The quarry was quiet, except for the noise of the children, but even that was negligible, everyone trying to be quiet, as the noise attracted the dead. Lana kept one eye on her nephew Carl, while the boy's mother was otherwise occupied.
Lana didn't know if her relatives were still alive when the shit hit and the dead rose and started attacking people, she was with her sister Lori and her little boy Carl. The Quill sisters were only three years apart in age, and Lori was the oldest. Her sister married a cop, Rick Grimes a few years ago, but he was shot in a car shooting just before the whole outbreak. The hospital they were going to transfer him from was overrun with those freaky monsters, Rick's partner Shane was barely able to escape, who was now with them.
They'd been at the quarry for about a month, settling in with just the people who'd been with them when the government started bombing the city, but slowly more people came, and now they were a full camp. The larger group had its advantages, but also its disadvantages. The more kind of people, the greater the potential for conflict. And more hungry mouths, but at the moment there were only three people who could hunt for them: the Dixon brothers and Lana herself. Sure, there were one or two raids, Glenn, a young Asian guy who sometimes went into Atlanta on his own to get supplies, but the number of these raids was far not enough.
"Hey, buddy, stay close to your mom, okay?"
"Okay, Aunt Lana!" Carl yelled back, and Lana stood up from her spot before her tent and walked over to Lori.
"I'm going to go check on the Dixons, I think they're about to go hunting."
"You want to go with them, alone in the woods? Lana..." Lori was not happy that her sister was so unafraid of the two brothers. With the young one, Daryl, she hadn't even had that much of a problem except for his temper, but he was quiet and kept to himself, but on the other hand, his brother Merle was loud, sexist, and mean. Lana just sighed as she slung her crossbow over her shoulder and slipped her hunting knife into the holster at her waist, and one in her boot for backup.
"I can take care of myself, besides I need to get out of camp for a bit, too many people around."
"I still don't think it's a good idea."
"You worry too much, sis." She pressed a kiss to Lori's cheek and then headed for the Dixons' tent, a bit separated from the rest of the camp, which wasn't a problem considering Merle was frequently confronted by Sahne and the others.
As Daryl saw the woman approaching them, he folded his arms in front of him, but said nothing for the moment.
"Hey, guys, can I join you?"
"You doll, you can join me anytime..." She rolled her eyes at Merle's comment, but returned the grin on his face.
"Keep your dick in your pants for now, I'm after a bigger game." At her reply, the elder Dixon laughed, and even Daryl allowed himself an amused snort.
"How can you be 'Miss always polite's sister? You have your sense of humor, sugah'."
"I don't understand how you can be Daryl's brother when you can't shut the fuck up like ever, but we don't get to choose our relatives." Lana flashed a mocking smile at Merle, and Daryl's mouth twitched upward.
"At least your sister's normal, I got this piece of shit." He poked his head toward his brother, and Merle grabbed him by the neck.
"Who'd you call a shithead, lil' brother?" Daryl pushed his brother's hand away from his neck, but despite his irritation, he flashed a playful look.
"Shut up. Let's go before you scare off all the game in the forest..."
Lana laughed to herself, but they were finally on their way, leaving the camp behind them. Their father liked to hunt too, and always took his two daughters along, but Lori had never been interested in that sort of thing, so after a while it became a thing Lana and their father did together. Every time they had time alone together, they went hunting, which never pleased their mother, but she couldn't hold back her stubborn daughter. Later, Lana trained as a police officer, which is how Lori met Rick. Lana thought she would going to love begin a cop, but for a while she had been thinking about quitting, having been repeatedly complained about for going too far with a convict or suspect. Lana was the kind of person who was short-tempered, and as a cop, that wasn't a good thing. She got suspended right before all this shit went down. Maybe that's why she found common ground with the Dixon brothers. All three of them had impulsive tempers, a bit of a loner.
She loved his sister, but Lori relied too much on the help of others rather than her own strength, and the way the world looked at the moment, that wasn't very beneficial. Daryl walked ahead, so Merle matched Lana's pace and moved alongside her.
