Life Goes On (The Walking Dead)

Chapter Five

I awoke to the sound of snickering.

"Aw baby brudder's got himself a girlfriend"

With that I felt Daryl snatch his arm off my waist and hurridly disintangled himself from me.

I rubbed my eyes, still exhausted, to see Merle standing in the open flap of the tent.

He had a devilish smirk playing across his face. I propped myself on my elbows, not wanting to completely get up yet.

"Well damn if I woulda known you'd be lookin' like this when yas woke up I woulda shared my tent"

My face crumpled in confusion before I looked down, scanning my appearance and figuring out what he meant.

Daryl's shirt had come unbottoned and revealed my stomach, and the top had shifted, revealing my shoulder and a good amount of my chest. Blushing, I righted the shirt and crossed my arms. I noticed that Merle had my shirt from yesterday along with a pair of shorts clutched in his hand. Both appeared clean and it seemed a good way to get rid of him. I stuck my hand out.

"May I have my clothes?"

"Dunno I didn't hear no please in there"

"Merle, jus' give her the damn clothes" Daryl said.

"I don't 'member askin' you baby bro. How 'bout you skid-addle on out to Officer Friendly?"

Daryl glared, seeming to contemplate the situation before brushing past Merle and out of the tent, leaving me alone with his brother.

"Merle, please, can I have my clothes?"

"Whatcha willin' ta do for 'em?"

"Just give me my clothes. Please"

He walked closer to me, uncomfortably close. He dangled the clothes in front of my face before tossing them to the side of the tent. My eyes followed their path in extreme confusion before turning back to Merle.

When I did his lips crashed against mine roughly and his hands found their way to my face, one cupping my cheek, the other gripping my hair, rooting me in place. I couldn't have moved anyway, I was so startled and confused I just stood there, feeling his hand slide from my cheek down to my waist, sliding to the small of my back, pushing me closer. When he failed to get a response out of the kiss he growled and brought his mouth to my jaw, making his way to my neck. His hands wandered down to my hips, squeezing, while his mouth roamed, kissing and biting at my flesh before settling in the crook of my neck. I could feel his teeth against my skin as he bit before roughly sucking. I let out an involuntary moan before I felt the sting of my neck and realized what he was doing. I shoved him away weakly, still in shock.

Merle chuckled. He leaned forward and whispered "I tol' ya we'd continue from where we left off. I'd say you had fun, in't that right darlin'?"

His lips were so close to my ear I could feel his warm breath, making me shiver as I watched him exit the tent smugly.

I remained still, still staring at where he had left in horror. I'd just let him....I shuddered, not wanting to think about it.

I pressed my fingers to the side of my neck, prodding the area gingerly. I sincerely hoped he hadn't left a mark. I knew it would make him even more triumphant and I knew he wouldn't be able to keep his mouth shut. That and it would make me feel tainted, not to mention the group would probably think I was a slut.

I hastily changed into the clean clothes, self conscious about my neck, but knowing that there is no way to check except gauge the reactions of the group.