our ass!”

Merle started walking towards him and clearly was getting annoyed.

“Hey, bad enough I’ve got this taco-bender on my ass all day, now I’m gonna take orders from ya? I don't think so, that’ll be the day.”

“Merle…”, you tried, carefully walking closer to him but he simply ignored you.

“That’ll be the day?? You got something you want to tell me?” T-Dog snapped. He had got enough of Merle’s bullshit. The others tried to calm him down but he was as pissed as Merle and wasn’t listening either.

“Ya wanna know the day?” Merle asked.

“Yeah!”

“I’ll tell ya the day mr. Yo. It’s the day I take orders from a nigger!”

Oh no, you thought and were precisely right as the next thing you knew, T-Dog tried to punch Merle, only leading to Merle hitting him with the stock of his rifle. Then the scuffle started. Some new guy, a cop, tried to get in the way, but only got to make acquaintance with Merle's fist. In no time T-Dog was on the ground and Merle kicking him. Everyone tried to get him to calm down, but he didn’t give a damn. Even your desperate cry for him to stop got no reaction from him other than a quick glance. 

For a moment it really looked like Merle was going to kill T-Dog, but then he just spit on him and got up on his feet. 

“Yeah, all right! We’re gonna have ourselves a little pow-wow, huh? Talk about who’s in charge. I vote me. Anybody else? Huh? Democracy time y’all!”

The others helped T-Dog away from Merle, not responding to him. You stood apart from them, shuddering and your eyes wide open. Merle was terrifying with his pistol raised and an amused look on his face. He wasn’t like this normally. Or well, he was, but not this bad. And he clearly wasn't stopping until he got what he wanted; he kept up the pressure until all but T-Dog had put their hand up. 

That's when you noticed the policeman was on his feet and before you could make a sound, he knocked Merle to the ground with the rifle and handcuffed him on the ventilation duct or whatever it was.

“Who the hell are ya?” Merle gruffed, though the look on his face was rather indifferent.

“Officer friendly. Look here now, Merle. Things are different now. There are no niggers anymore. No dumb-as-shit, inbred white-trash fools either. Only dark meat and white meat. There’s us and the dead. We survive this by pulling together, not apart!” The cop scolded Merle.

“Screw ya, man”, came Merle’s uninterested answer.

“I can see you make a habit of missing the point.”

“Yeah? Well, screw ya twice!”

“Ought to be polite to a man with a gun. Only common sense”, the cop mocked Merle by using his own words while pressing the pistol against his temple. You gasped and took a step closer, fear in your eyes. Merle surely wasn’t the nicest guy around but he didn’t deserve to die!

“Ya wouldn’t. Yer a cop”, Merle pointed out, and you really hoped he was right.

“All I am anymore is a man looking for his wife and son. Anybody gets in the way of that is gonna lose. I’ll give you a moment to think about that”, the cop said, but lowered his gun and patted Merle down, finding his drugs and throwing them off the roof. Merle didn’t like that too much and shouted insults at him without getting a response.

He was so angry you didn't dare approach him. Instead you went to take a look down the street like Andrea and Jacqui. The view wasn't too encouraging. The streets were full of the dead and you didn't think there was any way to get past them.

“How’s the signal?” Morals asked.

“Like Dixon’s brain. Weak”, T-Dog stated and got Merle to flip the finger to him. You couldn’t help but smile, but made sure Merle didn’t see it. He would have got really pissed off over it.

Your smile soon faded as the others tried to think of a way to get out of the city, but no one seemed very hopeful. Merle's comment about the streets being dangerous didn't help either. And when Merle tried to talk Andrea into letting him out of the handcuffs, you suddenly felt a rush of jealousy. Sure, you knew he flirted with everyone, but it still didn't feel too good. At the same time you felt rather embarrassed over your emotions. Were you really jealous over some asshole-drug addict-redneck??

“How ‘bout ya, darlin’?” Merle shifted his attention to you, his voice flirty and rather… soft.

You flinched and turned to look at him. 

“I know I didn't have time to take down ten walkers because we were so brutally interrupted”, he gave an annoyed glance towards the others, “but would ya mind helpin’ out a bit anyway?”

However, you didn’t have the time to answer as the others came up with a plan that might work, namely the sewers. Merle's attention also moved to them and for a moment he showed no interest in you. And in no time they were off the rooftop again, going to take a look at the sewers. Now it was Merle, T-Dog and you left on the rooftop. T-Dog tried to reach anyone on the walkie-talkie, but quickly became frustrated. Merle, of course, took the opportunity to make dumb-ass comments, as usual. You looked away and pretended not to hear their words.