"So, did you really want to come hunting, or did you just want to get away from the Scooby-Doo gang?"
"Both. Lori's always worried about Carl, or if she's not, she's making out with Shane. She doesn't say it, but a blind man could tell they're making out." Merle snorted softly.
"They always sneak out into the woods one after the other. Or maybe you're just jealous your sister's getting a little shagging?" Merle waggled his eyebrows up and down as Lana smiled.
"How do you know I'm not fucking someone?"
"Then you wouldn't be spending your time in the fort with us of all people, you'd be getting laid."
"Which is why you should really appreciate me spending my precious time with you, because no one but me is going to appreciate your bullshit talks, Dixon."
"I'm gonna end up thinking you like me, sugah'." Merle grinned at her in amusement, causing Lana to snort.
"Then it would really be the end of the world."
-
A few hours later, the two boys returned with a dozen squirrels on each of their shoulders, and Lana with two rabbits. She caught Lori's glance from the far side of the camp and waved at her with a grin, showing off the two rabbits. Her sister just shook her head, but smiled anyway, glad to see her sister return unharmed, but her smile faded as she saw the two Dixons behind her.
It was getting dark, but still light enough to start skinning what they had caught. Daryl pushed the squirrels on his shoulder into his brother's hands and began to build a fire, while a little further away Merle sat down on the log in front of their tent and Lana joined him.
They worked quietly and with precision, and when the fire was blazing lively, Daryl joined them. Two hours later, most of the camp was able to eat, but Lana kept the two rabbits, one for her sister and nephew and one for herself and the Dixon brothers. By the time Daryl had retired to bed for the night as most of the camp, Merle and Lana was still sitting in front of the fire, the man holding a can of beer while Lana finished eating and licked her fingers one by one. It was rare for her to eat so well nowadays, and occasions like this had to be taken advantage of.
Merle's eyes were on her the whole time, he knew she didn't mean the move to be provocative, but fuck, it was still sexy as hell. She didn't mind getting dirty, and she let herself loosen up quite a bit in Merle's company, which was rare except for his brother, the others were always tense in Dixon's company, or avoid him and keep their distance. He spoke with a slow grin.
"Are your fingers clean yet, or shall I help you clean them?"
"Shut up, Dixon. I haven't eaten this good in a week." Merle laughed to himself.
"I know. Want a beer?" Lana just nodded and sat down next to him, but instead of waiting for him to hand her an unopened beer, she took what Merle had in his hand and drank from it. "I didn't mean mine, but help yourself."
"Oh, you were going to drink that? Sorry." Lana wasn't sorry in the least, she loved to suck Merle's blood, and the elder Dixon snorted softly and cracked open another beer. They drank in silence for a while, but every now and then Lana glanced at the man out of the corner of her eye. She sees his face from a side angle, the fire casting shadows across it, highlighting the man's already sharp features, the stubble on his face.
Merle was a handsome man, in his rough way. He was tall, and robust, the muscles in his biceps tensed pleasantly on his arms, though he must have been in his late forties, his hair was cropped short, the ends a little light, but barely noticeable. He wore a white wifebeater and cargo pants with black military-boots, and Lana's outfit was not much different, except that her pants were shorter and she wore a black top.
Her hair was the same as Lori's, dark brown, but slightly wavier than her sister's. Lana had turned thirty this year, so there were almost fifteen years between her and Dixon, she was much closer in age to Daryl.
Merle noticed that she sometimes glanced at him, so when their eyes met he raised an eyebrow in question, but did nothing, just kept drinking his beer.
Whether it was the beer she'd drunk or the fact that they were alone, she didn't know, but suddenly she smoothed her palm over Merle's knee, and while she watched him, she pulled her hand further up on his muscular thigh and took a sip of her beer.
