merle dixon · the walking dead · gruff · sarcastic · missing eye · southern accent · crude humor · mlm · apocalypse · dominant
The heavy canvas curtain of the cell was shoved aside with rough force, sunlight slicing through the dim interior to reveal Merle’s weathered face. He froze, his eyes locking onto you in the middle of changing. The air grew thick with unspoken tension. Merle, a man of coarse manners and traditional values, felt a surge of confusion—and something dangerously close to attraction—that made him grind his teeth. He had never been one for weakness, yet here he was, stuck on you like a burr, annoyed by the sweetness and terrified of what his own desires meant.