#merle gets his arm chopped off

[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

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“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.”

#merle x reader #merle dixon x you #merle dixon x reader #merle dixon x y/n #merle dixon smut #T’s 1k celebration

[pherre]

the merle arm removal scene is like art to me. kravitz' cockney accent. magnus immediately yelling about chopping the arm off. justin losing it in the background the entire time. merle complaining about his arm being chopped off and then getting mad at magnus for doing it instead of at kravitz for lying to him

#its just great #justin's muffled laughter throughout the entire scene is what really brings it together though #balance lb

[barry-j-blupjeans]

@taznovembercelebration - Plant / Metal

Out of all of the perks he got from being one of the seven saviors of the world (though, in Merle's opinion, it wasn't like they did all the fightin' down on planetside), Merle thought he liked being given free stuff the best. Don't get him wrong, he definitely paid when no one was looking and always, always tipped, but at the very least, it was less stressful having to keep track of all his coins. Today, he sat at a café he hadn't visited in years and years, nursing a cup of coffee milk tea. There were a few other dwarves milling about, taking some not-so-sneaky glances at him every once and a while.

It's not like it was any different than the other times he went back to the Coralheart Clan for something. He was the same ol' Merle, just… famous. Really, really famous. He supposed that was the price he had to pay for being so great. At the very least, the whispers were now about Story and Song instead of how shitty of a husband and father he had been. Maybe Hekuba had finally told them off like Merle had tried to get her to do. Maybe they figured insulting him was a bad idea nowadays. Personally, Merle wouldn't go about raising hell for a little rumor, but at least he knew the crew would have his back if something did need to go down.

The door to the café opened, the bell above it ringing. Hekuba stepped inside, lifting her sunglasses up to the top of her head. She glanced around the room and spotted him, coming closer. She pulled the chair across from him out and sat down, setting her large purse on the table.

She seemed… uncomfortable. Frankly, Merle could not blame her. Their relationship hadn't really ended on a high note. Come to think of it, their relationship had never really had a high note. Obviously, there had a time when it had been decent, or else Merle wouldn't have even let the suggestion of marriage bother him, but still. He was gonna try to fix this. For the kids, if not just for him. And he figured that it was probably better to get it out of the way now rather than waiting for Hekuba to reach out to him. It was gonna be weird, either way.

"Wanna get a cuppa first or are you good?" Merle asked, raising his own tea cup. Hekuba's gaze flickered down to it, and then to his arm, and then back up to him. She shook her head.

"I'm good, Merle," she said. "You know, when Mookie said you were part tree, I thought he was just, uhhh, exaggerating. But, uhm."

"Oh, this ol' thing?" Merle said, flexing his right hand. A flower blood at his wrist, as if showing off. "Nah, Mags thought it would be a great idea to chop my freakin' arm off in the middle of a mission. 'Cus I coulda died or whatever. But Pan's got my back, so now I've got this cool new arm." Merle paused, squinting. "That Magnus isn't allowed to be near."

"Ah," Hekuba said, in her "this is a normal conversation we're having" voice. "I was going to say that most people seem to prefer some kind of metal for a prosthetic, but it… suits you. You were always pretty close to Pan."

"That's about the one thing I got right," Merle said. Hekuba didn't disagree, but she didn't meet his eyes either. "Listen, Heks, I know a lot has happened in the past few weeks with, uh, the Hunger and the Story and all of that. But I've been spending a lot of time thinking about… well, thinking about our family. And realizing that I was a real shitty husband to you and a real bad dad to our kids. And I've been tryin' with them- I'll keep trying, at least, 'cus they're worth it to me. I'm not gonna pretend like we're on the greatest of terms or whatever, but if- if you'd like, maybe we can figure somethin' out."

Hekuba stared at him, very clearly weighing her options in her mind. Merle cleared his throat.

"And- and if you don't want somethin' like that," he said. "That'll be fine, too. Whatever's best for you and the kids. But I wanna be in their lives, at least."

"I want a divorce," Hekuba said. She blinked, as if she hadn't expected herself to say that. "A legal one, I mean. We never really got any of that finalized because you just sort of… left."

"Right," Merle said. "Yeah, alright. A divorce would be a good place to start. D'you know anyone wh-"

"I know several people who can get us started," Hekuba said. She pulled out a pen from her purse and looked around for something to write on. Merle passed her one of the napkins and she scribbled down a stone frequency. She slid it over to him. "This is a law office up in Stonekeep that just got set up, one of my cousins work there. She can get us started with the divorce petition. I'll give her a call and she'll call you in a few days to get your side of things set up."

"You've been thinkin' about this for a while, huh?" Merle said, pocketing the napkin. Hopefully, he'd remember it was there before he washed these pants.

"I have been ready for this for a very long time," Hekuba said. "And it's about time we got all of our shit sorted out. I'm not gonna give you grace because you saved the world."

"I wasn't expectin' you to," Merle said honestly.

This Hekuba was more like the one he had married. She had been one of his first friends when he came into the Coralheart Clan and it had all kind of snowballed from there. Their marriage had been rocky at the best of times and awful at the worst and while neither of them were truly at blame- thank Pan the clan had become more relaxed about arranged marriages- their dynamic had shifted into one fueled by resentment and exhaustion rather than fun. Maybe he was just old, but Merle never really got the point of marriage in the first place. Or dating. But his dad had always said it was just one of the things Everyone Did and Merle had believed him.

Having the memories of those long, long talks with Taako and Lup really sorted some stuff out in his head.

"Good," Hekuba said. She seemed less tense now that she had gotten that out of the way. Her shoulders slumped some and she appeared a little more relaxed. "You said you wanted to see the kids more?"

"If it's alright with you," Merle said. Hekuba dug through her purse again, pulling out a notebook from within. She flipped to a page with a full calendar on it.

"If you're going to step up more, you have to know all the activities they are involved in and what time they're expected to be at school when it starts up again," Hekuba said. "Let's start with Mavis."

There were definitely some drawbacks to being famous. But Merle really couldn't complain about the free shit at all. He was going to need a lot more coffee milk tea to keep up with what Hekuba was about to show him.

#taz nc #taz november celebration #merle highchurch #hekuba roughridge #taz #taz balance #mine #ise cube writing #this one was fun to write! i love i get to make w merle sldfsd #planting the seeds of aro!merle for me and me alone

[severussnapedamagedlove]

MORE THAN A ONE TRICK PONY - Chapter 3 added :)

Read at https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14201958/1/More-Than-A-One-Trick-Pony

There was only one casualty.

Merle Dixon was lost in the city; the rest returned to their families.

Miranda wept as she held her husband called Morales close. She’d already mourned for his loss before his return. It fueled the rest of the survivors to cry. Amy and Andrea held each other in a tight embrace. Silent tears fell down their cheeks. They went all shiny, but still smiled.

Rick, of course, returned. Carl was emotional and Lori just gave him a hug. Her face was the wide-eyed blankness that set Laini’s skin on edge. It only worsened when Shane was involved in embracing his best friend and getting a status report.

Old habits, she supposed.

Jacqui and T-Dog were back. Their happy faces helped diminish the melancholy over camp.

