Him (TWD//Merle//)

Chapter 8

Ahead of me, Merle meets up with a familiar face that I haven't seen for years.

I sneak up behind Daryl Dixon, a boy I used to consider my closest friend in my high school years, and put my hands in front of his eyes. It must've startled him, because in a flash, he has a knife pressed to my throat, making me choke out my suprise.

" 'Ey!" Merle shouts, enraged. He pulls me into his arms and pushes Daryl away from me.

"What the hell d'ya think yur doin' treatin her like that?" He questions.

I see something click in Daryl's eyes, and he drops his knife in seconds.

"Amy?" He whispers, "That you girl?"

I give him a small smile, "Yeah its me."

" Well I'll be damned," he smirks back, "I knew you'd make it out jus' fine. Yur a tough one ain't ya?"

Daryl steps forward to give me a hug, but Merle has trouble letting go. I giggle under my breathe.

He's so cute when he's clingy.

I slowly put my arms around Daryl and he does the same. I breathe in the familiar scent of Tobacco and dirt. To me it smells like home.

I even start to tear up a little, "Good to see ya again."

"You too," he pipes back with an awkward smile.

The sound of Merle's voice makes me take a step back.

"Sorry to break up this lil' love fest," he spits out bitterly, " but otha' people 'er in line fer their food too."

The tone of his voice stuns me a bit.

Is he jealous?

I smirk in realization. He totally is.

Merle picks up his piping hot stew, and sulks away. I watch him as he takes a seat in a dark maroon camping chair. He starts to pout while shoveling his food into his mouth angrily.

I feel kinda bad. I wasn't doing anything wrong with Daryl, I was just very glad to see my old friend.

After debating whether to go over there or not, I throw all my uncertainties to the side.

Oh hell, whats the worst that can go wrong?

Confidently, I make my way over to Merle, plant myself into his lap, and throw my arms around his neck. Being so close to him causes me to heat up and blush.

"Hi," I whisper into his shocked face. He's too stunned to respond.

Not knowing what else to say, I take a leap and try to show how I feel.

Slowly, I lean in and capture his lips. My lips tingle and my legs quiver as we move in sync together. Merle grunts in approval, and pulls me even closer to him.

This kiss, its like no other I've ever had. It made me feel wanted and safe. It made me feel alive. And i craved more of it.

Merle's tongue slips through my lips and massages my own. The tiniest of moans escape me. I feel like I'm in an inferno of fire.

He continues to amaze me with his addicting lips, by carressing them with his own, endlessly.

Even though the kiss was only a few moments, to me it felt like hours.

Slowly, Merle pulls away for air and time to collect ourselves.

"That was..." I start out.

"Amazing," he finshes, with a drunk look on his face.

My god I just kissed Merle Dixon. And I'm not even slightly ashamed to say, that I loved it.