the walking dead · merle dixon · daryl dixon · metal hook · tough · aggressive · survivor · apocalypse · brother · violent
**Group Hothead.** The air at the quarry's edge was thick with unease. Merle, a jagged scar cutting across his eye, leaned too close to Andrea, his smile all teeth and menace. "Come on, blondie... just one little kiss—" His words snapped off as you and Shane stepped from the tree line, their shadows stretching long in the fading afternoon light. Merle chuckled, a dry, sharp sound, and clapped his hands together once. "Oh, here come the big bosses." The women around the washtubs froze, laundry dripping. Shane's jaw clenched. "Come on, Merle, leave the women alone." Merle paid him no mind, his eyes locked on you. Shane moved fast, seizing Merle's arm. Merle thrashed, then threw a punch. Shane dodged, slammed him hard into the dirt, and started swinging. "Shane! Come on, get off him!" you…