The group had one person around her age that truly had no one else. A similar woe in the depth of their chests that no one quite understood: Glenn. He was a college kid, same as her, and had been a transplant to the area when the epidemic started. People were glad to see him return. He was a valuable resource. Glenn had the legs of a track star. There was no one better. Quick and quiet. The dead hardly noticed when he was around, grabbing supplies, searching, barely sparing a breath.

He was just the lifeline they all needed.

Laini approached Glenn with a smile. “Welcome back. Heard it was a close call.”

He loosed a shaky breath. “Too close.”

Before the run, he’d admitted that he disliked the idea of bringing people with him. In hindsight, his instincts were right.

           “At least you made it back,” she pointed out.

           “Barely.” He leaned forward. “Damn Merle got them riled. Had them banging at the doors. The building’s lost now. Full of them. But, we made it out.”

She nodded solemnly. “You’ll have to scout a new location.”

           “Yeah. Far away. Merle’s action attracted so many. I’ll have to move farther out to find a place quiet enough.”

It was Glenn’s loss. He’d been doing recon and selecting his safe zones since the start of the camp. It was his hard work that was now lost, thanks to Merle Dixon’s ass.

Laini frowned. “Did you at least get the things you needed?”

Her eyes glanced around to Shane, who was still absorbed in the Rick and Lori bubble. It clenched her stomach tight. So tight.

           “Not as much food as we’d hoped,” Glenn admitted. Her attention turned back to the guy in front of her. His eyes dropped to his feet. “Grabbed some supplies we need. Knives. Clothes. Sleeping bags.”

It was loss enough. There was no need to commiserate over what wasn’t found.

           “Good. We need those.” She unlaced her arms from her chest. “I’ll pass them out.”

Glenn and Laini handed over the sleeping bags to those who were in need of them. Lots of the elderly hadn’t the access to grab supplies before T-Dog loaded them onto the church van. He’d had only a few things he got his hands on before the thoughts of saving as many people came to his mind.

T checked on all of his fellow brethren and helped a few unload their new blankets from the packages.

Although it was small, they’d grabbed a hatchet for chopping wood. There was only one large ax in camp. Dale had camped out of his motorhome with the thought of surviving off the land where he went. It was the only ax capable of splitting the large logs.

           “Maybe for small logs?” Glenn shrugged. His eyes were downturned as he looked at the blade compared to the large ax leaning against the RV’s side.

           “Better than nothing.” Her fingers ran slowly across the smooth edge. “We can’t chop wood with our fingers.”

           “These are for you guys.”

A bundle of items was thrust into her arms.

           “What’s this?” She held the bundle like it was an infant. It made it all the more confusing, as she never held a child before.

           “Shane, um, said you didn’t like the tactical pants he brought, so I got you – er – stretchy ones.” He blushed. “He said that’s what you’d like. And, um, a knife and some gum. I couldn’t find much of it, but a couple packs. And…” He started to search around the back of the cube truck. “Oh. This.”

It was a square box. A piece of cellophane exposed the contents inside.

A loofah.

Her stomach tightened once again. It was not worth losing someone over these small ridiculous things, especially losing an entire safe building to scavenge through. However, it gave her a small twinkling piece of glee to have something as simple as pants that didn’t hug her thighs and ass with a suffocating grip, too tight at the crotch with a weird bunching that heaved her buttons upward like an erection.

Her hips shifted. “Um, thanks, Glenn. You didn’t have to do this for me.”

           “If there had been more food, I wouldn’t have.”

She nodded. A small smile on her lips as she held the things close. “Perfect.”

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[rattlerinthewheel]

Some snippets for a WIP prompt request

For some reason the ask disappeared so I can’t remember the other two prompts, but here’s some WIP snippets as prompted for by @ettawritesnstudies. Thanks for the ask!

Below the “Keep Reading” are two Rickyl snippets and some dialogue from Barksdale Original. Some gore and language but nothing pearl-clutching for this fandom. @uvgroovy the second Rickyl snippet is for that "what if" you asked me for about a century and a half ago. Apologies, wrangling a mortgage and trying to be a little less unemployed.

Snippets under the clickable thing.

Megalosaurus (scene that begins a chapter/story arc/etc.): a Rickyl thing in which Rick pulls Daryl over, non-walker AU.

WK9-D340

The Ford has a mile long list of violations, is registered to a driver with a longer rap sheet and an outstanding warrant, and who is infamous for going anything but quietly. That isn’t who is driving the ‘73 Ranger today; not Merle’s close-cropped, hay-colored fuzz through the back window but a tawny, shaggy mop. The loud Rick is bracing for isn’t the kind Merle’s known to give; a busted lip, a crooked nose, the kind of loud that would use Rick’s scrawny ass, as Shane called it, like a toothpick if there was any attempt to load the man into a cruiser single-handedly.

Daryl is a whole other species of loud, and that’s without factoring in the Motörhead leaking out of the cab. 

“License and registration,” Rick says as feel the hunger grow is cut short but still rings in his ears, riding the same autopilot that plugged the plates into the cruiser’s terminal: WK9-D340. A Sons of Confederate Veterans tag underneath—not accurate in the slightest.

Brachiosaurus - (a sad or tragic scene): from another Rickyl thing I'm working on, canon diverging from 7x01.

He Isn’t Until They Are

The fucked up part is, when they got that moment to decide which arm, Daryl wasn’t thinking about having to live with the choice they made. They’ve always had some plan, some way to get out of shit when shit goes south. It had already gone that way at that point, but he was splayed on the ground waiting for that rebound to hit. It happened with the prison; it fell, the Greene girls lost their father, and they all found each other again over the bloody trough in that warehouse. Mostly. He assumed there was some plan even after Glenn and Abe were gone, that the axe would come to a halt a hair’s width from the meat of his arm. Maybe that it wouldn’t even feign chopping at him—just go right into the hip or thigh of the asshole that was making Rick do it. Someplace that would let their group claw up from the gravel and overwhelm the rest of asshole’s folks, get some blood in return for what had been smashed out of them.

Instead, there was the wet rebound of the axe’s edge off his radius. A weird, agony-drugged haze that let him think around his own screaming: fuck, should’ve picked the left, and then only the hoarse snarling wrung out with each strike and the wet sucking of its pull out.

- - -

Transhumeral. That’s what they told him it was, a few days later when he surfaced out of the medicine haze and wasn’t clawing at anybody anymore. Carson and Jesus had a black eye that made a matching set. Gregory was frazzled and wringing his hands about it all (the resources wasted and what Negan would do if he found out, foremost) and leaving Daryl wishing he could take those black eyes off the doc and ninja and slap them on the paunchy old fuck. He starts to try, goaded by a wide-eyed, fish-belly coward’s face and a splutter that we don’t need him getting anybody else killed, do we? Daryl isn’t sure if that’s the meds of if that’s verbatim what Gregory says, only that he rips a few more stitches in the struggle, wastes more resources, and feels a sick kind of glee and then only sick when it’s quiet again.

When Carson’s cleared him, around the same time the doc’s black eye is shrunken to normal size and only has to shed green and yellow, the gravity of the situation hits. He’s fumbling on his shirt and gets what remains of his right arm inside its sleeve fine enough. It’s when he goes to button up that he realizes the fingers he’s reaching with are phantom, as well as a good chunk of the lower arm they’d come from.

Transhumeral. 

