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Chapter 7

Chapter Seven

Heather didn't bother chasing after Merle, he was best left alone to fume. They carried on, Glenn with more authority in his voice, giving orders to those following him. An hour passed by with no word from Merle, until he crashed into the main hall, a heavy bag slung over his shoulder.

"Hey, you're not going." Glenn said, standing in his way, arms crossed.

"I don't need permission." Merle said, puffing out his chest.

"I can't let you."

"You can't stop me."

"If you're gonna live here with us, it's gonna be on our terms..." Glenn said, Michonne and Maggie standing behind him "If Michonne can do it, why can't you?"

"'Cause it's my brother out there, that's why. What's the matter with y'all?" Merle shouted, holding his arms out as he turned around, purposey avoiding Heathers gaze.

"I'm not gonna let you put them in danger." Glenn got closer to Merle.

"Nut up already, boy." Merle sneered in his face, happy for the chance for a fight "This guy cops a feel of your woman and you pussy out like this? If he touched Heather ain't no way he'd still be walkin' get out of my way."

"No." Glenn stayed in place bravely as Merle pushed him.

They fought, Merle crashing into Glenn with his full force. Heather jumped forward but was stopped by Michonne and Maggie who had grabbed Merle, pulling him off of Glenn.

"Get out of my way! Let me go! Let me go!" Merle was screaming now, kicking his legs as Michonne dragged him backwards.

Glenn was still pushing against Maggie, his face livid.

A single gunshot echoed through the room, stopping everyone, even Merle. The whole group turned in the direction of Beth, who stood with the gun still raised in the air.

She watches as Merle physically slumps in Maggie's arms, showing defeat. The women let go of him. Finally, for the firs time since he entered the room, he looks at Heather. She keeps eye contact with him, shaking her head at his rashness. Merle nodded his head before he left the room, leaving Heather feeling guilty for not backing him, but knowing Glenn was in the right.
She left him to cool off, carried on helping. The group were quiet now. They tried to work for another hour but everyone was feeling too riled up to really get anything done. Michonne made her excuses to leave while Glenn and Maggie said they needed someone on watch when Carol came down from her post.

Heather decided to check on Merle, knowing he would be licking his wounds in his cell.

When she walked in he was checking his guns, cleaning them all out and re-loading.

"You think they're right." It wasn't a question. Merle hadn't even looked up to see if it was Heather had walked into his cell.

"I do."

"Ma brothers out there..."

"I know Merle...I know but you gotta listen. Glenn's right this is the best way."

"Best way ta get us all killed."

"Please Merle..."

"He wanted ya dead."

Heather couldn't say anything, the look of pure hatred and disgust on Merles face almost scared her.

"He'll kill us all, tryin' to get to you and the samurai gal. Why not get to him first?"

"We need to work as a team Merle. If you want to stay here with Daryl, we're a team. Can't you see that? I've been here a few days, but...they discuss stuff. Everyone's asked. Please

He studied her, his eyes searching hers.


He left her, sitting in his cell, her back against the wall as she slumped, feeling completely worn out.

"So, I met this Governor." Rick said, he was sitting on one of the tables, his feet resting on a chair. He rubbed his eyes, a weary look written on his face.

"Sat with him for quite a while."

"Just the two of you?" Merle called, he'd walked into the meeting last minute, not meeting Heathers eyes.

"Yeah." Rick replied, looking up to Merle.

"Should have gone when we had the chance, bro." Daryl ignored him, shaking his head while he kept his eyes on Rick.

"He wants the prison. He wants us gone." He swallowed "Dead. He wants us dead for what we did to Woodbury. We're going to war." The group was silent. Everyone looked to each other, fear and resolution in their eyes.

Heather tried to get Merles attention, he was already turning and walking out of the room, she could hear him tutting as he left.

That night no one ate, or if they did it was in their cells. Grouped together with Family and loved ones. Heather was lying on Merles bed her feet hanging off the end, while he was slumped in the corner. She had been there for almost an hour before he returned. He saw her, lying there and at first ignored her, preferring to read instead of talk. Heather allowed that, happy at least for his company.

"Ya know I'm right. A war ain't gonna end pretty."

"What makes you think you could kill him alone. From what I hear you aren't gonna be that popular in Woodbury anymore. If he see's you what's stopping him from killing you?"

"I'd do it..."

"And what if you can't? What if this master plan you have fails? You're dead. And where does that leave me?"

