#merle dixon x reader

[yanxidarlings]

YANDERE TWD

REUNITED (yandere! big brother! merle dixon x male reader x yandere! big brother daryl dixon) (yandere! gareth x male reader) (rick grimes x male reader if you squint) NOTES: fair warning, this is some descriptive disturbing shit merle dixon counts as a warning on his own as well. this went in many directions i originally set out for yandere headcanons for the two, then got into the terminus arc, and ended with some pretty vague alluding to yandere. might write a part two)

imagine obsessive! possessive! big brothers! merle and daryl dixon. the dead begin to walk and they keep the darlin safe, meeting up with the atlanta camp. but the brothers won't let anyone get close to the darlin, not dale, not carl, certainly not shane or lori.

somehow, the darlin ends up going with glenn into the city on a supply run, only for it to go horribly wrong. the darlin insisted they head into a chemist to "look for medications" in case anyone in the camp needed them. but it was a lie. the darlin just wanted to find something to help merle with the inevitable withdrawal he'd go through once his supply of drugs ran out. the chemist is overrun by walkers but the darlin insists. "we can clear it!" they say to glenn "it'll be worth it for m- everyone" the korean gave the other a skeptical look. in the end, there was just too many, glenn thought he saw the darlin go down and reluctantly returned to camp.

"oi! shitface, you think you're a big boy now? can do whatever you want now everything's gon' to shit!" the raspy, harsh voice of merle dixon echoed through the camp. the redneck tramped over to the SUV glenn was parking. he remained silent as he turned the engine off. taking a deep breath, the young man exited the car, staring at the grass.

the older dixon stormed over, aggressively opening every door of the vehicle until he reached the boot. filled with supplies. "where the fuck is m/n" he growled, coming closer to the asian "he better be pullin up in another car" merle spat out. "i- it was" glenn stuttered out, looking like he was about to piss his pants "it wasn't my fault, m/n was being reckless, i had no cho-" CRACK glenn's face was soon bloodied and bruised, merle now on top of him, yelling out profanities as he beat the younger man. "merle!" the others quickly ran to pull the redneck off glenn.

"you fucking ch*ng-ch*ng bastard i'll rip-" merle was pried off glenn, who was now rolling around in agony, his face a bloody mess. "what the fuck happen'd" merle rasped out, although to glenn it sounded like a croak "where is he" merle was still being held back by t-dog and shane as he continued yelling. glenn avoided the rednecks furious gaze "the walkers got him" he finally spoke, looking down.

for a moment it looked like merle was about to cry, for a moment merle himself thought he was going to burst into tears like a sissy. "no he ain't" but instead he picked up his shotgun, and got into the drivers seat of the SUV.

that was how andrea, t-dog, jackie, glenn and morales ended up in the city. that was how merle got handcuffed to a roof by "officer friendly" and that was why daryl yelled in agony on that same roof. in the course of a day, he had lost the two most important people in his life.

but merle had survived by cutting off his left hand, and the darlin had survived by covering himself in walker guts.

"china- no- glenn- don't- help!" the h/c-et screamed, the sound of his own gun firing defeaning his ears. as one went down, another lunged at him, rotten teeth clanking together, desperately trying to knaw into his flesh. but he wouldn't die here. he couldn't. not when merle was 'relying' on him to get drugs. maybe then, the dixons would start to treat him as less of a clueless child and more of an equal.

after taking down a few, m/n jumped behind the counter, rummaging through the medications, looking for anything that might help with the withdrawal, or better, give merle his next fix. more of the dead came at him, but he just kept shooting, stabbing, hitting, anything to cause the fatal damage needed to end the dead's miserable 'life'.

BANG one was down BANG another BANG BANG BANG .. the slide didn't move forward as he shot his way through another round. shit. he was out of ammo "glenn!" he yelled out as a walker fell on top of him, wrestling it's way closer to his skin. all the korean could hear was m/n's screaming. which only attracted more walkers. he saw the medicine that m/n had thrown over the counter before going down, stuffing it into his bag, he creeped up closer to the group of walkers that had acculumated, following the sound of m/n's scream. until it stopped. "m/n?" he uttered under his breath, but the pile of walkers on top of each other told him the other was dead. with tears in his eyes, glenn ran out.

m/n struggled against the strength of the walker. it was freshly turned, he could tell. otherwise it wouldn't be so strong. kicking, punching, reaching for his knife, anything to save himself from becoming one of them. plunging his blade into the side of the walkers head, he quickly slit the once-man's throat. covering his face in the blood. before moving down to the abdomen. cutting it open, letting the walkers rotting insides pour out all over him, the ones that had piled on top soon couldn't distinguish the smell of living flesh from rotting blood.

he went silent, breathing shallowly, hoping, praying, they'd move off him and he could silently slip out. but when he was finally free of the chemist, glenn, the supplies they had gathered, and the SUV were gone.

he walked the dead-ridden streets of the once bustling city, covered in blood, hidden in plain sight. he kept walking (which then turned into a limp after getting hit in the ankle by a flying bullet) becoming weaker with each step, hoping to make his way back to camp. only to come to the end of the trainline leading into suburban atlanta. TERMINUS the building read "those who arrive survive" he heard a feminine voice call out from the speakers. maybe they have gauze. he glanced down at his leg, the sleeve of his shirt he had tied around it now dyed red.

"community for all; sanctuary for all" he saw a young man- perhaps just a little older than m/n was, staring down at him from the window. something felt amiss, off, but m/n had lost so much blood he didn't care. he stumbled towards the train station, stopping and starting as he debated his decision.

daryl, merle.. they'll be wondering he thought to himself, stopping for the 5th time, but i won't make it back he began walking again but they'll be looking for me he stopped, nearly tripping but the sudden lack of motion if i found this place they'll find it too he picked up the pace again, frantically moving towards the gates but- as he stopped himself once more, he finally tripped over. right onto the walker trap the train people had set up. his left ribcage was pierced by the sharp metal pole sticking out of the ground, causing the h/c-et to let out a loud screech.

before he knew it people had come out, the same man that had stared at him through the window moments earlier put his hand on the wound, causing m/n to flinch "we're you trying to get yourself killed?" the man mused, seemingly unphased by the active bleeding out that was happening in front of him. the man spoke more words that were muffled as m/n fell out of consciousness.

it was pitch black when he opened his eyes. not a shred of light to allude to the location. pitch black. m/n's hands brushed her his torso, feeling the gauze that was tightly wrapped around his chest. it all came back to him. the chemist, the walkers, glenn, the train people. he shifted his arms, feeling the thin material he was lated on, and the cold metal it covered. attempting to hoist himself up, pain shot through his body.

letting out a groan, he laid back down, closing his eyes. is this death. it certainly felt like it. the nothingness, the pain, it was all he had ever imagined death to be like. what felt like hours passed, the nothingness was almost comforting, how long had it been since he could lay like this and do nothing with no worries. it was all ended when the creaking of the door signaled to m/n that he was not in-fact dead.

the sudden brightness was blinding "you awake?" a masculine voice spoke. m/n's eyes began burning from the light, "i guess" he replied quietly, his eyes closing. "good" the male put down a plate next to where m/n laid "eat up. i know this isn't the warmest welcome, i would have liked to show you around first" the man chuckled, leaning down, seemingly to get a good look at m/n.

the man- who introduced himself as gareth, began speaking about the community- terminus. that they did whatever they had to for survival, that m/n would have to prove himself loyal if he wanted to become apart of the community. he wasn't sure how to tell this gareth guy that he was leaving as soon as possible to find his group.

the discussion started off normal as m/n finished his food, until gareth started talking about how lonely he was, as the leader of this terminus community. it only got creepier as gareth started to call m/n pretty boy, edging closer to him. m/n doesn't want to know what would have happened if that middld aged lady (gareth's mother), hadn't called the man away.

it quickly became evident to m/n that he was never going to leave. gareth locked him in the pitch black train car for hours on end, opening the door when there were armed men to prevent m/n from trying anything. gareth would sit with him and talk, running his hands over the male's body, stealing kisses, it was a reprehensive routine m/n had become forcibly accustomed to.

it all changed the day the hunters attacked. m/n was in his train car, as usual, listening to the outside screams, wondering if the attackers were dead or alive. he knew they were alive when one pried open the train car door, and threw them self on him. he was then thrown into a cramped train car with other terminus residents, where the hunters hand picked who to assault and slaughter each day. he and gareth spent their days huddled up together, talking about their lives before. had m/n not accepted the hunters offer to leave the train car if he worked for them, gareth wouldn't have lost his mind. but m/n was desperate to get away. from the train car. from terminus. to find his family.

but the hunters caught him trying to leave. they did their absolute worst to him and then threw him back in. when the termites took back terminus, gareth locked the leader of the hunters and m/n into the same train car. "this is what you deserve" he told him, before locking the door shut.

perhaps it was years, perhaps it was months, maybe it was only a few hours. the horrors of the train car began to unfold, as the man who had once led the attack on terminus lost his mind: pouncing on m/n at random, screaming for hours straight, trying to eat m/n alive when they'd be deprived of food, ripping his ear off in hungered insanity. as m/n laid there bleeding from his ear, he decided either i escape or i die. had running worked before? no. was he willing to die trying? not really, but a man would do anything for freedom, and that's what m/n did.