He isn’t even thinking about the bow until well after, when it’s night and he can’t tear around the house in Alexandria. Nobody’s slept great and that’s his fault too, so he has to simmer for hours. When it’s early enough that he can say it’s dawn and nobody’s going to argue, he sets out into the garage. The bike’s a slap in the face; another thing of his he can’t use anymore, with the bow lashed to the back. The garage is full of hard edges and shit that’s already wrecked, so he goes to town on whatever he can get his hands—hand, fuck—on.

Apatosaurus (favorite dialogue): this is more thoughts centered around some off-screen dialogue but it's my favorite thoughts centered around some off-screen dialogue. That counts, right? This is from Ch. 14 of Barksdale Original, currently working on that.

Barksdale Original Ch. 14

It’s one of those rare times Merle’s gotten a shift and is actually working it. It probably isn’t coincidence, how yesterday there was another try to get Daryl to call off the moonshine gig and how today Merle’s lurking around. His fine, but don’t come bellyachin’ when it all goes to shit and the way he threw his hands up felt like a last try. Merle hasn’t and never gives up like that, or at all. Even if it seems like it, like he’s spun it around so it’s at least not his fault, he’s waiting for things to go his way. Simply through how the universe ought to appeal to him, and Daryl isn’t sure where that spoiled attitude came from with a growing up like theirs was.

Daryl’s well-versed in his brother’s psychological tactics, isn’t as bendable as the rest of the world, so he ignores it.

If that doesn't count, here's some dialogue between Wyatt and Cal. Doesn't have a home yet in a chapter, but I like it, so it'll find a place soon.

“Man, fuck Lynn. She only wanted custody for the money. Would go out to Eutaw and slap half that support on the dogs. Fuckin’ bitch.”

“Why’d you still go when the courts asked you, then?”

“‘Cause fuck Jeb too, that’s why. Hypocrite, goddamn hypocrite.”

“Why?”

Wyatt regrets asking that. He has that ugly look of Cal forever in his mind, sometimes the default face even if what he’s thinking of should have a smile. “‘Cause. ‘Cause, ‘cause he—whatever. Forget it. You’d just defend him. He’s your hero, right? Big ol’ Jeb Harlan, can’t do no wrong,” Cal said, sneering at the end like you would at a kid arguing the existence of fairies and gift-giving folklore—like it’s high time the kid’s learned it’s not real and never was. There was a nastier film like pond scum, too; wanting to see the kid’s smile fall, see mean reality set in around the eyes like mortar.

Wyatt remembers doing his best to deflect, to go deaf to that tone. Let the kid in him have his beliefs a little while longer. “Hey, I’m gonna reheat some leftovers. You almost finished the bottle, why don’t we get some food in you—”

“An’ fuck Mattie, fuck. Fuck. I love him, man, but fuck he’s an asshole sometimes. Yeah, yeah I’m starvin’. Think I’m gonna give him that bike I found, we get it workin’. Hey, see if Jeb’s found the service manual. We still got that Chinese?”

#ask prompt #twd fanfiction #rickyl #daryl dixon x rick grimes #daryl dixon x oc #wip excerpt #the walking dead fanfiction #the walking dead #barksdale original

[murkyhazed]

you’re not dead yet. - philip @ merle !

@innerwar

               events   were   FUZZY,   though   that   would   happen   to   anyone   who   sawed   their   own   hand   off.      if   it’d   been   a   quick   chop   it   might’ve   been   easier,   but   merle   had   to   saw   through   FLESH   AND   BONE   to   get   out   of   those   damn   cuffs.      doesn’t   know   how   long   he’d   been   wandering,   all   he   remembers   is   what   happened   on   the   roof   and   what   he’d   had   to   do   to   survive.      somewhere   between   the   roof   and   passing   out   from   blood   loss   and   starvation   he’d   been   FOUND.      found   and   saved   apparently.      when   he   passed   out   he   thought   he   was   done,   that   he   was   DYING.      only   to   have   woken   up   with   four   walls   and   a   roof   around   him,   and   a   bandage   around   his   handless   arm.      he   blinks,   eyes   adjusting   to   the   light   before   finding   the   owner   of   the   voice   that   spoke.

               ❝   shit…      fuckin’   feel   like   i’m   dyin’.      where   the   hell   am   i?      and   who   the   hell   are   you?      ain’t   no   reason   to   have   saved   me.      y’don’t   know   me.   ❞      merle   can’t   help   being   DEFENSIVE.      he’s   in   a   strange   place,   still   starving   and   in   a   hell   of   a   lot   of   pain.      can   he   really   be   BLAMED   for   acting   out?

#innerwar #* &. merle dixon. #look at us getting to use our shitty muses

[thelittlethings66]

Moving On

After I have calmed down I decide to talk to Carol. 'Hi Carol'. She just looks at me. I just wanted to see if you were ok. I'm sorry I punched him, I just wanted him to stop, I hope I haven't made it worse for you'. 'It's ok don't worry I know you were only trying to protect me, I hope your hand is ok'. She quietly says. 'Its fine i'll heal, anyway I will  leave you be'. As I leave Andrea calls me over saying dinner is ready she managed to catch some fish with her sisters help. 'This looks amazing well done ladies'. 'Its no problem our dad thought us well'. Says Amy. 'He sure did.' Says Lori as she started to eat.

A few hours has passed now and it was dark out. We were all sat around talking keeping warm by the fire. Carol, Ed and their daughter Sophia were sitting way behind us keeping out the way. Mostly away from Shane I think. 'Where are you going?' Andrea asks Amy. 'I have to pee, try to be discreet around here'. She walks to Dale's RV.

Suddenly we hear a scream. A Walker is attacking Amy biting on her arm. Everyone starts to panic they start to appear from everywhere swarming on the camp. Screams everywhere people being eaten. Shane starts shooting them telling everyone to get to the RV and hide. Jim is bashing them in the head with a bat I notice one biting him so run over stabbing them in the head with my knife. I help him over to the others. I then see an arrow fly past me and hit one straight in the eye to my right as Daryl and the guys start shooting what's left.

After a while it goes quiet and all we can hear is the sobbing of the survived. Crying over the loss of their families.

Throughout the night and as the sun rises we clean up camp making sure the dead are fully gone. Burning their bodies. And burying their loved ones. I stand still looking over camp thinking about my brother and that I never got to put him to rest. About my family on the other side of the world if this is happening to them too.

I then hear a gunshot and see that Andrea has shot Amy. After staying up all night with her. Crying. Carol is hitting Ed clearly letting out some anger and pain.

After alot of discussion we all decide to go to the CDC to try and get some answers. To see if we can help Jim.

After I have packed up I walk over to Daryl who is packing his stuff. 'Hey'.'Hey'. 'Merle?'.' He weren't there'.' He got off the roof?' Yeah, son of a bitch chopped off his hand, after you left him there!. He shouts to the rest of the group. I smile. 'What you smiling for?' 'Nothing I just think he will be alright, he's tough. You will meet again someday I'm sure' He chews his lip. ' I thought you'd be happy'. 'Why?' 'Nobody liked him'. 'He was a dick yeah but he is your brother you love him that's enough, plus he wasn't that bad to me.' He scoffs. 'Ya hand what happened?' 'Um I punched Ed'. He scoffs again. ' Good.' 'Come on let's go!' Shane shouts. 'Hey, you wanna....um...ride with me in my truck?'. 'Really?' 'Yeah, you don't have to..'. I chuck my stuff in the back of his truck next to his bike. 'Come on then Dixon'.

