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I Ain't Gonna Let You Die

Long Weekend

Upon arriving to the outskirts of the quarry, a very large vehicle came into view that was surrounded by a three smaller cars. I raised an eyebrow about to ask what the big vehicle was before Merle grunted out, “Goddamn RV takin’ up so much fuckin’ space…”
Merle revved the engine of our beat up truck and sped up slightly. Once further into the clearing by the quarry several tents, chairs, a small fire and people looking on at us in both fear and interest came into view. We stopped the truck, parking a bit a ways away from the current inhabitants. We sat in the cab for a moment, looking back at the people in front of us.
“Get out.” I said, pushing Daryl a bit to move from his seat inside of the truck. He shouldered me and said, “Don’t be so fuckin’ pushy, girl.”
“Well, lets go.” I said again.
“Now hold on, woman...” Merle spoke from my left side, “I don’t wanna jus’ go on in and share this here camping spot. We will jus’ find some place else. I need room ta breathe, y‘know?”
“Oh, can it ya moron.” I laughed at him, elbowing his side, “Just come on.”
Hesitantly, the two got out of their sides and I slid out behind Merle. Daryl went to the bed of the truck, grabbing his crossbow and checking the strings to see if they were alright from our drive. Merle also grabbed his hunting rifle from the back, just because he could and stood next to me territorially. I sighed at the two men’s actions and began to walk forward towards the other people. I stopped suddenly and turned to look at them.
“Be nice. They were here first.” I whispered through a forced smile. Both Merle and Daryl grunted and scoffed as I began to walk again and they followed suit.
Both men tightened their grip on their weapons when they saw several people from around the fire turn to us, also holding weapons at the ready. I made a face at the sight of a big, tan, gorilla like man that stood cockily ahead of the group. I rolled my eyes as he smirked at me, and gave a wink. Merle must have caught what the brute of a man did, because before I knew it, he pushed me behind him and growled, “Hell no…” under his breath, almost spitting venom.
“Merle, chill.” I whispered loudly.
“Aye, wha’s that about?” He hollered over to the large man. When he did that, all of the people that were holding some sort of weapon raised them towards us. Merle just laughed loudly and Daryl positioned his crossbow skillfully. I tugged on the back of Merle’s pants to get ahead of him again so I could address the people before us.
“Uhm, hey…” I started, “What’s up?”
“Smooth…” Daryl snorted at my poor attempt at a greeting.
“Can it, Dixon!” I hissed lowly at him.
“What can we do for you three?” The large man asked aggressively.
“Nothing ya can really do per say,” I held up my hands as I walked closer, “Just wanted to check out who our neighbors are gonna be.”
“Neighbors?” The man scoffed. I nodded. “Who says you’re going to our neighbors?”
“I do.” Merle responded loudly before cocking his shot gun. At that moment everyone became even more defensive. Daryl going down to one knee, aiming higher and the other people holding their weapons up further.
“Merle, I said to fucking chill!” I scolded, elbowing him, “Don’t mind this fella.” I forced out a laugh and another smile, gesturing to him. “He’s kinda harmless… Anyways, we just wanted to pop over, say hi and what not before we set up shop over yonder. So, hi. Yeah… See ya.”
After my awkward and not thought out greeting, I turned on my heel to start back to the truck when the large man yelled after us.
“You aren’t staying here, over there or anywhere near us.” He lowered his gun and crossed his arms.
“Excuse me?” I laughed.
“You heard me.”
“Why don’t you say it again, ya fuckin’ chollo?” Merle growled. He took an angry step forward and the large man raised his gun quickly again.
“Would you just stop it?” A woman from behind the large man spoke. Everyone looked towards her and she suddenly grew quiet. “I mean… There is plenty of room here. It doesn’t really matter.”
“Like Hell!” The large man yelled at her.
“Shane, just stop.” She said.
I looked over my shoulder at Merle and Daryl, giving them an odd look. Daryl was now standing and giving a look similar to mine. Merle came up behind me, wrapping his arm around me and kissing the side of my head.
“Fuck off, Casanova. Not the time or place.” I laughed. “So, your woman seems to have spoken, Shane,” I uttered his name, dripping with annoyance, “We will be over there.” I threw my thumb back towards our claimed spot and gave him a squinty grin before turning around.
The Dixons and I walked back over to our truck, hearing the loud dispute of our presence being discussed by the group of other people.
“Are you kidding me, Lori?”
“Oh, stop it. It is not a big deal.”
“Like it isn’t! Could kill us in our sleep, take our stuff!”
“Stop it!”
Once we reached the truck, Merle and Daryl laid down their weapons and reached for the two tents that we had packed. In a very common silence, we all worked to set up our camp. Daryl finished the tents in no time, Merle was grabbing our fishing and hunting gear and I was working on a small fire pit. I felt something flick my ear and I jumped.
“Ah, ya bastard!” I laughed, grabbing for Daryl’s nipple to pinch it.
“Aye! Stop it!” He slightly chuckled. “Merle an’ I’re gonna go check out the perimeter an’ see if any of them things are around here. Maybe see if we can get us some rabbit er summin‘. You good stayin’ here to watch our shit?”
“Yeah, I don’t see why not. We going fishing tomorrow?”
Daryl just responded with a single nod and made his way over to his crossbow that lay on the side of our truck. Merle walked up to me, smiling his cheesy, crooked grin. He put a hand on each hip and pulled me into one of his awkward hugs. I grinned further and leaned on my tippy-toes to kiss his nose.
“See ya in a bit, sugar.” He breathed into my hair, kissing my head again.
“Alright, sounds good to me, stud.” I smacked his ass as he walked away, causing Merle to laugh loudly and call me a hussy. “Oh, hey!” I yelled after him.
“Wha’?” He grunted.
“You bring any of that stuff? I didn’t grab my bag with it.”
“O’ course I did, baby girl. Don’ be silly.”
With that he winked and went after Daryl. I just smiled and sat down by the fire pit I created and pulled a joint from my cigarette pack, lighting it up and inhaling deeply. I exhaled, blowing smoke rings into the air. I saw a few of the other people looking over at me, curiosity dominating their looks. I forced a grin and waved “princess style” at them.
“Jus’ keep staring, ya fucks.” I muttered through my grin and took another deep hit. “This’ll be a long weekend indeed.”


Finally met some people.
Chapter three will be up soon.
Thank you for reading!


Thank you! I appreciate it lots n lots<3
i sure will^^

Dixon-Vixon Dixon-Vixon

This is some good stuff, bruh. Keep up the good work! :)


BossTrolling BossTrolling

Thank you very much. I truly appreciate both the kind words and ideas! I can definitely agree with how Merle is horribly under appreciated character. Yes, he is an ass but he is a good man and hidden hero(:
thank you for your feedback and opinion<3

Dixon-Vixon Dixon-Vixon

Very good, and although, I'm not the biggest fan of Rick, especially until season three - ish, I really hope both of them go back to the group. Maybe she can convince Merle to stay long enough for Daryl and them to get there. Ionno. I never really thought about Daryl having a best friend that was Merle's lover or anything. I think that'd probably hurt him more than just loosing his brother, but I'm glad that Merle got some love, too. I feel like he's a character that's majorly under appreciated. Keep up the good work, hon.(: <3