#merlexxdixon

[wexarethewalkingxdead]

[ injury ] sender cleans receiver's wound and patches it up {{For Daryl because Merle wants to take care of baby brother}}

PROMPTS FOR COMFORTABLE INTIMACY - *  adjust as necessary, send ’reverse’ for the reversal of the prompt - @merlexxdixon

NO LONGER ACCEPTING!

[ injury ] sender cleans receiver’s wound and patches it up

Daryl hadn't expected to get his ass handed to him. The asshole was a lot better at fighting than he appeared. He may have been scrawny, but he had skill. Something Daryl hadn't accounted for, and it showed with his busted lip and knuckles. And the black eye he would be sporting as soon as the swelling went down. There was also a deep gash above that same eye. He grumbled as Merle forced him onto the closed toilet seat and insisted on taking a look at it. "I'm fine," he growled, trying to push the eldest Dixon's hand away.

Merle sneered. "You're gonna sit down and shut up," he snapped as he pushed Daryl's hand back. He looked the cut over good. "Need stitches," he told him, shaking his head. He wasn't comfortable doing them himself, and he knew that Daryl wouldn't let any of the others take care of it.

"Just put the strips on it and be done with it a'right?" His lips fell into a frown as he watched his brother pick up the bottle of antiseptic to clean the open wounds. That shit burned, and he remembered hating that shit since he was a kid. "Fuck, Merle."

"Ain't my fault you picked a fight and got your ass kicked, baby brother." Merle unscrewed the cap, pouring some onto a clean cloth and instantly stuck it to the gash. It was better that way than pussyfooting around and drawing it out. "Bet you think twice before fuckin' with that little bastard again, won't ya?"

The stinging had Daryl's teeth gritted tight together. He spoke through his teeth, "Shut up!"

[deputygonebye]

@merlexxdixon || Starter. 

“Are you naturally this annoying, or do you have to work at it?” Shane mumbled under his breath, watching Merle out of the corner of his eye, the vast lake before them a secondary distraction. 

It was his turn to catch that night’s fish dinner. Whatever could be caught within those waters just near the group’s camp, off from the rocky shoreline, Merle was an uninvited guest but still did he make his presence known. A mouth such as his was renowned for not shutting up. An attitude just as bold - a flimsy fishing rod was held between tightened fingers, a grip that almost caused the knuckles in Shane’s hand to become white.

“When I said that I was takin’ over fishin’ duty today, my invitation  to join was directed toward Carl and Sophia, not you. Don’t you got somewhere else to be? Thought you and that brother of yours would be out catchin’ squirrels or somethin’.”

[bikeandarrow]

@merlexxdixon HIT THE ♥ FOR A STARTER

They were going to find her. He was going to find her.

Daryl had meant every word he'd said to Carol, and he'd meant what he'd said to Andrea, too. She was lost in some woods in Georgia - even with the walkers out there, it wasn't that dangerous. She could survive a few days out on her own, she just had to be smart. And kids were smart, a hell of a lot more than most people gave them credit for - hell, he'd survived on his own when he was younger than her.

But she wouldn't have to find her way back on her own, they were going to find her. He'd go out there every day for as long as it took, but he was bringing her back safe to her mom.

He wasn't going to let her think that no one was out there looking for her, no way.

The horse snickered under him, and he patted its neck, urging it on with a click of his tongue. It was good, he thought to himself, this vantage point - he couldn't see too far still, that was never an option in the woods, but he could see further, and that already made a difference. Besides, if Sophia saw the tracks, maybe she could follow them back to the farm.

"Let's go a little further," he said, half to himself and half to the horse, "then we can start looking for tracks. She's gotta be around here somewhere."

And that was when he spotted it - was that a camp? No way Sophia had set that up, she hadn't been missing long enough to scrounge all of that up. But she could have found it, and she could have decided to use it - it would be a smart choice. Not smarter than that house he still believed she'd found, but she might have wanted to keep moving. Except -

"Merle?"

That was all he had time to say before he started to feel the horse shifting below him, nervous little steps that he tried to calm before it bucked up, whinnying loudly, determined to throw its rider and make an escape from whatever had spooked it -

and down Daryl went, hitting the edge of the ravine before he rolled down the bank towards the stream.

