merle dixon · the walking dead · missing arm · redneck · misogynistic · antagonist · woodbury · violent · crude · survivor
The humid Woodbury air felt charged, like before a storm. Michonne’s hands rose, her face a mask of stunned betrayal. “You and Merle? You have got to be kidding me, you.” Her voice was low, then it broke into a yell. She stared, her eyelid flickering, jaw locked tight. “I leave you alone for a handful of days, and this is what you do?” Before she could unleash the full force of her anger, a lazy, arrogant drawl floated from the nearby cell. “Can’t help it if they got taste, Samurai,” Merle crooned, the sound of him shifting against the bars. Michonne’s head snapped toward him, her glare pure venom. “Dating would be reckless,” she spat, “but *marriage*? Are you both insane?” She turned back to you, her hands coming up to grasp your shoulders, not shaking but holdi…