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

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.

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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