[careol]

@merlexxdixon cont. from here.

               carol   has   her   fair   share   of   scars   on   her   body.      most,   if   not   all   are   a   product   of   ed.      the   few   that   aren’t   are   product   of   this   new   world   they   have   the   live   in.      ❝   don’t   worry,   he’s   dead.   ❞      she   needs   to   stop   that   train   of   thought   before   it   goes   too   far.      there   was   no   reason   to   get   worked   up   and   angry   over   a   dead   man.      that   bastard   husband   of   hers   had   no   hold   over   her   anymore.

               but   that’s   not   entirely   true,   is   it?

               words   have   done   more   damage   than   any   hand   or   belt   could   do.      it’s   that   which   sticks   with   her   more   than   the   scars.      the   scars   she   can   forget   are   there,   but   the   insults   hurled   towards   her?      the   daily   degrading   words?      those   seem   to   be   forever.      she   hears   him   still,   not   as   often   as   she   used   to,   but   every   now   and   then   when   she   makes   a   mistake   or   she   hesitates.      useless   cow,   stupid   bitch,   ugly   whore…      all   those   words   swarm   in   her   mind   in   those   moments   and   cause   a   sense   of   self   doubt.      it   doesn’t   last   long,   but   the   fact   it   exists   at   all   is   what   upsets   her   most.

               ❝   the   things   he   would   say   to   me   are   far   worse   than   any   beating   he   ever   gave.   ❞      hand   reaches   back   to   lightly   touch   his   arm.      just   to   connect,   to   know   he’s   there.      ❝   i   know,   though.      i   know   none   of   what   he   said   to   me   was   ever   true.      it   was   all   just   the   facade   of   a   weak,   cowardly   man   who   knew   he   didn’t   have   a   chance   with   any   woman   unless   he   forced   her   into   submission.      you   weren’t   there,   but   when   he   died?      i   swung   that   pick   axe   into   his   head   until   it   was   nothing   but   a   pile   of   mush.      just   wish   i   could’ve   done   that   to   him   when   he   was   alive…   ❞      she   turns   to   merle   then,   brows   furrowed.      ❝   does   that   make   me   a   monster?   ❞

[murkyhazed-is-archiving]

@merlexxdixon liked for deanna monroe to merle dixon.

               ❝   i   value   perspective.   ❞      deanna   spoke   with   a   smile   as   she   sat   on   the   couch.      the   elder   dixon   was   much   like   his   brother   she   noted,   though   a   little   more   CRASS.      however,   there   was   an   honesty   in   there   that   was   REFRESHING.      he   didn’t   hold   opinions   back,   and   though   people   might   not   LIKE   the   harsh   truth,   it   was   necessary.      ❝   i   can   sense   your   reservations   about   this   place.      let’s   talk   about   it.      TELL   ME   the   reasons   you   find   alexandria   not   up   to   your   standard.   ❞

[micsmasmuses]

@merlexxdixon asked : Staring was a crime because that ass begged to be touched and Merle never had a problem with answering things in spectacular fashion so there is no hesitation when he just reaches out and squeezes the other's ass with a drawled, "Sweetheart, wit' a peach this plump yer beggin' someone ta have a taste yer know."

He makes a surprised noise as his ass was grabbed. Gaze narrowing he looks at the culprit definitely not happy with being manhandled without his permission. Pulling the hand off he squeezes the wrist tight.

“Next time I’ll cut it off, got it Sweetheart?” he mocks slightly as he looks him in the eyes.

[mercyprevaild]

“  not everyone is just gonna become another scar. some people will stay, if you let them.  ” - @merlexxdixon (prison verse)

With his back turned to Merle, he finishes buttoning up his shirt then begins to roll up his sleeves. His eyes drift along the dull grey walls, sensing the movement behind him as the older man talks in a hushed voice behind him.

The irony is almost painful and he scoffs lightly as he finishes one sleeve and moves to the other.

"I'm not the one afraid of scars," he replies quietly with a cool glance over his shoulder. He keeps himself guarded despite the words coming out of his mouth, "Or the one who pushes everyone away."

Rick turns to face Merle then, unafraid of calling him out while simultaneously shutting down this attempt of intimacy. It is an intimacy that Rick isn't ready for and isn't so sure that Merle is, either. Maybe he was wrong about the other man, but his own heart is far too fragile to lay open and bare.