the hunter had fallen asleep, a fatal mistake, as m/n wrapped his hands around the mans unshaven neck and squeezed. within second the man awoke but m/n was relentless, not letting go until the other went limp. i just have to wait now he cried to himself, hands shaking. calming, he began to strip the man of his clothes and use the fabric to restrain his limbs.

waiting for the termites to open the door with the meal made of human flesh felt like an eternity. the familiar sound of metal scratching and creaking filled m/n's ear, who quickly sprung into action.

grabbing the reanimated hunter by the hair, he guided it in the direction of the door, throwing it towards the woman holding their plates. she screeched as the hunters corpse sank it's teeth into her flesh, blood pouring from the wound.

m/n grabbed the woman's gun and bolted as the nearby workers aimed their guns at the walker, taking it down swiftly, but m/n had already gotten out of the train car. hiding behind what once was his cage, he shot at every person who came into view. eventually making his way to the fence, through the woods, he didn't stop running until the sound of gunshots stopped entirely. even then, he kept running. he ran for what felt like hours until his lungs couldn't take it anymore. collapsing onto the dirt, heaving in and out.

woodbury had fallen, it's entire population now living in the prison nearby. rick had relinquished his leadership, insisting the prison be governed by a council. he often went on runs by himself, to get away from it all, to look back on his actions, to find lost survivors. it wasn't everyday rick grimes came across a twenty something perhaps younger male covered in blood, breathing like he had never tasted air before. well, usually the young men were walkers. but this one was very much alive.

"please don't" the male groaned out, eyes wide, as rick approached with a knife. "who are you" he drawled out, kneeling down to get a good look at the other. the young males face was bruised, his hair covered in blood, an ear was missing, and the male was emaciated. "uh" the male seemed to have to think about it, as if he hadn't spoken to another human in years "m/n" he finally puffed out, bringing his hand up to his head, where the left ear once was.

rick's hands brushed m/n hair out of his face, causing the male to flinch away "how many walkers have you killed" the older man finally asked after several moments of silence. m/n just stared at him, as if to say he hadn't been keeping track "how many people have you killed" still, the same look. "water" "what" rick narrowed his eyes. m/n used his free hand to shakily point to the man's bag, where a bottle of water was latched on to the side.

rick was silent as m/n chugged the water down "do you have anything sweet?" "no i don't" "oh" something about the boy felt familiar. didn't glenn mention originally going into atlanta to find a boy with a similar description? maybe it was just that the male reminded him of his own boy in a way, or maybe he had already developed a fondness for m/n. "i have a camp" rick looked m/n in the eye "we have walls, food, a community, a doctor that can look at your wound" he added.

the h/c-et shook his head "not again" rick furrowed his brows "what" the boy started to pick himself up "i gotta, um" he started feeling around the ground for his gun, "gotta go" he finished as he felt the handle of the gun. stuffing the weapon into his belt, he stood up, using a tree as a crutch. "c'mon kid, you're going to die out here" rick leaned forward and took the gun out of the others hand "no im not! give it!" m/n lunged forward, only to awkwardly fall into rick's chest, sinking down back to the ground.

"you've got two bullets left" m/n looked up at rick with a glare "either you come back to my camp with me or i just wasted my water on a dead man" m/n held his glare until the sun got into his eyes. "whatever" he looked down, hoisting himself back to his feet with the help of rick's hand.

daryl squinted his eyes as the evening sun glared down, merle had stolen his motorcycle. again. the older dixon was always going off on fun runs without informing anyone beforehand. perhaps because the redneck had never really been accepted into the group like daryl was.

taking another bite of his pork chop, daryl grunted at carol who told him to go in and get some rest. but why would he want to rest when all he could think of when his mind was unoccupied was his baby brother, the boy he had pretty much raised, who was now probably a rotting corpse in atlanta. but daryl still held out hope that m/n had gotten out, that he was safe, that he would find him oneday. this was why he never rested, these thoughts would creep up in the younger dixons head.

the sound of his motorcycle rumbling told him that merle was back. the older dixon sauntered over to daryl, a cigarette sat between his thin lips, "look what you're big brother merle got you, darylina" he pulled a pack of cigarettes out his pocket, sliding it into daryls pocket. daryl said nothing, staring into the distance; was that rick? the figure was too far away to discern.

"dad!" carl called out, jogging down. "look what i- m/n?" the young grimes exclaimed as he came closer to the pair. rick carried the half-conscious boy through the gates "you know this guy?" rick looked at carl, who flicked the hair out of m/n's face to get a better look "he was with us back in atlanta, we thought he died on a run"

daryl's heart stopped, did he hear carl right? they were pretty far away. standing up, he threw the pork bone aside and marched towards the two- three. when he finally came close enough to see the persons face, he had to stop himself from tearing up in front of carl and rick "m/n" he uttered out quietly. the father and son came to a halt as he approached "you knew this guy back in atlanta" rick nodded at daryl "'course i did. he's my brother" daryl was quick to take m/n off rick. he wanted to cut the mans arms off just for touching his precious brother.

daryl rushed m/n into the prison, settling him in his cell, "go get hershel" he told carol, who looked just as perplexed as merle did as he walked into the cell. "m/n!? i thought you was dead" he breathed out, shoving daryl out the way, who was quick to push back, both wanting to be as close to their younger brother as possible "where'd you find him" merle looked over at rick, who was standing out front the cell "in the woods, looked like he'd been running"

rick moved aside as hershel came in, merle reluctantly stood up as hershel sat to access m/n's condition. "he's lost a lot of blood" hershel examined the ear hole where the flesh and muscle had been ripped from "we should have bob look at him, but from what i can see he needs bandaging and antibiotics" daryl grunted "i ain't letting no stranger touch him" he ushered hershel away, taking m/n's hand in his own "i found antibiotics on last weeks run, that gon' be enough" merle looked over at the old man, who nodded "we'll have to see how he reacts"

neither daryl or merle left m/n's side whilst waiting for the antibiotics to kick in. it was strange. no one in the prison had ever seen either of them so worried for or attached to someone. but for the six days and nights m/n spent unconscious, his body fighting off the infection from his wounds, recovering from the months of maltreatment.

when m/n finally opened his eyes, taking in his surroundings, daryl was leaned against the wall at the edge of the bed, eyes locked on the boys face "sleep well?" was the first thing he said after the two had stared at each other for what felt like an eternity "yeah" m/n spoke softly.

"i should have never gone hunting that day" "am i dead" the two spoke in unison. daryl breathed out "no, never gon' let that happen" he shuffled closer, laying down next to the youngest dixon.

daryl stared at m/n intensely, until merle was roused from his sleep "m/n, i told you not to go out of my sight" he grumbled, sitting forward. m/n looked up at the metal frame of the top bunk "i just wanted to get you some narcan" merle stared at him, blinking away tears "didn' have to risk your life for it" he pursed his lips "i ain't worth you dyin'" he added quietly, sitting back, his eyes not leaving m/n's.

the room went silent for a moment "maybe not, but you're my brother" m/n closed his eyes for a moment "do you guys have pop or candy here?" he questioned hopefully. merle let out a chuckle "i found a can on my run today" he chuckled out, before going quiet "i chugged it on the spot"

"you piece of shit!"

[dixonsgirl93]

How TWD men would react to you telling them they’re handsome

Daryl Dixon

- His eyes would widen slightly as he stared at you. It would be a couple of moments before your words sunk in and he spoke. “Uh…thanks? I don’t…uh… Why ya tellin’ me tha’?” He’d question more about the why, being suspicious. “Tha’s cute but I ain’t handsome. I ain’t… don’t lie to me.” You’d say again that you really think he is. He’d turn away before you could see his blush. He’d stare hard at you, probably looking for signs of dishonesty but when he found none he’d walk away, not knowing what to say. He’d also be thinking about it still in years to come.

Rick Grimes

- “Handsome? Really?” He’d smirk, not because of the compliment necessarily but because of your boldness to say it. “How uh…how long have you thought that? …Since you first lay eyes on me? Well, damn. Took you long enough to say somethin’. Yeah, that’s right, I’ve seen you looking at me.” He’d wink and step in close, pinning you against the car door. He’d lean down and whisper in your ear. “Later.”

Negan Smith

- He’d chuckle softly, giving you his classic sexy smoulder. “You really think so, huh? How handsome do you find me? You wanna fuck me, is that it?” At your blush he’d chuckle again and come closer to you. “Aw, c’mon. Don’t go coy now. Speak up, baby. I gotta know.” He’d get the information from you one way or another and then have his way with you, knowing you want him badly.

Merle Dixon

- “Don’t toy with me, sugar.” He’d warn, already assuming you’re playing some sort of trick on him. “You think I’m what now? Handsome? What’s that mean, huh? You like me or sum’n?” When you’d confess you did, his demeanour would change, becoming flirty. “Ohhh, you like old Merle now, huh, Sugar? Well, I know what we can do about that.” He’d smirk and pull you into him hard.