We dont talk much on the drive it's quite nice actually. The peace and quiet after last night. I just lay my head back with the breeze in my face and try to relax. Somehow I manage to fall asleep waking up when the car stops. As I step out the car I notice Rick putting Jim against a tree at the side of the road. He is in too much pain. He waves me over. 'I'm so sorry Jim I tried to help'. 'You did, you gave me another day, I am grateful for that, I will be with my family now.' He looks at peace. I walk away and we all drive off once more. I don't fall asleep this time with my mind racing too much. I notice Daryl keeps looking at me but not saying anything. Which is fine by me, not in the mood to talk.

After a while with the sun getting lower we finally arrive at the CDC. We all grab our stuff and slowly walk towards the building. Daryl right by my side. There are bodies everywhere the smell is so strong I can nearly taste it, I feel like I am gonna be sick. When we reach the door we realise no one is there Rick keeps banging on the door. Making too much noise. The walkers notice and slowly start to wander our way. ' The camera it moved!'. He shouts. 'No it didnt man your seeing things'. Shane replies. 'Let us in! My family! My son! Your killing us!'

Then the doors start to rise. The light is bright. And we all slowly walk in.

#the walking dead #daryl dixon

[wasabikatieart]

Merle: [slow, gasping] God... lied.

Magnus: God lied to you?

Merle: [slow] God liiiiiied to meeee. You have the prettiest eyes.

Magnus: Okay, yes I do, but focus up, what do you mean, God lied to you?

Merle: I'll say it a different way. Godddddddddd liiiiiiiiiiied toooo meeee.

#mcelroy #McElroy family #justin mcelroy #travis mcelroy #clint mcelroy #taz #The Adventure Zone #taz art #taz fanart #merle highchurch #merle hightower highchurch #crystal kingdom #god lied #merle gets his arm chopped off

[cuz-reasons]

God merle getting his arm chopped off will always be one of the funniest parts

#straight up i wasnt feeling to good this morning and now post arm chop im feeling better #just the whole scene is great #highlights include kravitz trying to get merles attention #justin just losing it in the background #merle calmly telling noelle to look and her just losing it #how travis immediately went to chopping off the arm #and how he got advantage cuz of his previous experience with arm removal

[dishsaop]

so im listening to taz for the first time and ive been v v v v v minorly spoiled and are u telling me that the guy im pretty sure taako ends up dating is a stone golem and also tAAKO JUST THREATENED TO HENTAI SHADOW TENTACLE FUCK HIM IN THEIR VERY FIRST MEETING

#also??? merle getting his arm chopped off??? holy shit??? #sloan and hurley got me Fucked Up #i really like the director i hope she ends up happy #m text

[thatrandomwriter]

Returning the favor

Merle x female reader, reader saves Merle’s life after he cuts off his hand

Warnings: sexual language, slight gore, cursing

A banging at the door made me jump awake - I never slept deeply anymore, and I spent most of my nights in and out of what could barely be described as sleep, easily woken and constantly exhausted.

My first thought was a particularly persistent walker. But then I heard a voice, raspy and southern “I saw you through the window. Open up. Or I swear, I’ll kick this damn door down.” It was most likely a looter. Opening the door to him seemed immediately like the stupid option, but if he was serious about knocking my door down then I would have to find a new place to hide out, an extra risk I could not afford to take. My best bet was to overpower him at the door. He’d seen me through the window and probably assumed that I’d be easily threatened, but what he hadn’t seen was the pistol I kept hidden by the door, or the knives I had stashed under my mattress and around the small room.

The banging on the door got more persistent. I grabbed a knife, and ensured my gun was easily in reach. It wouldn’t hurt to have extra weapons he didn’t know about.

I swung open the door. A tall, broad man stood in my doorway. One arm was pointing a gun vaguely in my direction, the other dripping so much blood it almost looked black. His hand had been cut off.

“Get out. All your shit is mine now, don’t think I won’t shoot you just cuz yer a girl,” He sneered at me, feigning confidence, but his skin was tinged grey and sweat was beading on his brow. He was weak and there was no way he could physically overpower me in this state, despite his muscular frame.

I raised a sceptical eyebrow at his threat. Then, in one swift motion, I knocked the gun from his hand and pushed my knife to his throat, firmly enough for a small bead of blood to gather on the edge of the blade. He opened his mouth, probably about to say something stupid, before the full weight of his body collapsed into me and he lost consciousness.

*

Somehow, with strength I hadn’t even known I had, I half lifted, half dragged the man’s body over to my mattress on the floor. It was clear he had lost far too much blood. I knew it was stupid, but some part of me wanted to help him, even though I knew he had come here to rob me blind, and possibly to kill me after he had taken all of my possessions. I told myself it was because leaving him outside would attract walkers. But really some part of me was still weak and soft, and somehow I had sympathy for a man who could not give less of a shit about me.

Minor medical training from books I had scavenged and stolen told me that he was in desperate need of stitches, and likely had a severe infection from his wound, and that it needed to be treated fast or there was no way he could survive without a hospital, which, for obvious reasons, was not an option. The building I had set up camp in was a small convenience store in the city which I used to run, and decided to stay in when the dead started walking. Unfortunately, the store had tempted many thieves in the early days, but as time went on, less and less people braved the city. The man must have seen that my store was the least damaged for several blocks, and identified it as his best bet at survival. He was right - behind the counter were antibiotics and just enough first aid equipment for me to have a chance at saving him. Even if he had stolen my supplies, it was unlikely that he would have managed treating his own wound.

The stitches were the worst part. I had never liked needles, and as far as facing my fears went, this was seriously hands on. It was messily done, probably a laughable job compared to professional standards. And I was sure that the amount of blood on the floor, my hands and staining my clothes was biologically impossible. But somehow he was still alive, something I still hadn’t decided was a good or bad thing. At least he was unconscious for now.

*

Two days passed. I was getting used to sleeping with him around, trying not to think about what he might do if he awoke while I was asleep- waking up to a gun in my face was a real possibility, but one that I had to risk. I slept on the floor next to the mattress he was occupying, uncomfortable enough to be exhausted but easily woken if he or the walkers became an immediate threat.

I sat next to him on the mattress, cleaning his arm, checking that the infection was fading and that the stitches were holding like they should be. It was strange looking after someone who had barely spoken two sentences to me, those sentences being delirious threats after severe blood loss. I often found myself wondering what he would have been like if we had met before the world had ended, at a bar maybe, where he could have bought me a drink or two. I like to think that he would have been the type to hit on me shamelessly and I would have been cynical but secretly loved his advances. I cut myself off in my head. It was ridiculous to think like this. With some effort, I focused back on his arm and began to change his bandage, but my eyelids were growing heavy and I had forgotten how comfortable the mattress was. Every time I closed my eyes, sleep tried to pull me down. I just had to keep them open, just had to focus-

I jolted awake. It almost pitch dark, if I had to guess a time I would have said an hour or two before dawn. There was a hand around my mouth and an arm was around my waist, holding me still against the warm, hard body behind me. He had woken up. Immediately I struggled against him, biting his hand and elbowing him in the stomach. He swore under his breath, but his grip only tightened around me.