"I know you're only here for your brother." He doesn't pose it as a challenge, just a fact that he's been convinced of, "And that's just fine with me."

[knivesovt]

continuing from here.

          Merle Dixon was definitely the black sheep of the group. People were scared of him and honestly . . . who could blame them? He was a bit of a wild card -- he could be smiling one minute and throwing fists the next. That sort of unpredictability was dangerous. But for some reason, Sophia felt for him. Maybe she was just being too soft ( nothing out of the ordinary ), or maybe it was just that she wanted to see the good in people, despite how they may act. After all, it was a scary time for everyone, so she couldn’t blame someone for not being their best self. When he spoke, however, Sophia’s gaze lifted from the fire to look over toward the man. She wasn’t expecting him to offer such sound advice, but she nodded along, a small smile daring to curl at her lips. “ Yeah . . . I hear you, ” she agreed, then cleared her throat, her smile quickly fading as she focused on her thought.           “ But I -- it’s really scary sometimes. Uh, being out here, I mean. I just . . . I don’t think I could go through with killin’ someone. Living or dead. ” It was an admission that she had never made to anyone, not even herself. “ I don’t know if I can do it. ”

[irritableteadrinker]

There would have been a time where the open alcohol would be the first thing dealt with but those times had changed and so had he. So instead, he ignores that in favor of just reaching and taking ahold of the seemingly tipsy man with a drawled, "Darlin', if yer wantin' ta be cuddled all yer gotta do is ask, Ol' Merle."

Simon was taken by surprise, as Merle held him. Usually the Brit would quickly wriggle out of such situations, and run for the hills. But Drunk Simon stayed put. Almost melting against the other man. "Ehhh? Didn't take you for a cuddly bear, Mr Dixooon." He spot in a soft baby tone, even a light chuckle managed to escape him. "Just a big ole soooofty..."

[wexarethewalkingxdead]

🍐 - What sort of weather/season/climate do they feel happiest in, and why? What weather/season/climate do they hate? {{For Rick}}

random headcanons - @merlexxdixon

🍐 - What sort of weather/season/climate do they feel happiest in, and why? What weather/season/climate do they hate?

Rick is a huge fan of summer. He loves swimming and being outside in the heat. He's never been one to complain about the heat at all. He's not a fan of winter at all. He hates the cold and would prefer for it to be above 72 degrees all year long then go below fifty degrees.

[sonofsaviors]

@merlexxdixon

Merle snorts softly, “Boy, probably th’ smartest thin’ yer ever gonna do is not ta do that. Or really anyone at this point 'cause as yer no doubt realizin' th' goddamn dead ain't worse than the livin' in most cases these days.” And his lips curve upwards. “Daryl may be th’ sweet onna th’ two of us but even he has his limits on the bullshit he’ll take from anyone. Yer ol’ man better learn ta be careful ‘cause Southern Charm can come as a kiss with a fist.”  While he was sure the wound looked bad wasn’t worse than the one he’d done to himself. He’d be fine. What he did not want to be was beholden to the spawn of the man making his community’s life hell. Not a goddamn chance. “Been survivin’ longer’n yer been outta diapers. I can handle this,” he retorts as he drags the next one around. “Ain’t gonna be done in by a stab wound. Takes more’n that these days.” He gazes at the other sizing him up a moment. He dislikes how much these Savior pricks were making a mess of it but he has to remember that a terrible leader made for a lot of nasty shit people weren’t normally willing to do. He’d spent a year with someone like the Governor and knew that full well. However, as he considers he realizes it might be a teachable moment. If he knew some might as well give him some better training. “Suppose if yer gonna be the princess to the kingdom might as well c’mere an’ learn a thin’ or two. An’ get annoyed wit’ Ol’ Merle yer can get fuckin’ in line, sweetheart. ‘S a lon’ list. But suppose if yer wanna survive probably should know a few thin’s. An' honestly, considerin' yer daddy's penchant fer monologuin' an' that damn leather, I don' think he knows jack-shit on how ta survive outside." He slowly unshoulders a bag. "That is if yer willin' ta learn a bit."

Logan immediately scowled at being called a boy, even if it was technically true. Still, he was sixteen, almost going to be seventeen in a couple of months; he was practically an adult. He didn't care what this meat-headed moron had to say about his age. He had survived in this world since he was twelve; he wasn't going to let it beat him.