Then Merle tried to make T-Dog to let him free. That bait didn't pull so Merle gave up. He had an easier target.

“So, honey, where were we?” Merle’s attention was undividedly yours again. “Get me out of these and I’ll make it up to ya. Huh? What do ya say?”

“I… um”, you didn’t know what to say. You kind of wanted to free him, but T-Dog was probably right about him only doing stupid things if that would happen. You had seen him acting violently before, and not just earlier that day.

“What, ya believe what he’s sayin’? I ain’t gonna kill nobody, don’t ya worry”, Merle smiled.

You shifted restlessly, glanced at T-Dog who looked at you with an expression that you'd better not agree, and then at the toolbox.

“Yeah, gimme that hacksaw, and I’ll do whatever ya want me to do”, Merle kept trying. “Come on, be kind to ol’ Merle, would ya?”

Your expression became increasingly distressed since you couldn't stand Merle's pleading, despite the playful, teasing tone of his voice. You took an uncertain step closer to the toolpack, then another.

“Yeah, that’s it girl, go on”, Merle encouraged you, but then T-Dog snarled at you: "'Don't fucking do that!”

"But..." you tried, but he wouldn't listen. Instead, he stood up and picked up a toolbox for himself so you couldn't take anything from it to Merle.

You turned your gaze to Merle with an apologetic look in your eyes and shifted restlessly again.

“I’m sorry”, you said quietly.

“Whatever”, Merle grunted and you felt bad.

Soon the others showed up again with a new plan which involved disguising themselves as walkers. It made you almost throw up but luckily you were allowed to stay on the roof with Merle and didn't have to chop up any walkers. The very thought disgusted you so much that you were merely glad you didn't have to go along. Now it was just you and him up there again.

“Fuck, did he take the toolpack with him?” Merle asked after the door was closed.

“Yeah”, you replied after a quick look around. 

“Great.” Merle looked really pissed. Then the look on his face changed. "See if the key to these damn handcuffs is around here somewhere, I'll give ya a kiss as a reward.”

You nodded, not having the guts to decline especially after how disappointed he had looked earlier, and started going through the stuff despite it feeling wrong to do so. But nothing was to be found.

"I'm sorry, Merle, it's not here."

“Fuck”, Merle cursed again, trying to pull his hand free. 

“Well”, he then breathed out. “We ain’t got much of a choice ‘ere other than to wait for ‘em to come back, huh?”

You nodded slowly.

“Let’s make some use of that time then. Come back ‘ere, hun, and sit down.”

Merle was clearly flirting with you again, and as crazy it was, you found yourself wanting to play along. He was in handcuffs, he couldn’t do anything way off, unless you’d let him. And to be real honest, he actually looked pretty damn cute there. So you sat next to him on the hot concrete rooftop.

“That’s it, good girl”, his voice came out low and raspy, and something about it made your heartbeat quicken and breathing deepen. 

His free hand settled on your thigh and he started stroking it, slowly up and down. His hand was so warm, the touch felt good, better than you had though. You felt flush rising to your face and realized you were getting aroused. Suddenly, scared by the intensity of your feelings, you wanted to move away, to stop this, but instead you leaned closer. You couldn't deny you had missed gentle touch, nor could you deny your rather questionable attraction towards him.

“Ya like that, don’t ya?” Merle kept talking and when you almost moaned as a response, he moved his hand between your thighs, rubbing you through your pants. You flinched and tensed up, before letting out a shaky breath and relaxing again. You hadn’t expected him to do that, but it felt… great. Your own hand reached down to Merle's thigh and you began stroking it in turn. You wouldn’t ever had the guts to touch him, well, there.

Merle chuckled and told you to sit on his lap. And so you did. You carefully crawled into his lap and he pulled you against him. You couldn't help but flinch again at the feeling of his already hard cock against you. You closed your eyes and breathed. Was this really happening??

“Rock yer hips, girl”, Merle commanded, and that’s exactly what you did. His free hand moved down to your butt while he kissed your neck. You took support from his shoulders and could no longer hold back your moans. Merle's soft lips teased your sensitive skin, and you clearly could feel your arousal growing. His touch felt too good but none of this was right. You had to do something.

"Merle, we can't...", you tried, but he just laughed.

"Why not? Ya sure seem to be enjoyin’ this.”

“The others, they can come back at any minute”, you explained almost hysterically. You couldn't stop this, you couldn't move away, you wanted him too badly. But you couldn’t do this, not like this anyway. 

