#beijos

Part 1 — A beautiful girl

Avisos!

It's an AU where Merle has been in love with you since adolescence, and it will take place during high school. There are no zombies.

Daryl is more of a listener than a cupid; he doesn't interfere much in his older brother's life. There are characters that I created myself to better continue the story.

These writings are translations from MY Wattpad & TikTok accounts. (ww_bcam_ww both accounts.)

Explicit scenes, drugs, fighting, romance. Yeah, Merle and romance, sounds interesting.

Author's notes;

I have some ideas for other characters in this style because it's really fun to write this and use my mind for it — I really loved it.

Sn x Merle Dixon.

Oh, girl. You were the best in this place and you were dating a bland guy, yes, the classic captain of the football club — the dream of girls here in high school — You just tolerated that idiot, he made unnecessary jokes and lived off your money.

Yes, you're a girl beyond Merle's reach, he's aware of that. You're the typical girl who comes and goes in a luxury car, two. One from your mother and another from your father, always with the materials you want and in bright colors, impeccable notes, the student who only gets the highest grades, one of the popular girls—the leader—but she was quieter than everyone else there.

Merle observes you from afar.

He was in the same class as you, repeating the last year just like his addicted friends from other classes, and this one too. He looked at how beautiful your fingers were, long and slender—he knew you played piano—but he observed them more because he always wanted to imagine your hands, which were so soft and white; you don't need to be in the sun to get a sunburn or a tan.

How did he know your hands were soft? Simple, you were the class leader, you handed in assignments, helped those who needed to resolve doubts while the teacher was busy, accompanied students from your class to the principal's office, and fetched things for the teachers. And sometimes you accompanied him to the principal's office, other times you handed in his almost always blank assignments again, and your fingers would touch his or his arm.

Oh. He. Liked. It. A lot.

He even joked with you, disguised as flirting. He wasn't shy, but near you, sometimes words would get stuck in his throat.

Merle noticed your way of dressing, clean clothes and always those brands that made the girls look you up and down, whispering about how much money you had and how you showed it off, but Merle didn't think much of it... He knew you had money, that you were in a very different reality than his and his brother's.

Well, he was currently on break under the bleachers of the soccer field, smoking that sweet marijuana with his friends, all of them talking about women they'd slept with or just irrelevant topics. One of Merle's friends, Dom, knew quite a bit about Merle's crush on S/n.

Dom: "And you, Merle? Have you at least managed to get a kiss from the class president yet?"

The tone was provocative, but Merle just chuckled softly, the smoke escaping between his lips. No, he hadn't. He talked about you sometimes, but he wasn't so disrespectful or vulgar using your name. He tilted his head to the side while thinking about what to say, his fingers still holding the marijuana between them.

Merle: "What's it to you?"

He acted defensively while taking a long drag.

Dom: "Come on. You don't usually go this long without sex, it must be that girl from the beginning of last year... S/n? Ever since you mentioned her, you've been acting strange."

Merle laughed as he stood up, stretching his back as he threw the cigarette butt on the ground and crushed it with his foot.

Merle: “Want a list of the women I’ve slept with?”

He said mockingly as he was leaving, heading towards the bathroom to try and minimize the smell of marijuana.

You were walking by and smelled that scent. You looked back and saw Merle. Merle had passed by you too quickly; you thought you could let it go, but being the way you are... You followed him and before entering the bathroom, you tugged at his shirt sleeve.

Sn: “Merle!”

Merle stood still and let that little girl turn him around. He leaned against the wall while the silence of the school was almost unbearable.

Merle: "What did I do now?"

He raised an eyebrow and tried his best not to show that he liked it when you caught his attention. Damn it, he was trying to look only into your eyes and trying his best not to get excited by your approach. Damn teenage body, his erection showed in those dark jeans, but his dick was to the side, he managed to disguise it without touching it. He hoped you wouldn't see.

Y/N: "That smell. Were you smoking again?"