[betyloca]

Imagine: the group meeting the Dixons' best friend when she is much younger than them.

You were sitting near the group while you were helping to prepare the food, your friends were sitting on the other side of the camp.

Andrea: What a nice knife, where did you get it?

Y/N: Oh, Merle gave it to me on my birthday.

Andrea: What?

Lori: Are you his little sister?

y/n: no

Glenn: Your daughter? I wouldn't be surprised

y/n: ha not your friend

everyone:* in shock*

y/n: *looking* what's happening!

Amy: How old are you?

y/n: I'm 19, why?

t-dog: you are a girl what do you do by hanging out with adults

y/n: that's none of your business* while you're doing your thing*

t-dog: have they ever done something to you?

You turned to look at him with a frown.

y/n: excuse me, did they do something to me?

You began to move violently towards him, showing the knife.

Andrea took you by the arm, wanting to stop you.

t-dog: don't worry, it's not a big deal, just ask.

y/n: it's no big deal, you say you're a fucking idiot.

wanting to free you from andrea

Andrea: calm down

y/n: I don't calm down at all, I'm going to kill him

t-dog: it seems that spending time with them affected you

y/n: son of a bitch

You let go of Andrea and rushed to hit him right in his face.

lori: stop it y/n

Andrea: enough y/n

Daryl watching what happens

Daryl: What the hell is going on there?

Merle: Is that Y/N?

Daryl: Fuck.

Seeing what you're doing, he gets up quickly to stop you. Glenn tried to get you off T-Dog, but he only got hit in the nose.

Daryl: hey hey enough

taking you by the shoulders while merle helps you get off of him

Merle: wow look how you did it well doll

Daryl turned to look at him, rolling his eyes.

Daryl: Now is not the time.

Merle: Whatever.

Daryl: Let's go, darling.

While they were walking to their stores, Merle approached you, grabbing you by the waist.

Merle: Well done, we trained you well.

he said giving you a kiss on the cheek daryl vote to see them smiling

Daryl: leave it alone

Merle: Don't be jealous, Dalena.

I'm sorry if I write wrong, English is not my native language.

[allzelemonz]

Settle: Merle Dixon X Male Reader

Pronouns: he/him, Reader referred to as ‘man’ and ‘boy’ Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: E/Smut, language Warnings: Slurs (homophobic), Merle Dixon is his own warning, mention of Merle’s SS symbol, typical southern prejudice/homophobia, neck kissing, anal fingering, anal sex, cockwarming, hand job, cuddling, top Merle and bottom Reader Summary: After striking out with every woman in camp, Merle turns to you and ignores the gay aspect of sleeping with another man in favor of getting laid. A/N: Imagine my lack of surprise but utter disappointment in finding no male reader shit for Merle. Written out of spite. Enjoy.

After a third pill and a third strikeout, Merle is almost certain he’ll have to handle himself tonight. No woman in the whole damn camp wants any action, even with a touch of good ol’ Southern charm Merle attempted. Not a bite from anyone. So Merle stumbled through the cluster of tents, only half as high as he’d like to be and blue balls stiff between his legs. Just as he’s about to turn a corner towards his tent on the outskirts with his brother’s, he catches a pretty sight.

Not that Merle is gay. Of course not. But the man is asleep with his tent partly unzipped, shirt off and back arched like a damn whore. How could Merle not stare just a little. His eyes trail over your back, bare and just fuzzied by the drugs in his system that he may mistake things enough to ignore the dick between your legs.

So he kicks your foot, waking you up.

Your hand goes to your knife first, then you turn to see it’s not something dead behind you. “What, Merle?”

“Ya a queer?”

You squint at him, off put by the way he says it. “Why’re you asking?”

He shrugs. “Fella can’t be curious.”

“Not with that Nazi symbol on your bike you can’t.” You close your hand around your knife. “Go away.”

Merle chuckles, raising his hand in mock surrender. “Woah, woah, there… I was just askin’.”

You stare at him for a moment. “Fine. Yeah, I like men. I’m a queer. Are we done here?”

Merle bites at the inside of his cheek, trying to come up with the right words. “Ya let me fuck ya?”

“What?” You ask, sitting up to look at him properly.

Merle scoffs. “Ya heard me. Would ya?”

“Why would you-“

“Ladies ‘round here bein’ stingy.” Merle shrugs. “Hole’s a hole.”

“You’re joking.” You say in disbelief.

“Ain’t like I never fucked an ass before. It’s the same shit.”

You shake your head. “No, it’s really not.”

“Aw, come on, I’ll be quick.” Merle attempts a pout. “Ain’t no trouble.”

You sigh, shaking your head because you know it’s a dumb idea somewhere deep down. “Fine.”

Merle grins. “Atta boy.”

“Get on with it then.” You sigh, watching Merle step inside. “Zipper.”

Merle turns and zips the tent closed behind him, fumbling with it for longer than any regular person would. When he turns his hands go straight to his belt.

You watch his fingers move for a second. “You ever fucked another man before.”

Merle snorts. “Course not. I ain’t a queer.”

“It’s a little different, you know.”

“What?” Merle sneers. “I gotta play with yer pecker er somethin’?”

You shake your head. “Not necessarily. But you have to stick your fingers in for a while and stretch things out.”

“Yer just picky.”

“Maybe. Just do it, asshole, or I’m not gonna let you fuck anything.”

Merle pulls his belt free. “Fine. Pants off then, sweetheart.”

You huff, annoyed at Merle already, but it’s been far too long since you’ve had this chance. You pull your pants off, ignoring Merle’s eyes on your legs and turn around to lay on your stomach.

“Alright.” Merle grins, shuffling up behind you and nudging your legs apart. “What am I doin’ here, sweetheart?”

You turn your head back, half wanting to see the sight. “Put your fingers in your mouth.”

“Why?”

“Spit’s the only lube we have.” You mutter. “Just do it.”

Merle glares slightly, but does as he’s told and presses three fingers past his lips. He sucks on them, his other hand already going to your hip. It’s clear he’s never been the type to do this with any of the women he’s been with either. Without prompting, he drops the hand down and traces until he finds your rim.

“Ya ready for Merle’s magic fingers, boy?”

“Shut up.”

Merle chuckles, circling his finger around before slowly pushing inside. “Whew…” Merle exclaims. “Tight little thing, ain’t ya?”

You open your mouth to speak but Merle’s finger drags against your prostate and all you can manage is a groan as you bury your face down into your pillow.

He leans over you, his hand moving up to grip at the bare skin of your chest. “I find somethin’ good?”

You nod, mindlessly pushing back into him. “Fuck, Merle…”

He repeats the drag, his fingers moving quickly to fuck whatever sounds he can get out of you. You don’t expect much more, but he leans down and presses his lips to your neck. He trails sloppy kisses over your skin, his fingers fully thrusting into you at a quick pace.

“You want me?” Merle murmurs next to your ear. “Want Merle to fuck ya better than some fairy ever could, don’t ya?”

“Yeah…” You answer, spreading your legs as much as you can. “Why you’re here, isn’t it?”

Merle grins against your skin. “You just be a good boy. You’re good at that.”

He sits back up, removing his fingers and positioning himself properly behind you. His hands fix on your waist, pulling you back and propping you up on your widespread knees. You feel his tip press against you for just a second before he presses inside. There certainly isn’t enough lubrication or preparation, so the stretch of being entered hurts just enough to make a few whines form in your throat. Merle pushes all the same, stretching you open and filling you up with everything he has.

He groans as he bottoms out, running a hand over your spine. “You feel so damn good, sweetheart.” He squeezes your hip slightly. “Might turn me gay…”

Before you can think much about that, Merle begins to piston his hips at a quick pace. Both of his hands grip tightly at your hips and the force of his thrusts presses you forward into your pillow, only held up at the waist for Merle to fuck into you properly. You let him, relaxing into the hold and letting him use you because the slide of his dick hitting your prostate feels better than anything else. Merle pushes you down to lay flat, leaning over you and rocking into you as his head dips against your shoulder. The sleeping bag below you rubs at your dick with every thrust Merle gives you.

“Knew I liked you.” Merle mutters, half to himself. “Better than any damn woman… shit, sweetheart.”

Merle’s hips stutter and he groans as he releases, burying himself as deep as he can into you. You take heavy breaths as Merle relaxes on top of you, trying to ignore the squirming feeling of not having finished. Then Merle’s hand snakes under you, pumping furiously fast and gripping hard until you mutter his name and your vision blurs for a moment as you spurt cum onto your sleeping bag.

His hand slows to a massaging tempo and you can hear him inhaling strongly. “Ya gotta let me do that again sometime, boy.” He murmurs. “God, yer making me inta a queer.”

“Happy to help.” You mutter, still catching your breath.

Merle chuckles, letting both arms encircle you as he fully lets himself relax on top of you. “So ya liked my dick in ya?”

You bury your head into your pillow, avoiding his annoying question.

Merle chuckles. “Lemme sleep here?”

“Whatever.”

“Can I fuck ya in the mornin’?”

“If you want.”

He grins, settling his lips right next to your ear. “Ya gonna help keep little Merle warm all night too?”