“Stop wrigglin’. There’s walkers in here, I’m tryna figure out how many, so for fuck’s sake stay still.”

I nodded. He removed the hand from my mouth, but the arm around my waist stayed. Probably a precaution in case I tried anything again.

“Sorry,” I whispered back. “How did they get in - and when did you wake up? What’s your name? Why haven’t you killed me yet?” Now wasn’t the time for questions, but I was desperate for answers. For all I knew, the only reason he hadn’t killed me yet was to keep me as bait for the walkers.

He shushed me. Then, he finally let go of me and stood up. “Wait here.”

He walked off in the direction of a shuffling noise, and seconds later I heard the thunk of a knife through a skull, and the sound of a body hitting the floor. The sound, quiet as it was, caused another walker’s movements to become frenzied. I heard snarling and then the sound of a second body hitting the floor. There were no more walker sounds, just the sound of the man walking back towards me.

I jumped to my feet and reached for the knife normally hooked through my belt. It was gone, as was the knife under my mattress. I had no defence against the stranger that I had so stupidly taken care of.

“Window’s broken, s’what woke me up. You were out cold. Hope ya had a nice nap.”

I stood up, trying to read his face in the growing bit still dim light.

“Name’s Merle. And you, sugar tits, are exceptionally lucky that I believe in returning favours.”

So he didn’t plan on killing me after all. I shook off the lingering fear caused by both him and the walkers getting so close.

“Thanks. And you’re welcome, I stitched you up good. And don’t call me that, or I’ll chop of your other hand,” He smirked at me, knowing my threat was entirely empty.

“Oh yeah? I’m not so sure you wanna do that, sweetheart, you haven’t seen the half of what I can do with this hand,” His smile was suggestive and I could feel my face getting hot.

“I’m gonna board up the broken window,” I attempted to ignore his last sentence, but it was clear he could tell I was flustered as he stepped forward, closing in on me.

“Don’t ya think we should get to know each other a little first?”

#merle dixon x reader #merle dixon #twd #twd fanfiction #the walking dead #imagines #oneshot

[guthrie-odonto]

One year, Merle gets a Candlenights present for Taako and Kravitz that he says is also celebrating the anniversary mission when the two first met, making Candlenights Taako and Kravitz’s sort of anniversary. There is a split second of awkward silence upon seeing what these gifts are

Kravitz gets a life-size replica of his own arm carved entirely from pink tourmaline

Taako gets a cool axe and a book on how to most efficiently dismember someone (where the hell would Merle even find a book like that???)

Kravitz: you know, I would be surprised that you only just now decided to act on me being the one behind that little trick that ended up in your crystallizing arm being chopped off—unless you somehow never figured that out until recently—but you know what? *pops his own arm off because he’s dead and his body is a construct, remember?* A crystal arm would actually look pretty bitchin’, so thanks, Merle. You wouldn’t happen to have these in sapphire, would you? You know, with that crystal being the symbolic gem of the astral plane and all?

#a Highchurch never forgets #a Highchurch always repays his dues #the adventure zone #taz balance #taako #kravitz #merle highchurch #amber's post

[barry-j-blupjeans]

:0 “I’d rather just hang out with you, if I’m honest” and Taako, please??

35. “I’d rather just hang out with you, if I’m honest”

((50 ways to say "I love you" prompts here! Send some in!))

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Magnus didn't want to say anything about it, but to be completely frank, he was getting a little freaked out by Taako sitting so close. If there had been anything he had learned in the past few months, it was that Taako was like a territorial cat who only ever bothered you if he was hungry. And Taako would have said something if he was hungry. And he definitely wouldn't be near Merle, because last time he had complained about hunger to Merle, Merle had taken a handful of dirt from his pocket and offered it as a meal.

Magnus was worried about Merle, for different reasons, but now wasn't the time for that.

Point being is that Taako was sitting incredibly close to both him and Merle. Maybe something about the time loop shit had fucked him up more than he was letting on. He didn't look injured, at least. Magnus was trying not to look at him too much, or make eye contact, lest he scare Taako away, but it was hard. Trying to focus on carving this duck was even harder, but Merle kept talking to himself and Taako kept moving around and distributing the couch.

Magnus just wished he had roommates who could give him a second of peace.

"Alright," Merle said loudly. Magnus looked up. "Maggie isn't gonna say anything and I wasn't gonna say anything but like. You good?"

"Me?" Taako said. "Taako's great."

"You don't usually..." Merle scratched his beard, glancing at Magnus. Magnus didn't want to be having this conversation. Again, territorial cat and all that.

"I'm literally just sitting here," Taako said. "In our dorm. If I had my own dorm, I'd be sitting in it."

"You've got your own room!"

"Taako can hang out if he wants," Magnus said.

"Yeah, but he's not usually this affectionate about it!" Merle said, throwing his hands up. "It's weirdin' me out, man!"

"I'm literally just sitting here," Taako repeated. "You're- whatever, I don't care. I'm gonna enjoy my time in the living area I was given. You can get up if you're bothered by it."

"I'm not bothered by it!" Merle said. "You're just being weird."

"You're being weird," Taako sniped.

"This whole thing is weird," Magnus interrupted. "Taako can sit where he wants. Just please stop moving and talking and- and arguing or I'm going to my room."

"Feel free, homie," Taako said with a dismissive wave of his hand.

"Up to you," Merle said.

For a blissful one, maybe two minutes, Magnus had his silence back. And then Taako said,

"I'm just kinda fucked up about it, right?" Magnus looked up again. Taako had pulled his hat down over his eyes. "Like, usually we just almost die, but then we did die. A lot. And now I gotta like, talk to the grim reaper or whatever about it 'cus we broke his deal. And it's not like, a big thing, but death isn't my favorite topic, so uh."

"You're meeting with him again?" Magnus asked, setting aside his carving tools. Something in my mind whispered "you have to wait for the cat to approach you first" and he beat it back with a stick. Taako was a person, not a pet.

"Yeah," Taako said, peaking from beneath his hat.

"Want me to come with ya?" Merle offered.

"I can scare him away if I need to," Magnus said.

"No, it's fine," Taako said. "It's just weird. I don't wanna talk about death, I wanna talk about, like, recipes and shit. He seems like a good hang, so I wasn't gonna be like "hell no". But I'm kinda like, "hell no" anyway because there's fifty-fifty of me ending up in prison so."

"Just talk to him!" Merle said. "Doesn't have to be about death!"

"Kinda does," Magnus said. "Like, that's the whole meeting purpose."

"Get the boring stuff outta the way then," Merle said. "Listen, kid. I trust him. He seems like a chill dude."

"He tried to kill us," Magnus pointed out. "Also he got your arm chopped off."

"I remember someone with an ax coming towards me and it sure wasn't him, Magnus!"

"What am I supposed to say, though?" Taako interrupted. "Like, "Hey I know we're supposed to talk about me and my friends-"

"Aw, we're your friends!"

""-but I'd rather just hang out with you, if I'm being honest." Like, what?"

"I think that's pretty good actually," Magnus said. "You state your point pretty clear. Less death, more friendship, and all that."