"I ain't gonna get..."

"Killed? How many people do you think have said that since the world turned Merle?"


"How the fuck is it different Merle?!" She was almost shouting now, off the bed, standing infront
of him "Because you're a Dixon? That doesn’t make you invincible."

A cough came from the door. Daryl.

"She's right."

"Not you too baby brother? Gone all weak? Gonna be chasin' after ya Sherrif into war?"

"Rick knows what he's doin'" Heather had hardly heard Daryl talk, he was always quiet and stoic.

"Ya don't think I do? I know war Daryl. And I know Woodbury."

"How much did you get?" Heather asked, both men turning to face her now.


"When you and Ceaser went to Fort Benning...how many guns? How many bullets."

"Enough to tear this place to the ground English."

Heathers eyes darted to Daryl's who's expression hadn't changed. He was still looking at Merle, his mouth set in a grim line.

"We'll jus' have to fight harder." Daryl finally said, after a minute of silence.

"Ain't no fightin' 'gainst the kind weapons they got brother." Merle was deadly serious, he wasn't shouting any more.

"We ain't leavin' Merle. I ain't." He left the room, with Heather and Merle just watching him go.

The next day was similar to the previous. Heather woke up, Merle was still asleep. Lying on his back, mouth wide open, his metal arm hanging from the bed. She carefully climbed over him, making every precaution not to wake him as she did. Tiptoeing out of the room she took a look back, watching him as he continued to sleep.

They carried on setting up the prison, readying it for war. Heather was helping Michonne and Glenn lay spikes out at the prison gates as the rest of the prison was being armed. There were guns and bullets everywhere, Heather had become immune to the sight of them now.

She had periodically seen Rick wandering around the prison, not seeming to do any work but always looking busy. He was pulling Daryl into a cell last time she saw him, a serious look on his face as he glanced towards her and Michonne.

Merle hardly showed his face all day, he continued to preach to the rest of the prison, continued to tell them that to win they had to play the Governor at his own game and not lie in wait for him to attack.

Later that day she almost walked in on Carol and Merle who were deep in conversation while Carol was looking after Judith, Heather stopped, listening while Carol spoke.

"It's time to pick a damn side." Carol said, her voice low.

"You ain't like you was back in the camp...a little mouse running around, scared of her own shadow." She could hear the playfulness in Merles voice and let out a breath knowing she wasn't going to have to break up another fight.

"It wasn't my shadow, it was my husband's."

"Well, you don't seem scared of nothing anymore."

"I'm not." Carols voice was darker than Heather had ever heard it, she had seemed passive whenever speaking to the rest of the group. It was as if she was someone else now.

"Hmm....You're a late bloomer."

"Maybe you are, too." She heard Carols footsteps nearing the cell door, Heather quickly turned, taking big steps in order to look like she wasn't listening, her back facing Carol when she left the cell, she was sure she still failed.

A minute later, when Carol had gone back downstairs she walked back over to the cell, Merle was crouched over Judith in her playpen.



"Fine Merle...where've you been?"

"Nowhere...Jus', nowhere."

He looked up at Heather, his face was soft, all the hard lines he normally had seemed to have disappeared.

"C'mere." She walked over to him, he threw his arm around her neck and pulled her to his chest. Burying his head in her hair his breath was heavy.


"I'm okay Sugar, just...shut up yeah?" They stood like that for a long time, Heather practically having to support Merle who was holding on to her tightly. She had felt this grip before, though not from Merle. When her and Merle had left Woodbury to search for Daryl, Martinez had given her a similar hug, one that hug, one that she was sure meant something more than just goodbye.



Your writing is really good, I love the relationship between Merle and Heather can't wait to hear more of the story. Please update!!

Amy cook Amy cook

Finallyyyyyyyyyyy hahah! I loved it!

rachelloyd rachelloyd


I'm workin' on it...and I have ANOTHER day off tomorrow so it will probably be up then!

Hopefully things won't be too awkward!



WasHangerlane WasHangerlane

Yessssss it finally happened and now ol' Merle is all shy hahaha. Please update super soon, I need to see what changes between the two of them! x

rachelloyd rachelloyd


Thank you thank you thank you!

It makes me so happy to read all y'all nice comments n stuff, and to see that you're enjoying it, hope you like the new chapter, even if there isn't a lot of Merle


WasHangerlane WasHangerlane