You groan as he pushes against you, his soft dick still filling you and linking the both of you together. “Just sleep, jackass.”

He chuckles again. “Whatever you say, queer.”

[sinsandsweetness]

How would a threesome with Daryl and merle go?

I feel like Merle would make fun of Daryl for being slow/gentle, until dart gets so pissed at him and just fucking loses it: spanking and chocking and licking the tears off her face after she’s done gagging on merles dick

i think ur so right anon. 18+ content below.

What’s happening in front of you is a drastic sight in comparison to the sweetness behind you. Hands tangled in your hair, roughly steadying your head as the older Dixon practically fucks your face. His girthy length is hitting the back of your throat with every thrust. Oblivious of the fact that you can barely breath, or that there’s spit starting to drip down your chin and onto the bed. He doesn’t care. At all. His head is thrown back in ecstasy at the warmth of your mouth. Pretty lips wrapped around him and oh so eager to please.

It’s much different than the gentle touches from the man behind you. Hands roaming your back as he pushes into you. Slow, intimate thrusts. It’s good. You’re not complaining. But you also wouldn’t complain if he let loose a little. Smacked you around and showed you how rough he could be.

“You fuck like a girl, baby brother.” Merle’s voice rings through the cell.

“Shut up,” Daryl bites back, his next thrust already harder than the previous.

“I mean it. All slow and sappy. ‘Making love’.” He teases again, pulling you off for a second with a tug of your hair.

“She ain’t’ ever gonna cum like that ,brother. Gotta fuck her like y’ hate her.” He smirks down at you. Doe eyes sparkling up at him while you lick your way up his shaft. Tasting anything he’ll let you, while he gives you a moment to breath.

“Shut. Up.” Daryl repeats. Tone firm and irritated.

“No wonder he has anger issues,” Merle says to you, “Fucks you like you’re made of glass.” He looks up at his brother, forcing you to take his whole length with a gag.

“Y’ain’t gonna break her, Darleena. Why don’t you put a little pep in your step. She likes it rough. Told me so last night in the guard tow-.”

“I fuckin’ know how she likes it,” Daryl sneers, grabbing a hold of your hair and tugging you upward with a yelp.

“Ow,”

“Both o’ you can shut it.” He snaps. Your scalp starts to burn with how tight his grip is. Your hand goes back to grab at his wrist but he’s having none of it tonight. Not after Merle’s crude commentary and definitely not when he senses you biting back a giggle.

“You-” he nods at Merle, “You can sit down and deal with your own dick.” He leans in further, lips brushing you ear as he whispers, “and you. Think you could use a good reminding of exactly who you belong to.”

[daddygrimes]

merle: say one thin' ya like 'bout me.

y/n: easy, your brother.

[fanficsforfun]

Nothing crazy

Pairing: Merle Dixon x female reader

Era: Prison

Word count: 1,4k

Warnings: explicit sexual content (very vanilla though)

Summary: You’re feeling a bit down and Merle decides to cheer you up

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You were sitting in your cell, fidgeting a color pencil in your hands. You missed your old life, the normal days before the outbreak. Sometimes you had thought it was boring, but now you would rather live that boring life you once had. It was pointless to hope you could get back in those days, you knew that, but that's what you were hoping for. How nice it would be to take a walk in the neighborhood, see people doing whatever they would be doing after work, to go grocery shopping in a normal way, get to eat something other than canned food or hunted animals, live in a damn house instead of a prison… 

Suddenly Merle's voice pulled you out of your not-so-happy thoughts. 

"What's the matter, sugar?" He asked. 

"Nah, nothing really", you replied. Life was what it was now, there was no going back. You just had to live with it. 

"I don't buy that", Merle commented. 

You just rolled your eyes.

"Well, whatever it is, I know what could help", Merle replied with a rather suggestive tone. 

“Oh, come on. Don’t you ever think about anything else than-”, you started, but he cut you off. 

"Of course I do. But surely a little pleasure wouldn't hurt." 

You just raised your eyebrows to him, partly annoyed by his behavior, but partly interested. He smirked, walked over to you and sat to the end of your bed, leaning against the wall. 

"Come here, girlie" he called, positioning himself in a way that you could go sit between his legs. 

You hesitated for a moment but then decided to crawl over to him. At that point you just wanted to stop thinking about your old life, even though you weren't exactly in the mood. A smile rose to his lips as he asked you to lean back. You did, though you felt a bit nervous. Well, maybe it would be just fine as long as he would keep his wits about him on the way. Despite your hesitance, the warmth of his body actually did make you feel better. Yet you flinched when he wrapped his hurt arm around your waist. 

"Easy girl, I won't do anything crazy", Merle chuckled as if he would have read your thoughts. "I promise."

"Yeah, right", you commented sarcastically. Everybody knew that most of the time it was very far from the truth. Merle did nothing but crazy things.

"No, seriously. And ya can just stop me if anything's not okay." 

You only replied with a humm because he had slid his good hand over your thigh, although on the outer side of it. His hand was warm and sure and got all of your attention. Soon he moved his hand on your other thigh, repeating the same motion. You let out a contained sigh. His touch felt... good. It didn't take long before you started to feel a slight tingly sensation between your legs. You were getting aroused. Merle's hand had moved closer to your inner thighs, although still over the hem of your dress. You gulped and pressed your thighs tighter together. It was unbelievable how easily he managed to turn you on.

Merle's hand left your thighs, moving over your belly up to your chest and slightly brushing your neck. On the way down, he let it brush your breast. Your breath hitched at the touch. 

"Ya still alright?" Merle checked with a quiet voice. 

"Uh-huh" you replied. More than okay. 

"Good", came his husky answer.

When his hand next went up, it grabbed your breast, gently squeezing it. A jolt of pleasure rushed through you. The strong hand carefully massaged your breast, making you feel all warm inside.

"No bra", Merle murmured against your hair. "Naughty girl..." 

You felt heat rising to your cheeks. When Merle's thumb brushed over your hardened nipple, you moaned. 

"Feels good, don't it?" He teased. 

You hummed, arching your back a little to push your chest against his hand. Merle laughed quietly, teasing the nipple of your other breast through the fabric of your dress. After a while his hand moved lower, caressing your sides and belly. Eventually his hand returned down, he gathered the hem of your dress up, and then asked you to open up your legs. Your heart rate picked up but you did as he asked, and the next thing you felt was his fingers slowly brushing over your pussy. A small moan escaped from your lips. The touch was so soft you could barely feel it, but all the teasing had made you horny enough that your pussy was receptive to even such light touches.

Merle kept his word on not doing anything crazy. He just kept brushing your pussy ever so lightly over the fabric of your panties. Your pussy was swollen and needy already but somehow his touch was relaxing. All of this little playing, although clearly erotic in nature, was soothing to you. And it definitely had banished your thoughts of your old life. You could feel his finger slowly moving down and then back up between your legs, bringing so much pleasure with every stroke. You had to close your eyes and just enjoy the slow strokes teasing you so gently. It wasn’t your first time with Merle, you knew how skilled he was when it came to making love, but this was something new. It wasn't the usual hot and passionate sex but slow, a mixture of sensuality and casuality. And you loved it.

After a while Merle added some pressure, but still kept his touch rather light. You spread your legs further open, making him smirk. Then he pressed two of his fingers against your covered entrance, the smirk on his face widening when he felt a wet spot emerging on the fabric. You moaned at the sensation of his fingers against your core. You almost hoped he would just push them into you but of course he didn’t. He released the pressure, then pressed his fingers down there again. And again. And again. He then added a slight rubbing motion to it.

"Yer really enjoying this, ain't ya?" Merle teased when you started slightly rocking your hips at the pace of his fingers playing with you. 

You only moaned as a response. You hadn't felt that good in ages. It didn't take long until you started to squirm. The grip of Merle's arm around your waist tightened, keeping you still. Your head fell back against his shoulder, the frequency of your moans increasing. Warmth had started to pool in your belly, indicating your approaching orgasm. Merle started rubbing your pussy a bit faster, adding once more some pressure. You tried to hold back your moans as your pleasure grew, but they just kept falling from your lips. 

Just when you thought you couldn't take it anymore, Merle slid his hand under your panties, his fingers landing on your needy, sensitive clit. He rubbed it slowly, slower than just a moment ago when his hand was still outside of your panties, taking his time to bring you to the very edge. You had grabbed his arm, your pussy dripping wet from the teasing. When he noticed your breath hitching and your muscles tensing, he slowed the movement of his fingers even more. Every slow roll of his fingers on the little nub was bringing you closer to your relief, yet prolonging the moment so sweetly.

"There you go girl, I know yer close", Merle murmured. "Come on, come for me." 

You were running out of breath, your pussy feeling like it was about to explode, until the tension erupted and a warm wave of pleasure rushed through your body as your pussy was pulsating in the grip of an overwhelmingly strong orgasm. A whine escaped from your lips when Merle just kept slowly rubbing you throughout your orgasm, adding the pleasure of it. 