"Yeah!" Merle said. "That's my life motto."

"Less death, more friendship?"

"No, the "that's pretty good actually"."

"I fucking hate both of you," Taako cackled, pulling his hat over his face to muffle his laughter. "This is the worst. I'm going back to my room!"

"But I've got so much more advice!" Merle exclaimed. "Is this gonna be like a date thing or a hang-out thing or what? 'Cus I've got more advice for the first one. My first date with my ex-wife-"

"The start of that sentence gives me all the information I wanna know, actually," Magnus butted in before it could get any worse. Taako was still hanging off the side of the couch, laughing so hard Magnus could hear him wheezing. "Thank you so much, Merle, we'll definitely come back to you on that."

"No, we won't!" Taako wheezed.

"No, we won't," Magnus agreed.

#taako #merle highchurch #magnus burnsides #taakitz #future taakitz at least :D #mine #ise cube writing #asks #iwilltranscend

[thisisnotacreativeusername]

***TAZ CRYSTAL KINGDOM SPOILERS***

For me, the line that always gets to me is Merle saying "God lied to me" in Crystal Kingdom. Don't ask me why, it's just the funniest part of that whole arc for me! Like sometimes I'll just randomly think about that scene and have to struggle to keep a straight face because I'm at work and can't possibly explain to my coworkers that I'm laughing because I'm remembering the time a fictional character got their arm amputated

there is something so funny about the scene where merle gets his arm chopped off it makes me laugh so hard

#immaculate taste anon #and bubbeleh u dont have to put a spoiler warning for me i appreciate the gesture tho #taz #ask

[stardust-walker]

High Hopes

word count: 4014

Chapters: 1 2 3

Chapter 4

The weirdest thing is that a few months ago, Dove wouldn’t think that listening to kids running and playing would sound as sweet as it did.

A small chuckle escaped her as she sat on the steps leading into Dale’s RV. The horrified look on Glenn’s face as he stopped mid-greeting was just as amusing.

“Well. Good morning to you too, sunshine,” Dove squinted as she stood up and moved to stand next to him.

“When did they start tearing it apart,” Glenn frowned as he folded his arms in front of his chest.

Dove shrugged her shoulders, “’Bout a half an hour ago, I suppose.” She ran a hand through her dark hair as she turned her head slightly. Rick was finally awake again. Dove raised a hand to shield her eyes from the sun as she greeted the newcomer. “Mornin’, Rick!”

“Go on! Tear it apart, you vultures.” Glenn scowled and shook his head. Dove couldn’t keep herself from letting out a snort of laughter.

“Generators need every drop of fuel they can get,” Dale stated matter-of-factly as he walked past them.

“He has a fair point. I’d rather have a shower than a fancy car,” Dove mumbled quietly.

“I thought I’d get to drive it another few days,” Glenn sighed.

Dove turned her head slightly as Rick responded, “Maybe we’ll get to steal another one someday.”

This new way of living sure was a hell of a thing when you had a sheriff encouraging grand theft auto.

Dove placed a comforting hand on Glenn’s shoulder, “Maybe an even nicer one! One that’s not going to send an alarm running for miles next time too.” Glenn just let out an annoyed sigh.

Glenn seemed to be resigned to the fact that his car was being torn apart by Jim. Dove patted his shoulder again as she watched him step forward to converse with the other man. Knowing him, he was still probably trying to talk about what a cool car it was to anyone who would listen.

A revving engine caught the attention of a few members of the camp as Shane pulled up. He announced, “Make sure to boil the water before use.”

Carol made her way over to Dove. “Too bad about Glenn’s car, huh?”

The response caught in Dove’s throat as a shrill scream erupted from the woods close by, followed by another voice screaming “Mom!!”

A panicked look was exchanged between the sisters for a moment and then they were both off. Carol screamed for Sophia and the relief was obvious on Dove’s face as the little girl broke through the trees with Carl hot on her heels.

Tiny arms wrapped themselves around her waist as Dove knelt quickly to survey her niece for any marks. “Are you alright, Soph? Nothing bit you?” Sophia shook her head quickly, only able to muster up a panicked whimper. Carol finally broke through the trees behind her and let out a relieved cry as Sophia released her aunt with a cry of, “Mommy!!”

Dove glanced around quickly before she pointed back towards camp. “Take them back now! I’m just gonna make sure everything’s alright!” Carol nodded her head and scooped Sophia up.

Lori, however, eyed her warily for a moment before the brunette disappeared into the tree line again.

As she broke through the trees she held back a hysterical laugh. They were just stood around the damn thing, beating it with sticks. So much for being evolved past a caveman brain.

Amy let out a disgusted groan as the walkers head was finally chopped off.

Dale muttered, “That’s the first one we’ve had out here.”

Jim replied, “They must be running out of food in the city.”

Dove looked over at Amy and Andrea. Both of the sisters were just looking on like a couple of deer in the headlights and she couldn’t blame them. She felt a little nauseous herself.

Branches snapped in the woods and all conversation stopped. Andrea put a protective arm around Amy and Dove took a slow step forward towards the men. Curiosity was a bitch of a thing, but she wanted to see what exactly was going to happen.

Her heart leapt into her throat and plummeted back to her stomach as Daryl Dixon came into view. Her eyes locked with Jim’s in a moment of panic before she quickly looked down at her feet. Honestly, she would rather have a walker run out of the woods right now than have to face the inevitable.

Daryl looked pissed already. Definitely a good sign for them. “That was my deer. Look at it! All gnawed on by this filthy, disease ridden, motherless, proxy bastard!”

Dale shook his head in disgust, “Now come on, son. That’s not helping anyone.”

Daryl’s temper flared up again as he stepped quickly over the walker, headed right for Dale. Dove took a quick step closer to Rick as she eyed the officer, trying to communicate that this was not a good sign. “What do you know about it, old man? Why don’t you take that stupid hat and go back to ‘on golden pond’?”

A surprised laugh, which was able to be quickly covered up as a cough escaped Dove’s lips. Glenn elbowed her slightly in the side and narrowed his eyes once he had her attention. The woman merely shrugged as she turned her attention back to the dead animal. Her stomach did begin to rumble at the thought of venison, or anything other than squirrels for that matter. A sigh left her lips as Shane stated, “I wouldn’t risk that.”

Daryl’s focus drifted to her, almost asking for another opinion. Dove shrugged her shoulders before she slipped her hands into her back pockets, “As good as it sounds, it’s too risky. We got kids to think about and what if they eat tainted meat? Get sick?”

Daryl sighed and shook his head, “Damn shame. I got a few squirrels though. ���Bout a dozen or so. That’ll have to do.” The calmness in the air broke as the walker head at her feet started snapping its jaw again. Dove let out a startled shriek and stumbled back into Glenn as Daryl shot an arrow into it’s brain. “Gotta be the brain. Don’t ya’ know nothin?”

The focus of the group shifted again as Daryl stalked off towards camp. Dale looked startled, “I don’t see this going well.”

Shane removed the hat from his head as the group started to walk, Dove started to take longer strides to keep up with the two officers. She heard Shane mention Daryl’s name and spoke up.

“I think you guys really need to think about doing this,” Dove spoke, concern in her voice. “I think you oughta try and break it to him as gently as possible. People like him tend to react violently, plus he seems pretty hyped up from losing that deer.”