And then the others came. You scrambled away from Merle's arms and tried to steady your breathing even though you knew you were deeply flushed and trembling, and hopefully not visibly wet. Merle almost laughed at you, but the others running like the devil was on their heels drew his attention away from you.

“Hey, what’s happening, man?” He shouted, turning to look at Morales who was the first one coming. 

No one responded.

“Hey, come on! Talk to me, y’all!” His voice suddenly became worried.

The others rushed to the edge of the roof and peered down. You followed the example, trying to find the ones who had gone out there. Then you noticed two very much alive people among the walkers, Glenn and the cop, and shuddered in terror. It wouldn’t be too nice to be down there. 

Merle had figured out the situation on his own and asked in disbelief: “That asshole’s out on the street with the handcuff keys??”

You turned to look at Merle but then T-Dog lifted out the key. Thank God, you thought but Merle didn’t look too happy. 

It had been a cloudy day, but you were still surprised by the sudden onset of rain. Although Morales assured it was just a short downpour, things started going all to hell down on the street. You walked away from the railing, you didn’t even want to see. If they’d get eaten, you’d be stuck on the roof forever. You tried to banish the thought, but it refused to leave. 

After a while you heard Glenn over the walkie-talkie telling everyone to get downstairs to the roll-up doors. Relief washed over you. They had pulled through the crazy stunt after all!

“Come on! Let’s go, let’s go!” Morales shouted.

Everyone, including you, rushed to get their belongings but then Merle's panicked voice reached you.

“Hey, you can’t leave me here! I’m not fooling, man!”

You stopped dead in your tracks while the others rushed to the door, and shouted for T-Dog to give you the key. To your surprise, he stopped and turned to look back at you two. Merle's desperate pleas almost brought you to tears and you felt a cold grip on your chest, but you extended your hand insistently towards T-Dog.

"Give me the damn key!" You almost cried but T-Dog didn’t seem to know what to do.

“We gotta go!” Morales shouted from the door before disappearing down the stairs. Now it was just Merle, you and T-Dog there. You knew that if T-Dog would decide not to give the key, there was nothing you could do. You had no gun and all he needed to do was to lock the door. That would be it.

“You can’t leave me like this, man! You can’t leave me here, not like this! Come on, man! It’s not human!” Merle’s voice became increasingly scared.

“The key, give me the fucking key!” You shouted, dropped your stuff and ran to T-Dog, who took a few steps closer and then actually gave it to you. You clenched the key in your fist and rushed back to Merle. Hands shaking, you unlocked the handcuffs. Merle immediately jumped to his feet in rage, showing no sign of fear anymore. 

"What the fuck is wrong with y'all, ya can't do that, ya fuckin' assholes!" He snarled.

You just picked up your stuff and grabbed Merle by the forearm.

"Come on, hurry up!" You rushed him and forced him to follow you down the stairs after T-Dog where he had disappeared in a flash as soon as the key had been handed over to you. You ran down the stairs together and reached the others barely in time. They had already climbed in the back of the truck when you two showed up.

“Wait, wait for us! Please!” You screamed, and thank God they did.

You quickly climbed aboard and at that very moment walkers started to appear from somewhere in large numbers. The cop pushed the pedal to the metal right away. You staggered and grabbed Merle who wrapped his arms around your waist. Fortunately, Morales rolled the door down so no one could fall out of the truck. Merle, on the other hand, turned the other way and let his rage out freely.

"Y'all are fuckin' pricks, ya can't just chain anyone up like that, leave behind without a fuckin' second thought. Just one, one fuckin' person, sacrificed a single thought for ol' Merle. Yer all idiots, I'll fuckin’ kill y'all!"

The others backed away from him if at all possible, as everyone was already packed into the front of the truck.

"Merle please, not now," you sobbed with your arms tightly around him. Merle leaned against the wall in the corner, mostly because you were clinging to him and refused to let go, and he had to somehow keep his balance.

"It was your own fault, you know. Nobody told you to be such an ass", the cop pointed out from the driver's seat.

"Who the fuck do ya think ya are?? Ya have no fuckin' right to decide anyone's fate!" Merle continued as if he hadn't heard.

“Merle, please”, you tried again, “please, stop it!”

Merle shook his head with a heavy sigh and dropped down on the floor, pulling you with him. You snuggled up against him and buried your tear-stained face against his neck. You were downright trembling and held on tightly to him.

"This ain't over", Merle grunted, but then concentrated on caressing you, not saying another word which was… unusual, to say at least.