Afterward you felt exhausted. Your pussy was aching, your soaked panties feeling cool against your core. Merle held you tight, allowing you to recover. You couldn't remember ever having such a powerful orgasm as that Merle's skilled fingers had brought. When your breathing started to even out, you turned to Merle and had to admit he had been right, it did help.

Merle chuckled. "I told ya!"

[twigg96]

Merle X Reader HC/Fic

Sooo... I might have a thing for the Dixon boys lol.... Here are some HCs for Merle. Next in this series will be either Negan or Rick <3

Merle didn't do relationships... he normally did flings. Hot, steamy, one night stands that meant nothing to either partner. That took no emotional effort at all on his part.

Merle didn't normally do emotions. Emotions were messy. Emotions got him hurt. His emotional bandwidth was taken up by family. Or what was left of it anyway...

But then he met you... when his normal coping mechanisms of harsh comedy and pulling away didn't work on you and you only drew closer to the crass man only wishing to know him further... Merle started to become intrigued with you and these new feelings bubbling up in him. Although he wouldn't dare label the emotions as anything more than curiosity. You would say you and Merle had become thick as thieves.

He brought you home to meet his brother. Something he often did with some of his long term flings but something was special about you. Something different. He hadn't fucked you... as a matter of fact he didn't really want to or feel a need to... he just wanted to keep you close. Watch you hang out with Daryl in their little trailer and watch a shitty movie with an arm around your shoulder... if you let him. It was a weird feeling that pissed him off slightly. He knew your body was fucking smoking hot. He knew he should be simply banging you silly in his room, listening to this movie in the background, before moving on with his life. Not dwelling on whatever the fuck this new feeling was. But as you laughed at the movie, handing the popcorn to Daryl and leaning into his own side more, sharing a joke Merle knew would soon become an inside joke between the two of you, treating the younger Dixon as an equal instead of a pest or a nuisance who didn't belong in his own home like so many of his partners had before... it peaked his interest to peer deeper into those unknown emotions he was experiencing.

Taking you out to go hunting was just one way Merle showed his... interest in you. It was his way of showing off his skills in the sport as well as teaching you vital skills he learned in his life. Skills he hoped you'd never have to use. Skills he could never know would end up saving not only your life but the lives of many in the future. Merle saved for weeks at his shitty dead end job (dealing wasn't always what it was cracked up to be) to pay for all three of your hunting licenses (just cause he lived life in the fast lane didn't mean he always felt the need to skirt the law... didn't help he used a fake ID to get the damned things though) and everything you'd need to go in the coming weeks. If there was anything he could pride himself in it was semi-legally bringing food to the table.

Inviting you over the night before he let you take his own bed and to the amazement of Daryl he took the couch. Merle had claimed it was so that when he got up to get ready he wouldn't wake you, but in the morning when he woke up at the ungodly hour before the sun rose to find you already awake, completely dressed and brewing coffee, Merle was damned tempted to call off the hunt to spend the day at home hunting you. But Daryl coming out of the bathroom with a toothbrush hanging out of his mouth and a tired far away look in his eye reminded him he had a duty to get meat for harsh winter ahead.

However Merle never had the patience to hunt normally... So he brought along entertainment and some accelerators that made the hunt go by faster and in his favor. Leading you through the woods the two of you walked silently saying a quick good luck to Daryl as he took off on his own. Merle knew his brother always did do better on his own and would probably out hunt you both, his proclivity to hunt from the break of dawn until the sunset baffled Merle. Settling you down in a small grove of oak trees Merle wrapped an arm around your waist pointing in the direction the deer would appear if he scouted right. The sun slowly rose into the sky turning it a deep red before it ascended into the sky. The cool fall morning never warmed above chilling and the eldest Dixon knew the deer were bedding down to keep warm. Pulling you to your feet Merle walked with you. He had bought cherry bombs from one of the dealers he associated himself with for a case such as this. Using a slingshot and a lit cigarette he shot them into the thick brush when he got bored. Laughing as they exploded spraying twigs and dirt into the air. He'd deal with the aftermath of Daryl's anger later when they got home... but for now he let the beaming smile on your face drive him. Handing the slingshot to you, he pointed to a different spot in the brush, lighting the bomb with the end of his cigarette. Thunk... BOOM. You both laughed as more dirt flew and several deer jumped from the brush. They each darted in several directions and before Merle could pull his gun up to take a good shot; a gun beside him went off. It was the first deer you ever bagged.

As time went on Merle started bringing you with him nearly everywhere. To the grocery store. To the gas station. But mostly to the bar. You didn't seem to drink that much. If you did drink it was only a few before you limited yourself. Merle never had that kind of restraint. He over indulged. He always did. He was loud, crass, and could be mean as a rattle snake when he drank. More so than normal. It seemed to only be exasperated when he was under the influence. But you never seemed to notice or care. Still connected to his hip all through the night. Laughing at his shitty jokes. Correcting his over crass behavior when he got too rowdy. Keeping him from getting himself killed by sneakily limiting his drinks through the night. Or simply diluting them with water or seltzer.

You truly were his angel.

When some guy with a death wish decided he wanted to try and force his way between you two. “Damn, girl. You got a nice ass.” The jackass growled shoving himself between you and the eldest Dixon. If you hadn’t given Merle a talk before you both left the house he might have killed the guy already. But you promised him you’d do your best to handle it and would flag him if you needed. So with all the strength Merle had in his his drunken body. He walked over to join his brother glaring holes into the back of the asshole’s skull who swayed drunkenly trying to whoo you off your feet. “Surprised you haven’t laid ‘im out yet.” Daryl drawled following Merle’s gaze, glaring daggers at the jackass. “Seen ya lay guys out fer less before.” He hummed taking a sip of the beer he’d been nursing through most of the night. Watching as you shook you head politely at the man’s advances, turning to the bar and drinking down your liquor uncomfortably Merle simply hummed. “Said I’d stay back this time. But if he lays a hand on her it’s fair game, little brother.” Merle growled shooting Daryl a look that spoke volumes. Merle watched as you moved your body further away from the man as he stepped a little closer keeping your arms tucked tight around your middle to keep from accidentally bumping into him. Merle watched as you shook your head again standing slowly and shaking your hand. But that’s when the asshole turned into enemy number one. The dick bag had the fucking gull. The sheer audacity to grab you by the wrist, shoving you into the bar, caging you there with his body. He stood over you stumbling only slightly as you shoved against him with all your strength. Merle didn’t have to say a word when Daryl sat his beer down, knowing exactly what was coming next following him willing across the country bar. Merle grabbed the bastard by the ear, dragging him out into the alley between the bar and the abandoned building beside it. Together he and Daryl made the fucker regret the day he was born.

The day the world fell into chaos Merle hadn't believed it at first. What a sick joke. Human beings returning from the dead. Human beings eating each other. The world falling apart. You had come over early in the morning before work. Cuddling up to Merle he somehow convinced you to stay home, call off. Even if he didn't believe the shit himself. He just had a... feeling. Now he was glad he had it. Daryl had been up on the mountain hunting. Watching as camera men risked life and limb to get closer to the action you both speculated it was only in the cities... and it was... at first. Then you heard the gunshots next door. And Merle's military training went into overdrive. Grabbing dusty duffle bag after dusty duffle bag of supplies he had stashed around the house Merle tied them tight to his bike.

It took three days for you and Merle to find Daryl out in the woods. Luckily for you both the geeks had just as much of a hard time. There were no biters out in the middle of no where. And if Merle had thought that an emergency would have lasted more than a week for three people, he would have packed more water. But he didn't and with the biters carrying some sort of disease. Merle didn't want to risk catching it in the water.

The three of you raided houses and small groups for a time. Daryl hated it. That much was evident. You hated it more. You had grown silent. distant. Though Merle couldn't tell if it was because of hunger or regret that had you pulling away. But he tried not to think about it. He just tried to focus on the survival of all of you.

When you all made it to the Quarry, Merle had origianlly wanted to raid it like the others and dip. But the kids... You and Daryl wouldn't let him. And so there he sat, a week later. Wittling a damned fishing rod for some broad he didn't know so she and her sister could go try and fish... Useless. Meanwhile you were being hounded by the big headed prick Shane. Every time he turned around he was nosing around you. If it were any time before three weeks ago he would have laid Shane out flat and thought nothing about it... But now... he had to act right... or Shane would kick them out... not that he would give a shit... but You were right. Even if he hated it. There was a safety in numbers.

Unfortunately... Merle could never keep his anger in check nor his mouth shut for long. The combination always seemed to get him in trouble. With the law - he was arrested more times than he could count and with more prison time than he probably deserved but let go because a fantastic lawyer. With ex-partners- he always said shit he would regret- it cost him a relationship with one of his maybe kids... he really should have looked into that before the end of the world... But now he was handcuffed to a roof. no hope to see you again ever again. All because his big mouth and bigger ego.

Finding the graves at the Quarry was the hardest thing he ever had to go through beyond war. Digging them up with one hand in the wet muddy ground coming down off of all his drugs to be certain none of them held you or Daryl... was his coming to religion moment.

The entire time he worked for the Governor Merle searched for you and Daryl. If Daryl had you he knew you were safe. Not that he doubted you. Merle trusted that you were out there somewhere now throwing cherry bombs into the woods to scare the deer into coming out for Daryl.