Merle's other eyebrow shot up too, as he grinned smugly. He didn't know how this little interlude would turn out, but he'd be a stupid fool not to go along with it. He opened his legs wider and looked challengingly at her to go further if she dared, at which Lana pulled her hand further from his thigh to his crotch and palm him through his pants.
Merle put the drink down from his hand, then took it from Lana's hand as well, and the next moment he was pulling her into his lap. He grabbed her ass with both of his hands and squeeze it, then grinning.
"Mmm, it feels just as good as I thought it would."
"So you thought about it a lot, huh?" They both knew exactly the answer, then she tilted her head to the side as Merle sucked the skin on her neck.
"You're too irresistible, sugah'."
"Then why haven't you made a move on me yet?" Lana let out a shaking breath, Dixon was working wonders with his mouth, and he was still just at her neck. She shivered at the thought of what else he could do with his mouth.
"I must have an awfully bad taste if I've picked up a Dixon." Lana grinned playfully, and Merle laughed softly, then caught her mouth with his. The kiss started playfully, but it was also demanding. A kind of dominance struggle, they bit each other's lips occasionally, but when their tongues met and Merle gripped her buttocks harder, Lana moaned into the kiss.
This had been growing between them, perhaps since they'd first spoken, and instead of disgust, Lana grinned at Dixon's remarks and returned them while teasing the man, something no one else in the camp had dared to do, except his brother. Something just clicked between them.
Lana bucked her hips and pressed closer to Merle's groin, and she could feel his bulge even through his pants. Merle picked her up in his arms, easily supporting her weight, and moved toward her tent. Merle and Daryl had shared a tent, but Lana and Lori were separated because of her nephew, she wanted some privacy and now it was handy. Once inside the tent, Merle was immediately on top of her, attacking her neck, and Lana giggled.
"If Lori hears us in the next tent, I'gonna be dead tomorrow morning."
"You don't seem particularly worried about that." Merle grinned at her as he caressed her skin under her top, then slipped it off of her. Her tits were so damn nice, small but rounded in the right ways.
"She's got Shane."
"So I was right earlier, you were just bothered by the fact that you can't get laid."
"And I told you I could if I wanted to, didn't I?" Lana grinned, then tilted her head back as Merle turned his mouth from talking to something much better. He ran his tongue down between her breasts, down to her stomach as he unbuttoned her shorts and pulled her panties down over her.
He grabbed both her thighs and pulled her closer to him, then his tongue disappeared between her legs. Her moans became more uncontrollable and more frequent. First he used one finger, then added another, and a third. Lana's back arched as she reached her own climax, then melted onto the sleeping bag under her like a rag doll. She glanced at him, just to see a smug grin spread across Dixon's face.
Lana did nothing but lick her bottom lip as she watched him take off his wifebeater and begin to unbuckle the belt of his pants. He kicked off his boots, one after the other, and then, kneeling in front of her, he lazily ran his hand over his cock a couple of times.
"Do you like what you see, sugah'?"
"Mhm..." Lana braced her hands behind her back and returned his grin. The sight of him was very hot, but even more so when he was on top of her, and their groin came together, they both hissed in pleasure. She shifted her hips to feel even more how his cock pressing against her, then he moved up and caught Lana's lips with his own. They both grinned into the kiss as Dixon trailed his cock along her entrance, but he hadn't done anything yet.
"Merle... " Her voice was a warning to stop teasing her, and Merle this once listened, he caught her legs and pulled them around his waist, then in one motion he was deep inside her. The sensation made her suck in a sharp breath, then he pulled back, sliding almost out of her, before ramming back in. She throw her hands around his neck, and she groaned as he thrust hard into her again, and again, because despite his roughness, it was so fucking good. She going to be sore for the rest of the week, but it feels so good, an affirmation of life, a sign that things can be normal again in this fucked up world.
Lana's breath hitched, her muscles tight while reaching her climax. After that Merle didn't need much, his own thrust become's less controlled, more rougher. He grunted, reaching his own release and come inside her. He rests his head on her shoulder for a few moments, then Merle thrust lazily a few times before pulling out of her and lying down on his back next to Lana.