He put his hands in his pockets and leaned towards you. That smell invaded your nostrils, marijuana. He was definitely smoking again.

Merle: "No."

She frowned while wrinkling her nose because of the not-so-pleasant smell. He, on the other hand, could smell that sweet perfume that he loved to smell when you passed by him.

She approached him, but her hand brushed against his face to keep her from getting too close. She ran her hands over him, not intending to arouse him, but trying to find a cigarette and take it to the principal's office. Her hands brushed against his sides, making him widen his eyes and pull his hands out of his pockets—a defensive instinct, but knowing it was you, he didn't care. He calmed down.

How long has it been since you searched him? From what he observes, you only do that to him. You really think he's just a messed-up addict, right?

Merle: "You won't find what you're looking for."

He said defiantly, provoking with an arrogant smile as he discreetly moved a hand to your lower back and pulled you closer. He swore he would feel a slap on his face, but you didn't react? His timid hand only touched your fingers. But you moved away slightly, afraid your boyfriend would appear.

You didn't pull away, he didn't understand but he liked it.

He looked at your face, determined to take you to the principal's office and have you spend the weekend doing something really boring—punishment—for doing such a thing. Your hands went down to his hips and when your hands touched the front of his pockets he shuddered and groaned softly, quickly your hand held your wrist in place, you grabbed his penis. What did you think you were looking for? Just because you were close enough to his pocket to seem like something...

Merle: "sn..."

He looked at your face, the urge he had to kiss you right there and pull you into the bathroom, damn. He had to use all his self-control.

Your eyes widened in surprise? Disgust? What were you thinking, still holding the outline of his penis? It throbbed softly, seemingly demanding to be released and relieved. Merle wasn't holding your wrist there; it was just a warning that your body acted on impulse. Quickly, he slid his hand away from your wrist and coughed to clear his throat, and when you pulled your hand away, he missed the warmth of your hand.

Y/N: "I'm sorry."

You turned your face away. Merle observed you; he didn't seem as nervous as he was inside. He simply moved his hand to adjust your glasses correctly. Your glasses were on the tip of your beautiful nose while his larger hand, with robust fingers, adjusted them.

Merle: "It's okay."

He said in a voice hoarser than usual as he straightened his shirt, trying to lighten the mood for you. He had fantasies about you, romantic thoughts too. Did he have those wet dreams? Definitely. He thought about you all the time.

Merle: “Better not. I don’t forgive you.”

He said, that arrogant smile returning, he stood closer, no longer leaning against the wall.

Y/N: “What?”

Merle: “What’s wrong? You started searching me like you were a police officer and squeezed my penis. Do you want me to pretend nothing happened?”

You swallowed hard as you looked up at Merle Dixon. He moved his hand to the side of your face.

Merle: “A kiss. And I’ll keep this your secret. And next time you search me… ask me if I’m not excited by you.”

Even though he was in love with you, he wouldn’t push things so hard. He knows you have a boyfriend but he doesn’t care, he wants you. Body, feelings, soul. He knows he’ll have to win you over and he knew he’ll insist even more, not from afar anymore.

You looked around, you placed your hands on the sides of his neck, just enough to pull Merle into a kiss, your tongue invaded his mouth, he awkwardly moved his hands to the sides of her body, but just as he was returning the kiss that started so quickly, it ended, with her hands on his chest.

You: “Silence. Merle Dixon.”

She said as she adjusted her backpack on her shoulder and turned her back to him, walking away with a flushed face.

Wait, you blushed when you kissed him? He felt his heart racing, he felt that organ beating so fast it felt like it was hitting the wrong beat.

He already felt his penis aching inside his pants and went to the bathroom, yes, besides washing his hands and somehow getting rid of the smell of marijuana, he was going to masturbate in the stall to relieve himself and go home. Merle remembered the sensation of her hands on his face and imagined that kiss again, you tasted so sweet... It must be those candies and gums you always eat but keep your teeth perfect...