Walking in the woods one night on patrol Merle counted the stars. The moon. He never really looked at them before. You had tried once to show him the constellations. Where they all where at different times. Stars were your thing. Not his. He pretended to be interested. But you could tell he wasn't interested. He wished he could give you the time now.

Months into his service to Woodbury he was out doing the Governor's bidding. There had been a disturbance at the line apparently. He was deployed to deal with it. He hated his job but... it made the time pass. Better than in a jail cell he supposed... Searching under cars and in broken grocery store windows he disposed of a few walkers before watching a shadow scurry across the dusty glass of a hardware store window. "If yer looking to get a weapon yer out a luck... but if ya need a tool-" He froze. You stood in the glass staring back at him fear washed over your face before you ran to hide behind some shelves. Had you not seen him? Not recognized his voice?! Or maybe he was hallucinating again... it seemed to be a theme recently. He was seeing your face everywhere. Even in the paintings that Phillip had hanging in the halls. Walking into the store Merle growled rounding the aisles looking for you. This was ridiculous why- Oh... it was just a teen... Letting her slip past him he sighed pretending not to see them at all just willing to tell the teams that they were seeing shit again.

The trek to the prison felt like walking into death row. From one prison into another Merle thought walking beside Daryl. He didn't dare ask about you. Though the question burned in his mind so brightly that he nearly screamed it several times. It wasn't the time... wasn't the place. Not after the things Daryl had seen. Not after the changes he'd made. He wasn't the same Daryl that Merle left behind. More mature. Decisive. It was good to see in a way. It brough Pride to his chest in way that made him want to smile. It also brought tears in a painful way that made him want to scream and cry out for the time he lost. When the gates opened and only hostility came... you never did Merle looked desperately to Daryl who only could look to the ground. "Went out lookin' for ya." Merle shook his head turning towards the gate. "Merle." Daryl yelled. "I... I'll take ya too 'em." Daryl sighed looking very much like the boy Merle remembered. Leading Merle to a group of graves only marked with crosses not in a dissimilar way that the group at the Quarry used Daryl stopped. Feeling bile rise to the top of his throat at the sick feeling of Deja vu Merle shook his head. "Went out lookin' for ya every day... one day... didn't come back so I went lookin'..." Daryl sniffed gesturing to a cross with your name. "Found 'em turned and wandering back by Woodbury... not sure what happened... but we have our ideas."

Merle lived day by day and in a daze from then on. He lived for Daryl. Had to keep him safe. Like he always did. but it was different. Without you there to light up his life he was just existing waiting for what he couldn't put a name to it. So when the governor wanted to meet. A trade. Merle knew what he had to do. You died near Woodbury. The Governor knew... now... he would pay... he would know not to fuck with Rick... He'd stay the fuck away from Daryl and he'd regret ever letting you die on his land.

Impulsive. Merle had always been impulsive. and it always got him in trouble... but this time as his vison faded to black and a light shined in his eyes he was sure was the sun... he heard your voice... and he smiled.

[mx-pastelwriting]

TWD HC - How you started dating them.

TWD x GN! Reader

Summary: How you started dating them.

Warnings: Fluff, Establishing a Relationship

Characters: Daryl Dixon, Merle Dixon, Negan Smith, Eugene Porter, Father Gabriel

Daryl Dixon

-After the fall of the prison, you and Daryl got stuck together, and though it was a tough time, he always made you smile—and maybe cry too. You and him did flirt with each other when the prison was working, but neither of you made a big move till now.

-When finding the house, you and Daryl finally had a break, you two talked, and finally you had to make the move, no matter how shy you were at that moment, and it was well rewarded.

-You had told him how you felt, and you knew he felt the same, but he asked, "So what, were we datin now?" You laughed, but you ended up saying yes.

-Making it back to the group finally, you had kept it on the down low, but you couldn't help but get caught holding his hand or being close to him and quickly moving back when someone walked past.

-Everyone knew Daryl was dating you, but Carol was the only one who told him. He walked off to tell you, but you were happy, and over time, so was Daryl. Now he is kissing you in public, holding you close, holding hands.

Walking down the long road, you held Daryl's hand, hearing everyone else talk and joke about things. You and Daryl were quite looking forward, though you had a smile on your face now that you were able to hold his hand in front of the group. There was nothing stopping you, maybe just Daryl not wanting to be in another love story, but you liked it, and he did too, though not admitting it.

You had been tried by hiding behind trees to say you had to go to the bathroom, and by Daryl saying the same just to wrap around to meet you. But since that day you and Daryl started dating, every moment has been one to remember.

-

Merle Dixon

-Meeting in Woodbury, you both crossed paths in the small community, One day he started to flirt with you; anyone would have been disgusted, but you felt something when he called you beautiful.

-You had asked him to coffee, and it turned into something else. He made you feel like nothing before, so you told him that you weren't going to sleep with him.

-He took it well, but he told you that's not why he started to talk to you, so he asked if you would be with him. Saying yes, he looked relieved and happy, his eyes lit up before kissing you.

-Walking around Woodbury, he would hold your hand and give you kisses on the cheek. He even cleaned himself up, wearing nicer shirts and showering every day; it was all for you.

-Would give you a little gift he found outside when he's off, knowing it was a hard time for you knowing he was out there.

Merle kissed you on the cheek before handing you what he was hiding behind his back: "I got this for you," he says in his voice, adding that you loved it so much. He hands you a bouquet of wild flowers, and you smile and kiss him. "Made me think of ya," he says shyly before walking with you back to your place to put them in a vase.

-

Negan Smith

-You only entertained his flirting because he was a very handsome man, but you weren't going to be one of his wives. But he brought you gifts and even gave you points.

-All that made your feelings for him bloom more, but you told him you weren't going to be one of his many wives, so he told you that if you would date him, he would drop all of his wives, every single one of them.

-Without a second thought, you took him up on it. He did move you into his room, but it wasn't soon into the relationship, as he had been asking you to be his for months.

-He would treat you like royalty; anything you would ask for, he would gladly get it for you, and if they didn't have it on hand, it would be on the top of the list.

-Gives you kisses every morning when you wake up, and takes you with him when doing his work, but if you wanted to stay in, he would join you. He lived every day with a smile, looking into your eyes, and loving every part of you.

You felt Negan's arm pull you into his chest; he planted his face into your neck. He laughed soaking in the morning; you were glad there was no one to share Negan with, he had all of his love for you. "Good morning, beautiful," he says in a hoarse voice. You locked your hands, and he pulled them to your face, kissing them. "Are you coming to work with me?" He asks, whispering it in your ear.

"Can we just stay in?" You asked. Looking over your shoulder and seeing him laugh, he takes a breath. "Now that is a good idea," he says before kissing your shoulder and cuddling into you, his warm chest making you shake. He was another person around you, and you soaked it up every day.

-

Eugene Porter

-Nothing really on his part, but little acts such as giving you gifts and saying he noticed that you liked them, and he would stick by you closely you could tell he had some romantic feelings towards you, but he never said anything.

-No flirting on his part, but if you were to, he would get all red and say "Thank you" and walk off.

-But you finally had enough; you knew he had feelings towards you, so you told him you had a surprise for him, it was a picnic, and he sat down shyly and watched you give him the food you had carefully packed.

-You told him you like him and hoped he felt the same, and you would like to see your relationship go farther. He pauses for a moment, taking in what you have just said.

-He said he would like that too before pulling out a little toy from his pocket again, telling you that he heard you liked them. You laughed getting out your celebratory dessert.

You had brought two cupcakes that you had to work tooth and nail to get the ingredients for, but it was worth seeing Eugene's face light up for. Seeing him all happy and speechless made you laugh. You handed him his and watched him carefully take a bite. He hummed with happiness. He was your now, and you socked up every moment, You took a bite of it, but you noticed he had some icing on his cheek.

Taking your thumb, you wiped it before licking it off your thumb. Eugene watched with cheeks that glowed red as you finished your cupcake with a small smile, thinking the same thing: he was yours and you were his.

-

Father Gabriel

-He would invite you to his church every day and even bring you some treats every morning. Even if you were non-religious, he would love to have you there.

-One day you did go and stay through the whole service. He seemed more confident and happy when you walked in.

-After the service, he sits beside you and asks how you liked it. Whatever your answer, he tells you that he's happy that you were there.

-After he tells you that there was a silence before you said "Me too," he puts his hand on yours while looking into your eyes. He told you that he feels a different kind of love for you, and he wanted to take you on a date.

-You agree that you feel the same, locking your hand with his. From that day on, you spend every day with him; you bring him lunch while he brings you breakfast, then he comes over to cook dinner with you, making every day a date.

You watch Gabriel chop the ingredients for the dish you suggested tonight; you have decided that you want to make a move on him tonight. Not a big one, just to let him know that you love him more than you did.

Stirring the food in the pan before walking over to him and waiting for him to pause, you wrap your arms around his waist, putting your head on his back. "I love being with you," you whisper, with the food sizzling in the background, "I love you too." He says that, though not what you had said, you said "I love you more," kissing his back before slowly moving back to the stove.

