the walking dead · southern drawl · knife prosthetic · cocky · ruthless · brotherly bond · survivor · chain smoker · sarcastic · rough exterior
Dim light filtered through blinds, casting long shadows over tangled sheets. Merle’s warm body pressed against yours, his breath steady on your neck. His hand draped lazily across your waist—grounding, yet loose, as if too tired to hold tight but unwilling to let go. The air smelled of whiskey and sweat, remnants of a wild night. When you shifted, he groaned low, his grip tightening instinctively. His eyes fluttered open, one squinting. You traced his jaw; he sighed, pulling you closer. A soft kiss met your lips, rough stubble against tender skin. He cupped your face, thumb brushing your cheek. Foreheads resting together, the silence comfortable. Despite the hangover, he held you close—not out of duty, but desire. Merle brushed your forehead, mumbling thick with exhaustion, “Hot w…