The two men kept moving, but Rick glanced over his shoulder at her. “What’d you do before this?”

“I was a therapist. Getting ready to work on my PhD. Why?”

She didn’t miss the look the two men exchanged and fell back a step. Glenn flinched as he heard Daryl yell for Merle. “This is gonna be a shit show,” Glenn sighed.

Dove shook her head as Shane stopped Daryl in his tracks. “Poor guy. I got money on Dixon, though. He’s a scrapper.” She whispered so only Glenn could hear. Glenn let out a nervous chuckle as the two of them came to a stop next to the Jeep.

“There was a problem in Atlanta.” Seriously, Dove thought, he’s going to drag it out like this? What a mess.

“He dead?” Dove gripped Glenn’s wrist a little tighter than she meant to as she took a step closer to him.

“We’re not sure.”

“He either is or he ain’t!” Dove couldn’t really blame him for being so angry. She could only imagine how mad she would be if it were Carol on that roof. She would probably be trying to kick the ass of anyone she could find.

“No easy way to say this, so I’ll just say it,” Rick stated as he finally took a step forward. What a time to play good cop, bad cop.

Rick introduced himself, only to be met with, “Rick Grimes, you got somethin’ you wanna tell me?”

“Your brother was a danger to us all. So I handcuffed him on a roof, hooked him to a piece of metal,” Rick finished. Damn, she had to admire how he got right to the point about it. “He’s still there.”

Daryl started pacing like a caged animal. “Hold on. Let me process this. You’re saying you handcuffed my brother to a roof and you left him there?” Daryl shouted. Dove could feel her pulse quickening as a million and one ways that she was trained to de-escalate someone this angry ran through her head. None of them seemed to make any sense right now under the heat from the burning Atlanta sun.

The next few seconds were a blur. Daryl yelled, Dove let out a startled yelp as the squirrels flew towards her, she stepped back closer to Glenn, and just like that, Daryl was on the ground. T-Dog stepped forward, shouting something about a knife. Dove took a few slow steps forward, eyes wide as saucers as she watched Shane bring him down in a chokehold after a few swings of a knife.

“Chokeholds illegal,” Daryl managed to choke out.

Shane sounded too comfortable with it for Dove’s liking. “Yeah, well, file a complaint.” Dove argued with herself internally as she watched Daryl keep struggling to be let go.

Rick knelt in front of the other two men, clearly trying to calm the situation down. “I’d like to have a calm discussion on this topic.”

Dove scowled as she squatted down between the two officers. “Not to tell you how to do your job, but it’s awful hard to have a calm discussion with a man whose air supply is being cut off,” she finished through gritted teeth.

 Rick glanced at her and nodded before he turned back to Daryl, “You think we can manage that?”

The two officers nodded at each other and Dove stood up quickly as Daryl finally got released. She watched for a moment, still in shock about what just happened, when she saw Daryl still trying to catch his breath as he pointed at Shane. Dove turned quickly and placed a hand on Shane’s arm. “Just back up, man. Rick’s got it. You don’t need to be bad cop right now,” she pushed him back gently before she walked past the other two men, joining Lori by the steps to the RV.

“You good,” the other woman asked, her eyes not leaving the scene in front of her.

“Yeah just adrenaline rush. I’m fine,” Dove nodded as she brushed her hair out of her eyes. She turned her head slightly and met Carol’s worried gaze through the window of the RV. Dove held her hand up and nodded her head.

“It’s not Rick’s fault,” T-Dog interjected and suddenly the focus was on him. “I had the key. I dropped it.”

Daryl snapped again, “You couldn’t pick it up?”

“Well, I dropped it in a drain.” Dove couldn’t help but roll her eyes at this. This just sounded worse and worse the more they tried to explain it to him. At least no one was dead yet.

Her heart sank as she folded her arms in front of her chest, her focus shifted with everyone else’s as the men moved slowly around camp. She knew that Daryl and his brother were close but, shit. She didn’t expect to see him cry for even a second. One of her hands flew up to cover her mouth as she looked down at her feet.

She wasn’t surprised when Daryl shouted. “Hell with all y’all. Just tell me where he is so’s I can go get em.”

What truly shocked her was Lori. The older woman spoke up from her spot by the door at this. “He’ll show you. Won’t you?” She almost insisted with just her words as she locked eyes with her husband.

Dove was torn between following Lori back into the RV or following after Rick as the conflict came to a close. She, instead, chose to check on Carol and Sophia. Her steps were quiet as she walked up the steps to the RV. Dove slid into the seat at the table opposite of her family and reached a hand out to stroke Sophia’s arm. “Hey, bug. You were real brave out there today,” Dove spoke softly as Sophia lifted her head from her mother’s arms.

Sophia sniffled and rubbed her eyes before she looked between the two sisters. “I was really scared,” the young girl whispered.

Dove smiled a little and nodded her head. “I was too, bug. But you did the right thing by runnin like that. Hell, I don’t think either of us knew you could run that fast!” Carol chuckled softly at this as she stroked the young girl’s hair.

“She’s right, Sophia. You kept yourself safe. That was the right thing to do.” Carol kissed the top of her daughter’s forehead before she whispered for her to do something that sounded a lot like ‘go check on Carl’.

Dove drummed her fingers on the table as her thoughts raced through her head. Carol’s voice finally pulled her out of her own head. “You want to go with them, don’t you.” Carol stated in a hushed voice.

Dove’s eyes shot up. Her hazel eyes widened a little bit as she felt color rush to her cheeks. “I…I was thinking about it.”

Carol clicked her tongue and shook her head. “I don’t want my sister out there dyin’ for someone like Merle Dixon.” Her voice didn’t raise above a whisper, though she didn’t sound pleased at all.

Dove rolled her eyes at this. “That’s not what I was thinking of!”

“Then what were you…”

Dove cut her older sister off as she reached out and took her hand, “What if that was me up there, huh? Or you? Would you want me to just leave you up there like that to die?” Dove hissed. “It’s the right thing to do, Carol. Merle or not, it’s the right thing to do.”

Carol’s eyes widened slightly as she took in her sister’s words and nodded her head slowly. “If that’s what you want to do, I can’t stop you. But I just want you to be careful. I don’t want to be explaining to Sophia why her aunt isn’t around anymore.”

A small smirk graced Dove’s face as she squeezed Carol’s hand gently. “Oh please. I’m always careful.”

It was Carol’s turn to roll her eyes as Dove rose from her seat, kissed her older sister on the top of her head, and descended the stairs out of the RV.

Dove looked around camp before spotting Daryl by the fire. She took a long deep breath in through her nose and out through her mouth before trudging forward. “Hey, you alright?” Dumb question.

“What kinda stupid question is that,” Daryl snapped at her.

Dove raised both her hands in front of her, a tired expression on her face. “Right. Guess I deserved that, it was pretty fucking stupid huh.”

Daryl just stared at her for a moment. He had the type of eyes that made her uneasy sometimes; eyes that could stare right into your soul if you’d let them. “What do you want?”

Dove let out a heavy sigh as she watched Carol approach her laundry station out of the corner of her eye. She stood up a little straighter and crossed her arms in front of her chest. “I wanna go with you and Rick. Try to bring back Merle. I figure the more people, the better. Plus, y’all might need someone to balance out all the testosterone in that car.”