Both of their breathing was fast, sweat glistening on their bodies, mixed with the dirt on their skins after today's hunt, but neither of them minded when Lana moved over Merle and straddled him, kissing him lazily.
"Do you want to sleep, or..." She moved from his mouth to his neck, and now she sucked on his skin, leaving a clearly visible hickey, just as Merle had done earlier on her neck. "Or want another round?"
"Ya have to ask?" Merle grinned widely, pulling her hips closer to his wakening erection, and Lana flashed him a mocking grin.
"At your age, who knows, I don't want to tire you out too much."
"You're too cheeky." He smacked her bottom and Lana gasped in surprise, then grinned as they started kissing again. Sleep could wait a while longer.
-
Merle awoke with a strange contentment, something he hadn't felt in a long time, not even before. He wasn't the kind of man who would sleep with the women he was fucking, usually only getting into bed with them when he was passed out drunk or high, like his partners.
Lana's back was pressed against his chest, one of his hands resting on her waist, and he closed his eyes, sniffing into her hair, then pressed his mouth to the nape of her neck. She smelled of smoke, sweat, and dirt after yesterday, but there was something else underneath, probably her own scent. The only way they could clean themselves was to go down to the lake by the quarry, but somehow she still smelled good, at least Merle couldn't find anything wrong with it, since his couldn't have been any better after the last few days.
Her previously steady breathing became a little faster as she began to wake up, and she sighed softly as Merle kissed the back of her neck. Their legs were still entwined together, the way they had been at night, and for a few more minutes they simply stayed that way. Such quiet moments were rare these days.
Lana felt his length press against her buttocks, as she grinned slyly and turned over, then straddled his waist, pressing her sex against his, then leaned down to kiss him. Dixon slipped his fingers into her hair as he kissed her back, feeling Lana's breasts press against his chest, both of them falling asleep without their clothes on, and she grinned, pulling her head back enough to look at him.
"Hi."
"Mornin' sugah'."
"Best morning I had in a while." Lana admitted while smirking.
"Hell yeah, I ain't arguing whit that." They both groaned when Lana grabbed and guided his cock inside her. Their rhythm was slower than the night before, now it was lazy, and they just enjoyed themselves. "Ya' know, they going to wonder how an ol' redneck like me get his hands on a woman like ya."
"Must be the Dixon charm." Lana said, then kissing him one last time before getting up. She started dressing, but Merle just watched her smirking. "You enjoying the show, Dixon?"
"Go on, sugah', don't stop." Lana chuckled, and kept dressing but more slowly. She liked Merle around, he was funny even with his bad traits. Soon he was up too, searching for his wifebeater.
"Lookin' for this?" He glanced toward Lana and see his top in her hands. He saw that playful glint in her eyes, and a wide grin appeared on his face. He chased her in the small tent a little then catch her by the waist. "Catch'ed ya."
"Yeah." She said, still tried catching her breath, but grinning back. She had rarely seen the elder Dixon this playful and calm, except sometimes with his brother. His eyes were so blue, and smirking at her like this, she can see that certain Dixon charm. She playfully pushed him back, telling him to go to dress, and feel her face heats up. Stupid Dixon and his damn charm, but he was sexy.
Stepping outside her tent, he buckled his belt, a smug expression on his face when he catched the corner of his eyes Lana's sister. The woman's face was dumbfounded, her eyes widened when her sister stepped out of the tent after Merle.
"Wipe that smug expression on your face." His gaze turned back to Lana, and pulled her closer by her waist.
"Nah. It's too damn funny."
"Fuck, you're right, but I don't wanna hear my sister lectures all day."
"Not my problem, sugah'." He kissed her, then slap her ass playfully and went on his own business, probably looking for Daryl. She glanced at Lori, sitting before her tent.
"Merle Dixon?! Seriously, Lana, what have you thought?" Lana closed her eyes for a moment, then step before Lori.