"Well that's fucking obvious. People sucked before they started dying and starting to eat each other." He folded his arms across his chest, rocking a bit on his heels and eyeing Merle a bit suspiciously. "Everyone's got limits. Ours was you fuckers attacking one of our outposts and killing people. And mine is people hurting my Dad." He growled, squaring his shoulders a bit to try and level up with Merle. He was young, but big for his age. "And my charm is several stab wounds if your idiot brother thinks he can hurt my Dad. Lots of stab wounds. In important organs and stuff." He added, a bit petulantly, but Dad was the last family he had left That was worth the threat of bodily harm to anyone who looked at him funny. Even if that person was a redneck that obviously had never figured out how soap worked.

"You got a problem with me leading the Saviors?" Logan immediately challenged afterwards, meeting Merle's gaze steadily, eyes narrowed. "I don't care how fucking old you are. It just makes you old, and cranky. And grumpy." He grumbled, but his annoyed expression had softened a bit. He was used to dealing with Simon and Dwight. There were few people grumpier then them. A lot of the other Saviors gave him shit daily, pushed him around and poked at his buttons. It was like having dozens of older siblings. Redneck Captain Hook would have to try harder.

"Leather's good against walker bites and scratches. Might think about that. Seen lots of people get bit on the arm or torso." Logan hesitantly took a seat beside Merle, still keeping a wary eye on him. "Sure it bruises, cause I guess they don't have bite inhibition anymore. All they care about is fucking eating now, but I'll take a bruise over turning." The young man's face took on a curious look as Merle offered to teach him, a bit of small smile quirking one corner of his mouth.

"Sure. Long as it's not," he puts on an exaggerating accent that might be close to Merle's, "jus' rub some dirt on it, boah." He shrugged his own backpack off, placing it in his lap and resting his arms on top. He played with one of the pins on the back, featuring a Savior's Athletics Logo. "Yeah. I'm listening. I'm listening."

[careol]

@merlexxdixon cont. from here.

               what   they   could   really   use   down   here   were   curtains,   or   some   form   of   barrier   that   could   prevent   situations   like   this   from   arising.      she’d   been   minding   her   own   business,   humming   quietly   as   the   warm   water   washed   over   her   tired   body   when   she   felt   like   eyes   were   on   her.      she   took   a   hesitant   step   back   from   the   stream,   eyes   opening   and   spotting   the   man   standing   there   gawking   at   her.      first   instinct   had   been   to   cover   herself   as   best   she   could,   though   it   was   difficult   and   essentially   pointless   given   he’d   already   seen   all   he   could   see.      it   was   rare   for   her   cheeks   to   flush   with   color,   but   this   was   an   instance   where   she   felt   totally   embarrassed,   and   a   little   bit   pissed   too.

               ❝   you   couldn’t   have   made   yourself   known   before   coming   to   gawk   at   me?      you’re   an   asshole.   ❞      maybe   before   she   would’ve   been   ashamed   of   her   body,   maybe   a   small   part   of   her   still   was,   but   her   confidence   had   grown   exponentially   since   the   days   of   ed   peletier.      she   knew   now   that   she   was   worth   something,   that   she   wasn’t   just   his   used   goods.      she   was   a   beautiful   woman   who   deserved   to   be   treated   like   such.      as   annoying   as   the   current   situation   was,   she   couldn’t   ignore   the   look   in   his   eye.      the   look   of   a   man   that   liked   what   he   saw.

               she   huffs   out   a   breath,   stepping   back   under   the   stream   because   she’d   been   getting   chilly   just   standing   there.      his   words   make   her   roll   her   eyes,   but   hell…      it   was   a   difficult   spot   to   reach   right?      there   was   also   a   part   of   her   that   was   curious   what   this   might   mean.      if   she   was   being   honest   with   herself,   she   had   been   rather   lonely   lately.      they   were   both   adults…      maybe   something   would   come   out   of   this   initially   awkward   exchange.      ❝   well,   you   gonna   keep   standing   there   or   make   good   on   your   offer?      who   knows   how   long   the   hot   water   will   last.   ❞

[murkyhazed-is-archiving]

@merlexxdixon liked for daryl dixon to merle dixon.