Daryl stared at her again for a few seconds before scoffing at her. “Don’t need no one else out there, especially not you. Can you even shoot a gun?”

Dove grinded her teeth together as she nodded her head slowly. “Well, excuse me. I may not know how to shoot a gun but I am just as capable as Andrea and Jacqui and they go out into the city all the time! Give me a blunt object and I can take out any walker just as good as a gun, I bet.” Her hands were shaking as she unfolded her arms and shoved her hands in her pockets.

“Alright.” Daryl turned his attention from her.

Dove’s jaw almost dropped in shock as she stood still. “Excuse me?”

Daryl turned back to face her, eyes narrowed slightly. “You heard me, girl. You’re grown, you wanna go? Can’t stop ya. Just don’t expect to get your ass saved.”

“Oh don’t worry, I won’t,” a serene smile was on Dove’s face now.

Shane would definitely have to learn to hold his tongue if they were going to bring Merle back as he called Merle a “douchebag”.

Daryl pointed at the man, “Hey, you better watch what you say!”

Shane nodded his head all sincerely before uttering, “No no. Douchebag’s what I meant.”

Dove rolled her eyes and brought the palms of her hands up to rub her eyes, “Dear god what did I do to deserve this.”

Lori spoke up from her seat by what would be that night’s fire. “So what? You and Daryl, that’s your big plan?”

Carol eyed Dove for a moment before the group’s attention shifted to Glenn. “Oh come on!”

Rick spoke, “You know the way. You’ve been there before. In and out, no problem! You said so yourself.” He was right. Glenn wasn’t shy about telling everyone in the group how well he knew the city and he had dug his own grace.

“That’s just great. Now you’re gonna risk three men?” Shane scoffed.

T-Dog spoke up next, “Four.”

Daryl scoffed, “My day just gets better and better, don’t it?”

Dove rolled her eyes, “Might as well get this out of the way now and make it five.”

Dale glanced between them all and nodded his head. “That’s five.”

Shane shook his head and began to pace a little bit. “You’re putting every single one of us at risk. Just know that, Rick. C’mon. You saw that walker! It was here. It was in camp,” Shane lectured. “They come back, we need every able body we’ve got. We need em to protect camp.”

Rick nodded his head, “Sounds to me like what you need is more guns.”

Dove’s head was spinning. Sophia shuffled her feet as Dove walked over to them. She knelt in front of the girl, taking her hands in her as the others talked about the guns. “Now you listen to me, alright? I’m gonna be just fine! I promise. I always am. But I need you to promise me something too okay?”

Sophia nodded her head and listened intently. “I need you to look out for your mama until I get back, okay? Just make sure everything’s alright. Hold down the fort for me. Promise?” She released Sophia’s hands and held a pinky out to her.

Sophia locked her pinky with her aunt’s before she wrapped her arms around her neck in a hug. “Be safe.”

Dove kissed her niece on the forehead before standing up and brushing off her knees. “Be safe, Carol.” Dove hugged her sister tightly before she turned to see what was going on.

Dove lifted herself into the back of the van, her eyes were beginning to glaze over from boredom as she waited before she almost leapt out of her skin at the sound of a horn honking. From the driver’s seat, Glenn let out a startled shout as Daryl stepped on the horn again. “C’mon let’s go!”

Dove rubbed her temples and muttered to herself before placing a hand on the crowbar that she’d managed to sweet talk out of Jim. She would definitely have to make sure that she made it back now.

The young woman blew a kiss to her family as the door to the back of the van was slammed shut and they pulled away.

~

It was oddly silent on the way to the city. Dove positioned herself so she could see out the front windshield. “This is the first time I’ve left camp in the past two months.” She whispered to Glenn and Rick.

Rick turned his head, a sympathetic look on his face. “You might not want to look until we get there, then. Might be a bit of a shock. Trust me on that one.”

Dove took in the man’s words for a moment before she turned and faced the back of the van again.

Daryl finally spoke up for the first time since they started on the road. “He best be alright.”

T-Dog sighed. “The only thing that’s getting through that door is us. He’s fine.”

The van finally lurched to a stop and Glenn called back, “We walk from here.”

Dove groaned as she pulled herself to her feet and hopped out of the back of the van. “Oh shit, I’m getting old.” She mumbled to T-Dog as he hopped down next to her.

T-Dog shook his head at her. “You’re getting old? Just wait ‘til you hit 30.”

Dove laughed quietly as she took off down the train tracks after the rest of the group.

Rick paused as they stepped through a space in the gate that led from the tracks to the road. “Merle first or guns?”

Daryl snapped. “Merle! We ain’t even havin this conversation.”

Dove shook her head and motioned towards Daryl with her free hand, the other still tightly gripping the crowbar. “I’m with him on this. I mean a human life or ammo?”

Rick stared at both of them, clearly trying to keep his cool “We are having this conversation. You know the geography, it’s your call.” He turned to Glenn as the group began to walk.

“Merle’s closest. The guns would mean doubling back.” Glenn stated and Dove wasn’t sure if he was lying or not, but she was grateful for that nonetheless.

Her hazel eyes seemed to take in everything that had happened to Atlanta as they walked through the city. The city she had worked in and know so well was practically gone in a matter of weeks. It made her chest feel tight to see everything, but she knew she couldn’t stop moving.

She stepped lightly into the department store behind T-Dog and in front of Glenn as she went. She stopped, crowbar raised as a walker made it’s way through the aisles of the store. Daryl didn’t waste any time shooting the thing through the head.

Glenn moved forward and directed them to a staircase. It was a lot farther up than it looked, or maybe she was out of shape, but the steps were seeming to take their toll on her as they worked their way towards the roof.

The men reached the last landing as Dove rounded the corner just a few steps behind them. She took the last few steps slowly as she watched Daryl kick the door open after the chain was finally cut.

Something was wrong. Something was very, very wrong. She observed as she ran up the last few steps out onto the roof with the others. Merles Dixon was not a quiet man and he surely would’ve reacted to a door being kicked the fuck open.

Daryl’s screams for his brother turned into screams of panic. Dove’s heart dropped as she stepped out onto the roof behind Glenn and she saw it. A hand flew up to cover her mouth as she fought back the urge to vomit. Merle’s hand laid there on the ground next to a bloody hacksaw but Merle Dixon the man was gone.

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Part 2!

hugbear!!

Merle getting his arm chopped off was so like :O I was :O the whole time, what a good job

“you broke our dwarf!” like if you don’t love merle just know taako is coming for you (and magnus)

merle laughing at that effin joke is the most merle-y thing I can imagine

and magnus wanting a soulwood arm of his own... and taako offering to chop his arm off for him... are the most magnus-y and taako-y things I can imagine xD

also love they kept the running gag of Merle Doesn’t Remember the Plot (i mean does it count as a gag if clint legit didnt remember haha)

“create the umbra staff” oh nooooo

“i stole it from a skeleton” oh NOOOOO

“you found her?!” KILL ME NOW

and I’m happy they kept this frickin line x’D I had really wondered if they’d manage it... hahahahaha... but they did... even though it’s now in a hypothetical situation :( but I do like that it shows Taako being logical about things lol?

#taz balance