"C'mon, Lori... what's the big fuss? I needed a little fun."
"But with Dixon of all people?"
"Like you with Shane of all people?" She said mockingly, and Lori immediately went silent. Lana scoffed. "I thought so."
She was pissed. Lori was so hypocrite, messing around with Shane, but criticizing her choices. Shane was Rick's best friend. It wasn't too long since her brother-in-law died, but Lori already seeking off with Shane. At least Lana doesn't hiding who's she fucking.
She headed to the lake, a quick bath was in order. Andrea and Amy were already there, but she doesn't minded. She took her clothes off, and bury herself in the cold water. She shivered, but the water on her skin felt nice.
"You wake up later than usual." She glanced at Andrea, who currently washed her hair.
"I was tired, huntin' all day."
"With the Dixons, yes? You seem pretty close with them." Lana raised her brows, not entirely understanding where this conversation lead.
"Well, I think. Nice to have some people who's also good at hunting, and stuff like that."
"So Merle Dixon had nothing to do with you getting up late this morning?" Andrea now was smirking, and Amy snorted.
"I think the entire camp see him leave your tent." Amy said, and Andrea nodded in agreement.
"If you saw, then why ask?"
"Oh, come on, Lana, Merle Dixon? The man is a pig, how did he manage to get into your pants?" It was clear Andrea hated Merle, and she was not alone. But she liked Lana, and she was really curious.
"Well, Dixon not all talk, he good with his mouth." Lana smirked, and Andrea's eyes widened, while Amy's face was burning. Then all three of them burst out laughing.
"God, I don't wanna know what Dixon does with his mouth." Andrea said with pure disgust.
"You asked, besides... he's hot. I'm hot. Don't see the problem."
"So weird." Amy said, and they started giggling again, then stepping out of the cold water. Lana dressed quickly, and went back to the camp. She felt eyes on her, but she just smirked under her nose. She doesn't ashamed of the fact that she had sex with Merle. She never cared what people thought of her, and she's not about to start now.
Daryl sat on a log, sharpening his knife, barely glancing up when his brother showed up. In the morning he doesn't give much thought to where his brother was, Merle always doing what he wanted, don't need Daryl to babysit him.
But later when he still doesn't come back, he was a little nervous. Merle always found trouble, or the other way around. But his rifle was there, just like his other stuff. When Daryl's eyes scanned the camp, he's brows run high. There was his brother, stepping out of Lana's tent, the woman behind him. Seeing Merle with that smug smirk of his, he doesn't need to ask what happened.
"What, not say mornin' to your big brother?" Daryl snorted.
"I bet ya' had a good morning."
"Jealous?" Merle smirked, then took out a smoke and lift it to his mouth while lighting it. "Never thought she can play dirty."
"I ain't surprised, ya' two flirted all the time."
"Just joking around, not thought she actually wanted somethin' for me. But damn, those tits and ass..."
"I hope ya' doesn't scared her off with your ugly mug."
"Fuck off, ugly your ass."
Daryl just shake his head, Merle was Merle, but he really hoped Lana still want to hang out with them. Not many could stand or want anything from a Dixon, but she was cool, even can handle Merle's bullshit. Later that day when she joined them helping prepare some meat, Daryl couldn't resist asking.
"So you two really bumping uglies, or Merle was just bullshitting?" The knife stopped in Lana's hand as looking at Daryl. She huffed smirking.
"Problem?"
"Nah. Just don't do it in my tent."
"Why not, ya' can watch." Daryl made a face, and Lana bust out laughing. Merle pat his brother's shoulder, an amused grin on his face.
"Relax, lil' brother. I don't wanna see your ugly face when I' fucking."
"Ya' two deserve each other." Despite his annoyance, he smiled. Daryl loved his brother, even he was an asshole, and Lana slowly become his friend. If that two wanted to mess around a little, then he doesn't care. Maybe Lana is good for his brother. A Dixon doesn't need anyone, but maybe she is good for both of them.
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