You were the younger sibling of Merle and Daryl Dixon. They both kind of raised you since your dad was an asshole, and died before the apocalypse broke out.

You weren’t that close with Merle, for multiple reasons. First of all he wasn’t really interested in having a bond with you, since you were way younger than him. Second of all, he wasn’t really a good influence, he was drunk or stoned most of the time. And last but not least, he wasn’t really a good person in general.

Yet, he tried his best to be a good brother. He’d make sure you were safe, fed, warm and alright. He did indeed care for you, you were of the very few people.

You were sitting in your cell when Merle knocked on the wall to get your attention. You perked up and let out a soft sigh. “Oh, hey Merle.” You said simply.

“Hey little one, you okay?” He asked making his way to the edge of the bed and sat down next to you, he looked different, more vulnerable.

“I’m good, what about you?” You asked sitting up, studying his expression. Merle rubbed his chin and looked down at his lap clearing his throat before glancing back at you.

“I know we’re not close, and it’s mostly my fault. But i promise you this.” He said looking into your eyes. “I’ll always look out for you, i care about you, ya know?.” He smiled weakly and bumped your shoulder a bit, to play it off cool since he didn’t really like to show his soft side.