That Gnawing Feeling * SMUT * ( Merle Dixon x Reader )

That Gnawing Feeling * SMUT * ( Merle Dixon x Reader )

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Hell, when the world goes to shit, whatever crappy life you led before seems almost nostalgic. In that sort of way, Merle's presence was like a breath of fresh air. A reminder that some things will stay the same in the world, even if a plague starts to raise the dead. And in a way, his own cock-sure smugness was the closest thing to happiness that I could find in our little group. Even when everyone was moping or feeling the depressive weight of the new world crushing down on them, Merle would be there with a shit-eating grin, ready to say the nastiest thing he could think of. And when he disappeared, I actually sort of missed him. I had used to laugh with him, joke back at him, stir up his crazy ass self because what else was there to do to entertain myself? When that truck came back with that newcomer- Rick- and Merle wasn't there, I actually frowned. As much as I hated to admit it, as time dragged on- as we were chased out of Atlanta, blown out of CDC, and booted onto the road where we eventually wound up on Hershel's farm, I began to lose who I felt I was. I didn't talk all that much- didn't have anything smart to say anymore. No more biting remarks, no more vulgar jokes, no more games of cat-and-mouse to play. I shouldered whatever weapon Rick gave me and cracked any Walkers over the head when they got too close without so much of a word. Death, despair, the like- it wore on everyone, and while I figured I had been too used to it before for it to effect me all that much, it had caught up to me. So imagine my surprise when none other than Merle fucking Dixon fell into my arms like some damsel in distress. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Slight Plot but mostly smut. Yes I'm aware he's a POS. I don't care I'm gonna hate fuck him anyways. You have been warned <33
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Sam: I was raised the way that teaches you to be selfless. That's what I was doing my whole life. Taking care of my little brother when my parents couldn't or didn't want to, helping with chores, working, doing my best at school so I don't embarrass my family name, following my father's dreams and mothers expectations. Everything for them, to satisfy them, to please them. No one was ever satisfied with me though, I'm never good enough for no one. So as usual I bought a drink to reward myself for a once again perfect score on the exam. One drink turns into five and I find myself following some guy with pretty eyes. What I didn't know is that next time we meet I'm not going to be the one drunk and it's not going to be the last time I see him either. Quite the opposite, he'll manage to turn my life upside down, ruining it completely, and only the end of the world will be able to fix all of it. Daryl: When I was younger I used to think I was born with a curse in my blood, but then I understood that life is just a bitch. From my mother's death to surviving under my father's thumb and then jumping under Merle's. Whole my life I stood neck deep in shit, be it bird shit, my own shit or my family's. Every day is a stupid fight to not drown in that pool of shit, and for years the only thing keeping me floating were drugs and alcohol. But then, this bloody sunshine dropped into my life. After all the years of violence and roughness I grew to crave him like a secret drug. His gentle touch, his unconditional love and care. As much as my scarred soul craves it, this thing between us is crossing all the lines and breaking all the rules I knew. So I drown in ecstasy and weed even more, trying to figure myself out, so lost in my own bullshit that I didn't notice that his perfect life isn't as good as he says it is, and when I finally open my eyes, he's gone. He's fucking gone, and world is too, or at least the way we knew it.

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