               ❝   fuckin’   thought   y’was   lost   to   the   dead.   ❞      the   dixon   way   of   saying   i’m   glad   you’re   OKAY.      daryl   was   a   little   better   at   showing   emotion   and   LOVE   to   those   he   cared   for,   but   he   still   wasn’t   an   expert   at   it.      at   least   not   with   people   OTHER   than   carol.      given   the   affection   he’d   just   displayed   to   her   moments   prior   after   she   appeared   in   the   clearing   after   that   terminus   shit.      ❝   how   did   y’find   her?      i   mean…      thought   she   was   gone   for   good. �� ❞      and   if   the   governor   hadn’t   chosen   the   moment   he   did   to   attack   the   prison,   daryl   would’ve   gone   out   and   FOUND   carol,   and   brought   her   home   where   she   BELONGED.      ❝   got   so   much   swirlin’   in   my   fuckin’   mind.      one   blow   after   another.      she’s   gone,   fuckin’   governor,   prison   fallin’,   gettin’   lost   with   beth   and   then…      fuck,   LOST   HER   TOO.      feelin’   so   damn   USELESS   lately.   ❞

[onebigerror]

@merlexxdixon

based on this ask: "So, care ta explain where yer think yer sneakin' off to when 'm pretty sure there was a rule 'bout not goin' no where alone. Th' dead are tryin' ta eat us after all. An' like it or not ... everyone includes yer."

fuck! he'd been busted and he knew it. cade slinked back into the doorway he'd previously been sneaking out of and diverted his gaze from merle. if he'd been smart he would have just ran but now it was too late, merle was blocking his exit. "i was..." how did he possibly explain this. he actually wanted to cry at that moment. finally, he slumped his shoulders and sighed. "i need medicine...for jill..." he muttered. that wasn't the right way to word it. shit! how did he word it. he surely didn't want merle thinking jillian was sick! "not for jill...but for me...for jill." that wasn't any better. "look, sir, you just wouldn't understand." merle out of everyone had to be the worst person to get caught by. he didn't strike him as particularly the open-minded one of the group of survivors. right now cade just wanted to sink into the floor and disappear. it wasn't like jill was going to like him in that way anyway even if he did manage to find the stuff he was looking for at some pharmacy. he was still lying to her - or at least that was his thought process even if he didn't view it that way. cade didn't even really know what he was looking for but he had a book that he'd found at the library in the prison. a hardcover edition of 'the pill book' - it should tell him everything he needed when he got to the nearest pharmacy. a least in his mind it would.

[mercyprevaild]

"Light tug” {{Feral}} - @merlexxdixon

It's sweltering outside. Spring has rapidly become summer and that meant there were things to do. Rick was thankful, he liked being kept busy and having something to keep his attention. He was good for more than keeping a bed warm and he tried to prove that every chance he got.

A tree has fallen down during the last storm and Rick insisted he could help cut it up, rather than letting it return to the soil. It was mildly surprising that Merle agreed to let him hold an axe but Rick was determined to prove that he could be trust, so he was on his best behavior. It wasn't easy work by any means, out in the sun and swinging an axe again and again until it was time to lug the logs back to the house. He decided half through to take a small break.

Stripping himself of his shirt to catch the little breeze that came through, he sat in a patch of shade where he could catch his breath. With his back to the house, he didn't hear Merle's approach and doesn't know he's there until there's fingers running through his sweaty soaked hair. They snag easily on the curls that grew tighter with moisture.

"Nnh--," the younger man bats at the hand in his hair, tilting his head back to give Merle a small frown.

[spilledblood]

( @merlexxdixon asked: ❛  sometimes, you can be infuriating.  ❜ )

rick can't be bothered to disguise the scoff that follows. it's not that merle's wrong — he's heard it before, but no one that's said it is quite like the eldest dixon. of all the people to say it, he's not sure he merle has a leg to stand on. he's the infuriating one?

he'd asked merle to join him outside the prison's walls to check the snares. if there's one thing he trusts merle with, it's his judgment in the wilderness, in hunting. he finishes resetting a snare before standing, brushing dirt and dying leaves from his knees. ❝ y'ever think you have that effect on people? ❞ as if merle alone had triggered rick's attitude. while he did a damn good job of it, rick doesn't put much of an effort to stifle it either. ❝ seems kind of bold comin' from you. ❞