'Loverman' - Merle Dixon x Y/N (TWD)

Black Diamond - KISS

 
  I gasped like a mom being woken as I felt tumbling and rolling. I couldn't see a thing, I couldn't move my arms or legs, and yet my mouth was untouched. It felt as if my hands and legs were zip-tied and my eyes had been blindfolded. My wrists felt strained badly, and my back ached, my legs feeling as I've just got over a charliehorse. -- It felt horrific. The leg with my torn ACL throbbed in pain, forcing me to whine in pain.
The nauseating smell of blood from the biter that winded off my shirt combined with the reeking stench of cigarettes in the air almost made me puke again, as if my stomach was feeling any better from earlier. I concluded I was kidnapped by whomever 'rescued' me.
"Where the fuck am I?" I shouted, my voice trembling, bouncing over the slightest rock in the road. I tried to reach my face to paw away the blindfold just to remind myself of my restraint.

"If yer not gon' treat me kindly after all I did, I'll throw ya' out this car."
A man said. His voice was low and raspy with a Southern accent. He sounded in his early 50s?... He sounded like he was addicted to smoking, if I couldn't tell enough by the aroma of his car.
"Listen, sweet cheeks, I did ya' a biiiiig favor savin' yer ass."
"Who are you?! W- What's your name?!" I tremblingly answered.
"Oh, darlin," he said. "That's just somethin' you'll learn sooner or later. For now, you just shut yer pretty lil' eyes and wait until I let you talk." He chuckled bitterly, almost like he was rubbing it in that I just got semi-kidnapped.
"And ya' better appreciate that I grabbed yer bags from that car. Why were you even in there?" The man asked. "I was looking for a place to hide and settle for the night.." I sighed. "It's so cold."
"Well y'know, it's fuckin' December." He said.

  I didn't want to be hurt or even killed, so I just shut up. --But my hands fidgeted with each other. The car sat with silence as I listened to the man's hoarse breathing. I didn't want to somehow 'disobey' him to the point of making him want to gut me, so I close my eyes. My stomach was churning, and acid bubbled into my throat like I was about to puke. My mouth salivate in a very unsavory way. I inhaled deeply through my mouth, my breath still trembling. Eventually, I fell asleep, trying to avoid puking or crying. My stress soothed with the silence.

If I had to guess, 20 minutes passed before I felt a rattling. The car stopped, and I heard other men yelling before the car door opened. Someone grabbed me and pulled me from the car, forcing me to walk. "Wait -" I tried to say, but someone had put me in a gag. I felt the cold breeze of the night pass me by as I walked, two hands on both my arms, occasionally bumping into stuff. With a clash, a creaky door opened and shutting and I knew I've entered a building. I kept walking until I felt myself slam onto the ground, a door shutting and clicking. I started panicking, screaming behind my gag, nothing was audible. I tried pulling the zip-ties off and nothing helped, it only made my wrists sore.

  "Merle, who the hell is that?!" A man said. This guy had a rough voice and a slight accent.
"Hot piece 'o ass I found on the side of the road! Hah!" Merle, the man who took me into his car said. I knew it was him by his voice, his raspy, deep, accented voice.
"You told us you were going on a supply run! What we told you about bringing people in? Especially by you," The other man said, the click of a gun cocking was noticeable. "Y'know I got a newborn and a boy here!"
"Listen, gringo," Merle replied in his very 'white' voice. "She ain't not gon' touch yer boy, she a Woodbury gal."
The other man sighed. "That girl can bring The Govenor back to us, Merle. Why do you not understand that?!" "Well, I'd be dammed if that one-eyed cunt wanna come back over here! Give me a chance, Rick. She may be an asset."
An elderly-sounding man spoke up. "I'm not the type to side with Merle, but give that girl a chance. We need all the help we can get, especially after the losses we've seen." - "Rick, there is a whole opportunity to regrow society, yet you hold back in fear of the unknown."
"Hershel, I-" Rick was cut off by the old man named Hershel. "And who knows what this girl has for us? She could be great in helping with the baby."
"Ya, maybe that lil' girlie had kids o' her own!" Merle said.

I sat with my ear to the cold metal door, listening in. Fear resonated with me as I didn't know if biters were in the area I was taken to, especially the fact I'm bounded by zip-ties. My exhaust pursued as time went on, my boredom got to its highest severity.
What was the intention?-- Of me being kindapped.. Why did that guy named Merle decide to save me? I utterly appreciate it with my heart, I thought I was going to die, but why did he have to tie me up?!

  I felt my eyes grow heavy again before I fell asleep once more...