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[vilentia]

Surviving Together

Merle Dixon x reader

In the soft light of the fire's glow, the flickering flames danced across the rough contours of Merle's face, casting shadows that seemed to echo the hidden scars on his soul. It had been a long day of scavenging, the world outside still a battleground of chaos and decay, but for now, the two of you were cocooned in a fragile sanctuary you'd built together.

As you huddled close, Merle's calloused fingers traced a delicate path along your cheek, his touch more tender than anyone would have expected from the man who'd once been nothing more than a hot-tempered survivor. You leaned into his warmth, taking solace in the fierce protectiveness that had become the foundation of your love. In the silence, unspoken words hung heavy in the air. Merle had his demons, and you had yours. Your pasts were intertwined with mistakes, regrets, and a haunting sense of loss. But together, you found solace, and there was a shared understanding that transcended words.

The night whispered secrets only the stars bore witness to, and in that moment, it felt like you were the only two souls left in this broken world. As the embers crackled and popped, you saw in Merle's eyes the reflection of a man who had faced his demons head-on, a man who had walked through the fires of his own making and emerged, if not unscathed, then at least redeemed.

With a sigh, Merle pulled you closer, his lips grazing your forehead in a tender kiss. The sensation sent a shiver down your spine, as if he were trying to mend the invisible fractures in your heart. In his embrace, you felt safe, cherished, and, against all odds, loved.

This was your way of saving each other. In a world where death lurked around every corner, where humanity's worst instincts clawed at the edges of your sanity, you and Merle had found a lifeline in each other's arms. It was a love forged in the crucible of hardship and despair, a love that whispered hope even when the world seemed to have forgotten the word.

As the night wore on, you clung to each other, a lifeline in the darkness. Your love wasn't perfect, but it was real, and it was enough to keep both your fractured souls from falling apart completely. In each other, you'd found redemption and a reason to keep going, to keep fighting, and to keep saving each other, one day at a time.

And Merle, as he held you close, thought back to that day on the rooftop, when you'd saved him not only from the walkers but also from himself. You'd stopped the bleeding from his severed hand, bound his wounds, and refused to let him give up. In that moment, he'd realized that he wasn't alone in this world, that there was someone who saw the good in him, even when he couldn't see it himself. You'd given him a second chance at life, and he was determined to make the most of it, for you and for the love that had become his salvation.

[georgialeeches]

First time parents:

If you and Merle had a baby

slight Woodbury vibes

[betyloca]

twd characters with a silent s/o

daryl dixon

• He noticed at camp that you were very quiet or shy.

• When you sat down to eat around the fire with the camp, everyone was talking but you just watched without making a sound.

• until one day you were sitting next to him while he was telling you random things.

until I asked you why you never spoke

- Hey, why don't you talk, are you shy or something?

when I noticed that you took out a notebook and wrote in it

-* showing what it says* I am mute due to an accident that damaged my vocal cords but I am not deaf

• Since then he has been more attached to you, teaching you how to use weapons.

• since you are mute you have the advantages of being more agile without being heard

• teaches you how to use his crossbow

• he starts to get attached to you and always asks to go with you when you have to go get supplies

Rick grimmes

• He was an officer so he realized when he arrived at the camp that you weren't talking.

• By noticing that behavior more, I understood that you were mute.

• He would come to you if you needed help with something, which you always responded with a simple nod of the head.

• I started practicing sign language to communicate with you.

- If you need anything, let me know* communicating in signs*

- * while smiling * I am mute, not deaf, how do you think I can hear others when they talk to me * making signs *

-ohh

- *signing* well the intention is what counts

• well this way they have an advantage when they have to make an ambush

• he likes how well you get along with carl

• whenever they go to look for supplies he has you by the hand so you don't get lost

Gabriel stokes

• this man thought you were shy

• when he sat with you and talked to you you never spoke

• He thought you didn't like him until Carol told him you were mute.

• He started to get closer to you by asking if you didn't mind, you just answered no with your head.

• likes to spend time with you at church

• reads the Bible to you when you have nothing to do

- Are you sure you won't get bored?

- *Shaking his head*

- okay where was I?

• he likes to walk with you in Alexandria when it's night because he's so quiet

• gives you his bible when he goes to get supplies

• He worries when you leave but when you return he is very happy and hugs you.

Merle dixon

• at first he didn't realize how quiet you were and he didn't even care

• Until I started flirting with you I noticed that you never complained but you did blush.

• so I started doing it more often until I made some jokes

• one night when the others were sleeping you were outside your tents while he was talking

• until he told something funny that he saw that you were laughing but you didn't make a sound

- Hey sugar, you're mute, aren't you?

-*nodding*

- ohh I see that doesn't stop me from making you smile, don't you believe, sweetheart?

• He thinks it's an advantage that you're mute, so just like Daryln, he teaches you to be agile without being seen.

• teaches you how to use weapons while whispering double meanings in your ear

• he thinks it's better for you to sleep in his tent than in yours in case something happens and he can't hear you and why does he worry?

• fights with anyone who makes fun of your condition

• whenever they go by car to get supplies he has a hand on your thigh to calm you down

[dixonsgirl93]

Merle Dixon & his hands

[sinsandsweetness]

Hi again 🤭

💿 What do you think about this

The reader stays with Merle on the roof and convinces him not to cut his hand since he knows they will return for them, So distract Merle with some sex.

💕thank u💕

hehe this is so creative I love it <3

18+ below the cut

“Merle, you need to calm down,” you try reasoning with the man despite his thrashing and pulling at the metal that’s clearly been doing a number on his arm. Bloody and bruised already from his sheer panic and aggression.

“Calm down? Woman, I’m handcuffed to a fuckin’ roof! And you want me to be calm? When I see that asshole of a cop again I’m gonna-” he keeps blabbering on, but his vivid descriptions of skinning the officer alive and setting him on fire have at least succeeded in getting him to slump back against the metal and stop pulling on his wrist. You wouldn’t call him relaxed. Not in the slightest. But you do need him to calm the hell down. He’s convinced he needs to chop his arm off and you want to do everything you can to avoid that kind of shit show. You’re not a doctor. You don’t even know first aid. And even if you did, an amputation in the current worlds situation is… well… less than ideal.

While he goes on about the group from the quarry, spitting absurd insults and threats towards every single individual, you take the opportunity to straddle his lap. Climbing over him and trapping his denim clad thighs between your own.

“What are y-” your weight on his groin serves as a distraction from his vulgar ranting and has him breathing heavy within a second.

“Just- you need to relax. Let me look at your wrist ok?” You reach for him and he tugs at it, preventing you from getting a good look at the damage.

“What is wrong with you? I’m trying to help.”

“Well you’re doing a shit job.” He sneers.

“Oh really?” Your thighs tighten around his hips. Subtly grinding into the growing tent underneath you. “Why don’t you shut the hell up, quit fucking moving and let me assess the damage. I’m sick of you being a little bitch. Always jumping to the worst case scenario.” You mutter the last part under your breath, rolling your eyes in defeat.

You really are trying your best here. You already managed to reroute the dead things crawling their way up the stairs. It wasn’t like you two were in immediate danger. Not yet anyway. Besides the danger of dehydration, but you have a few hours before that would become a real issue. For now, with the sun setting and the air around you starting to cool right down, there was very little to be freaking out about. Best to use your energy on thinking up an actual plan, not just chopping off a hand that you’d never be able to stop bleeding without a trained professional.

“This is the worst case scenario, baby. We’re gonna die up here.”

“Don’t say that.”

His jaw clenches but his frustration doesn’t stop his free hand from inching closer to your hips, resting on them. Not yet pulling you closer but definitely not pushing you away. Finally you have him somewhat calmed down. At least as calm as you figure the older Dixon could even get in a predicament like this.

“Look, we’ll figure out. I’ll find something to cut through the chain. And we’ll go back to camp, find Daryl and get the hell out of there, okay?” Your voice is soft as you try and keep your boyfriend as calm as you can.

He nods. Closing his eyes for a moment with a sigh. He wants to believe you. That everything will be okay. He really does. But he’s still fucking fuming at the dickwad that chose to chain him to the roof in the first place.

“We’re gonna be fine.” You whisper, leaning in and pressing a kiss to his lips. Now that he’s finally done throwing his little temper tantrum, you want to do whatever you can to keep it this way. Calm, cool and collected.

His chest is moving underneath your fingertips. The slow rhythmic inhale and exhale of his ribs pulls you in.

“Need you to stay calm, baby. Just… just relax,” you breathe out, nose touching his own. It’s probably not the time for this. You recognize that. Making a move on him when you should be making your way down the stairs and looking for something to get him off of this stupid roof. But the warmth of your body and the hands snaking to the back of his neck seem to be pulling his attention even further away from the metal cuffs locked around his wrist. And to you, in this moment, that’s all that matters. A sweet escape from the chaos of the day.

