The Walking Dead Imagines

Under My Skin | Part 2

The next few times that you saw the brothers, you made sure to wave politely. Merle glanced behind himself the first time, probably wondering if you were actually waving to him - but after then he would make sure to nod or smirk back at you. It wasn't about being polite - he couldn't care less to be a good neighbor as far as you could tell. But either way, you figured it was best to stay on their good side. It was pretty comical to see the look on Daryl's face whenever you would wave or smile at him, though. He'd awkwardly wave back, or nod his head at you. He always seemed so bewildered by your simple gesture, it made you curious to learn more about them.

About a week later you were outside, trying to clean up the house a little bit. It was your first day off in nine days and thankfully, a weekday - so your brother and sister were in school and pre-school. It was about two in the afternoon, and the sweltering Georgia sun was beaming down on you relentlessly as you scrubbed the windows of the small house. There were disgusting stains on it from smoke and God knows what else from the previous renter.

Dressed in bedtime shorts and a navy blue tank top that had become a little small - you were trying to reach the top part of the window, but you were not tall enough to. You reached up on your tip toes as far as your body would allow you, but it was no use. "Oh for fuck's sake!" You shout angrily, tossing the wash cloth down on the ground with an exasperated huff.

"Well, would ya listen to that pretty little mouth!" A recognizable voice calls out with a dry snicker.

You turn to face the older man, a hand on your hip while the other shields your eyes from the sun. Merle stood at the bottom of his stairs, a beer in hand and a smirk on his face. You let out another huff and wipe the sweat from your forehead, picking up the cloth from the ground and tossing it onto your steps with your other cleaning supplies. You were too annoyed to bother responding to him as you cleaned up. "Rough mornin?" Merle inquires as he approaches you. You glance up at his face, studying it for a moment.

He is dressed in a grey tank top today, rather than his normal wife beater - and black cargo pants with tears and stains that suggest they are pretty old. He clearly hadn't shaved in a few days as his stubble was uneven and scruffy across his face.

"It's noon," You respond dryly. You didn't intentionally come off rude, but you were not having a good day so far. You had been cleaning for hours, the heat was making you even more exhausted, and you were hungry. "Did you just get up?" You question, a small smirk tugging at your own lips. You doubt that he has a job or obligations - it wouldn't surprise you.

Merle lets out another dry chuckle, taking a swig of his beer and shrugging his wide shoulders at you. "Maybe." You roll your eyes at him and fix your tank top a little as it stuck to your sweaty body. You catch Merle's eyes shamelessly drift over your form and he lets out an audible noise. "Ya got a nice little figure, girl." He compliments with a shit grin, shifting his weight as he checks you out. You roll your eyes once more and walk away from him, approaching your car to grab your bottle of water off the hood. "Ya got a man in your life, Brittany?" Merle asks as he follows you. You raise an eyebrow at him and scoff, taking a long sip of your now warm water.

"Don't got time for that." You respond shortly. The sun continues to beat down on your skin relentlessly. You so badly wanted to just go inside and lay in front of the AC unit, to forget about everything else you had left to do - but it was broken. Just another thing to add to your growing list of things you couldn't afford to fix.

"Mm, I'm sure ya could make time, if ya wanted to." He presses, taking another swig of his beer. He leans a hand on the hood of your car, facing you, his larger body shielding the sun from your face. You raise your eyes to his and give him a look. You figure he's probably joking, but not entirely.