#blacksheepmerle

Escape. If he had to describe it in one word, it would be escape. Not from his family, of course, but from the horrors that the apocalypse has created in his world. So many of his friends have died, and he’s done so many things that he never would have done before this that he just wants to forget it all. Even if it’s only for a few moments, he wants to forget it all. Taking care of the crops was his escape at the prison, but now that that’s gone his chances for it, and the ways to do it, have become a bit more scarce.

Beth furrowed her brows. "I'm not your slave Merle." She snarled at him. "You can find someone else to do it, or do it yourself. As for the sins, I don't think we got all the time in the world for you to tell me."

He may be a piece of poo but he's our piece of poo

ooc;; Gah, this means the world to me coming from the person that brought me into Tumblr. I AM NOT ONLY KATE-MADE BUT KATE-APPROVED AS WELL. [/rolls around like a wild, little monkey] Thank you so much for this. <3 It’s such a pleasure to see you back on my dashboard, and I look forward to every interaction that our characters will have together in the future!

           "Would ya             cut it out?"

                "What are you talkin' about, Merle? The                 uh ... broken arm or the fact that I've                 sustained a bullet wound?" yeah. It                 seemed she'd been a little bit ... less                 cautious, than usual.