The hand on your hip moves up your back, calloused fingers pulling you in while he tips his head up and catches your lips. Teeth unintentionally clinking together in a messy make-out. Your own hands starting to roam and pull at the stretched out tank top sticking to his torso from the day in the Georgian heat. Snaking lower, past his vest and towards the faded denim underneath you. Maintaining the messy clash of lips and tongues while you fumble with his button and his fly, him bucking his hips up to help the process. Getting his jeans shoved down his thighs. You lift off his lap for a moment, sternum now level with his mouth where he nips at the skin, pulling your shirt up past your chest with his free hand. You unbutton your own jeans, shimmying them down your thighs and tossing them to the side before taking your position once more. Closer now. Pressed up against his chest, with his arm wrapping around your waist and pulling you in.

Before you know it, your panties are pushed to the side and he’s filling you right up. Grinding down on him at the same time that he bucks his hips. Fucking you as best as the position on the concrete will let him. Your hands stay grabbing at every muscle and curve of his arms and shoulders. Rocking back and forth on his cock until you’re both a sweaty, panting mess of moans and cuss words.

With your forehead resting on his shoulder, you try to catch your breath. Relishing in the warmth of his body underneath you and the relaxing wave of relief that your orgasms pulled from you both.

The clatter of metal on metal echoes in the air and you feel him tug on his arm. Remembering the fact that he’s cuffed to a roof floods back to him and you feel an irritated sigh come from the man beneath you.

“Feel any better?” you kiss the spot where his neck meets his shoulder.

“Still chained to a damn roof, baby.”

You scowl down at him as you move to adjust your panties. Grabbing your jeans off the floor and slipping them on.

“… but yeah. A little.” He admits. You beam at him. Happy that your little distraction actually helped in lowering his heart rate. Looking up at you all mellowed out against the metal as he tucks himself back into his jeans.

You take a deep breath. Mentally preparing yourself to go face the dangers in the store below you, “Alright, I’ll be right back, ok? I’m gonna go look for some tools.” You start making your way towards the staircase before pausing and calling back at him.

“Merle, please don’t do anything stupid. Let’s just try and get you out of here in one piece.”

[slashingdisneypasta]

(Psst, << >> Merle Dixon lovers, hi ^^ 👋 Imagine him calling you his little pornstar all slow in that husky drawl of his. << >> Okay bye have a good day 👋)

[fanficsforfun]

Home run

Pairing: Merle Dixon x female reader

Era: Atlanta camp (season 1)

Word count: 1,4k

Warnings: explicit sexual content

Summary: Kinda part 2 for Sleepover in the apocalypse; you’re staying overnight with Merle again but this time things go further

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You were staying overnight in Merle’s tent once again, after a day full of flirting. It had started with smiles and kind words, slowly turning more into sexually charged comments and touches that you happily accepted. The whole time you had known Merle, there had been something in him that you were attracted to. And the whole time he had been flirting with you. Only this time something felt different. He wasn’t playing around anymore. He was serious.

It had been a warm day, even in the evening the temperature stayed at a comfortable level, and you had been sitting alone on a log by the already dead fire when Merle came to you wondering why you were there alone. You had shrugged your shoulders and said you were just hanging out, nothing special. So Merle had sat next to you and entertained you, until finally asking if you wanted to stay the night with him. And you had said yes.

Now, Merle was sitting on his opened sleeping bag and you were leaning against him in a half-sitting position. His warm hands wandered over your body, from your cheeks to your neck, shoulders, arms, down your sides to your hips and thighs and back again. He was making all kinds of dirty comments, of course, but truth to be told, you had never believed he could be so gentle, that his touch could feel so great. It was so… intimate, him slowly exploring your body, taking his time with it too. Your eyes fell shut and sighed softly as he slipped one of his hands under your shirt.

“Feels good, don’t it”, Merle murmured when his hand found its way up to your breasts under the fabric and lightly squeezed one of them.

“Uh-huh”, you mumbled, shifting a bit in his arms. You really were enjoying it.

Merle grinned, his hand moving to your other breast. He swirled his fingers over your hardened nipple, drawing a gasp from you. You had to squeeze your thighs together as your arousal grew by every little touch he had to offer.

“Yer gettin’ all hot already, ain't’ ya?” He teased, only to get confirmation when you shifted in his arms again, a small moan escaping your lips.

“Maybe I should give ya bit more then.” 

With that, Merle’s other hand slowly slid over your lower belly and cupped your sex while his lips found yours, catching them in a tender kiss. You moaned against his lips when he started rubbing you over your panties. It felt so, so good, those skilled fingers of his doing everything just right. After a while Merle slipped his hand in your panties, his fingers quickly finding your clit and starting to circle it. The stimulation got pleasure spreading through your body, and you couldn’t help but squirm under his touch.

“So wet…”, he whispered when sliding his fingers over your entrance, his voice low and raspy in a way that made you even more horny. This man really knew what he was doing, making you wish you’d got yourself into this situation earlier. 

Through your own horniness you could feel him getting hard, his length pressing against your back. The mere thought of it got you wild.

“Merle”, you moaned, unable to hold back anymore.

“Yeah?”

“I want you.”

“Whoa, are ya askin’ me to fuck ya?” Merle chuckled, a partly surprised and partly smug tone in his voice. You had seemed so shy and innocent, he hadn’t expected you to want to go all the way.

“Uh-huh, please!”

“Alright then”, he grinned, shooed you off his lap to get out of his clothes and dug a condom out of his trousers’ pocket. After noticing your surprised expression, he continued in an amused tone: "Ya think I'm totally reckless? Nuh-huh, ol' Merle knows how to handle this shit."

You giggled, feeling happy over this little detail he wasn’t gonna ignore even now when the world had gone all to hell.

“Lay down, girlie”, Merle smirked, nodding at his sleeping bag while rolling the condom over his hard cock. 

You did as he said though you had trouble taking your eyes off his equipment, and in no time he followed you. Merle helped you to get rid of your shorts and panties and then, having you in front of him with your legs spread and your swollen pussy exposed, he couldn’t help but give it a few slow strokes before guiding his cock to your entrance. The sensation of it teasing you, softly pressing against your core without entering just yet got you all excited. Finally, finally, you were about to get what you had been hoping for. You visibly tensed up and bit your lip, anticipation tingling in your body. Despite trying not to, you couldn't help but slightly rock your hips against the tip of his cock that was so cruelly teasing you.

“Merle, please”, you whimpered, being way too horny to wait any longer.

“Easy now”, Merle soothed you with a smirk on his face and leaned over you to give you a kiss. While his tongue played with yours, he thrusted in. You whined in his mouth, your nails digging into the skin of his arms. The sensation almost got you seeing stars, which you hadn’t expected.

“Ya alright?” Merle asked, pulling back from the kiss.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine”, you breathed.

“Good”, came his reply, and with that, he started to move slowly, almost lazily. He was in no rush, wanting to enjoy the feeling of you around him, how wet and warm you were. You squeezed your eyes shut, focusing on how his body felt on top of you and his cock inside you. It felt great to be so… full, his cock massaging your walls ever so slowly. As your pleasure increased, you started to thrust back, trying to get more stimulation.

"Ya want me to go faster?" Merle asked amusedly, and did just that when you mumbled affirmatively. The quickened pace made you moan out loud and quickly press your hand to your mouth, trying to suppress the sound. But Merle had a different take on that, grabbing your wrist and gently pressing your hand against the sleeping bag.

"I wanna hear ya, girlie", he playfully scolded.

His words caused another wave of pleasure to rush through your body and you couldn't help but smirk. 

"Oh, ya like it when I talk dirty? Ya naughty girl…" 

You could feel your cheeks burning hotter than they probably ever had, and looked away from Merle. For some reason you were ashamed of how much you actually liked it.

“Don’t get all shy now, it’s alright”, he soothed with an amused tone in his voice, giving you a little kiss.

You relaxed a bit, and in no time your embarrassment was gone. Soon enough it got replaced with sweet tension growing between your legs, indicating a closing orgasm. Your breathing became heavier as each thrust brought you closer to the edge. Merle didn't miss it, of course, and to tease you a bit more he slowed down, once again thrusting lazily in and out of you. You arched your back with your eyes tightly shut, enjoying the ever so slowly closing relief.

“Merle”, you tried, but he interrupted you.

“I know yer close”, he murmured. “Just come for me.”

That's all it took for the pressure to erupt, your pussy throbbing in the grip of a blissful orgasm and a warm wave of pleasure rushing through your body. You moaned, pressing your face against Merle’s neck, trembling beneath him. Your throbbing pussy made Merle come as well, and he fucked through the orgasms of both of you. Then he pulled out of you, leaving your pussy tender after him. 

“Christ, that was good”, he commented breathlessly. 

You giggled shortly, but unlike Merle, you started to feel uncomfortable being naked in a damn tent in the middle of nowhere and quickly got dressed. Merle just laughed at it, but followed your example. 

That night Merle held you close, his hand slowly tracing up and down your back. There was nothing outside but the usual nightly sounds of nature, not a single walker nearby. You simply hated the nights in this new world, but it felt safe to be by Merle's side. It didn't take long before you fell asleep there, your head resting on his shoulder and arm wrapped around him. And you were right about safety. Next to his sleeping bag, Merle's knife was within easy reach. He wasn't gonna let anyone, or anything, bother you.