Merle dixon was your older brother, along with Daryl Dixon, Merle was the oldest and you were the youngest. you were currently on the roof top with him, sat next to him on the ledge of the roof, watching him being reckless with his bullets...shooting down walkers left and right, chuckling to himself, you were watching him intently as he fed you information about weaponry and people

He wasn’t the best brother, considering the age gap…but he was all you really knew and he did try to be a good brother, even if he wasn’t always successful, he did teach you stuff and take you with him on supply runs a lot...Daryl was out hunting, you had to go with Merle and a few others on a supply run, it was a stupid idea now that they think about it, a teenager going on a dangerous supply run with their sadistic and drug dealing brother, they wanted to separate him from you as much as possible so he couldn’t talk about them to you behind their backs…

finally you hear you group running back up the stairs from retrieving a survivor from a overrun tank that sat abandoned on the middle of the street, a sheriff by the looks of it, you hear the metal door to the roof smash open, banging against the wall before slowly shutting again as the group pulled onto the open roof space, that’s when you saw Glenn, T-dog, Andrea, Jacqui, and the new guy they had saved, rick, run up to the roof after Andrea…Merle almost instantly groans, rolling his eyes, sitting back against the ledge next to you