Where Do Babies Come From?
"Uncle Merle, where do babies come from?," Six year old Jasper asked the man sitting beside him, who just so happened at that exact moment, to be taking a drink of water.
There was a choking sound and water spewed from his mouth. Jasper quickly raised his hand up and slapped him on the back. It’s what mama and daddy always did when he got choked.
Merle waved his hand away, “Jesus Christ boy! Don’tcha have parents to ask these sorta questions ta?” he sputtered, wiping the water from his chin. ”Give a man some warning fer ya go and ask shit like that.”
Jasper giggled at him, “Sorry…” he sheepishly said. Maggie and Glenn had recently added on to their family with a baby boy of their own, Jasper who had never seen a baby before was naturally curious.
"Jude told me that the mama’s and daddies rub their belly buttons together. She said that the baby goes from daddy’s belly button to mama’s belly button." he told him.
Merle shook his head and glanced down at him, sucking on his teeth. The little shit was too curious for his own good. Much like Daryl was at his age. Daryl was always trailing behind his ass askin’ questions…and he had a fuckin’ question for everything.
"Well," he told him, "Jude don’t know shit. Go ask yer mama or daddy, boy. What the hell do I look like? Dr. Phil or some shit? I ain’t got the answers ya wantin’ kid."
Merle got up from the ground, his knees popping and cracking, he reached down and affectionately ruffled Jasper’s hair.
"Go pester yer mama and daddy about this shit. I ain’t got time…gotta go huntin’ fer Officer Friendly starts ridin’ my ass," he told him with a smirk. He loved nothing more than getting Officer Prick all riled up. It was the end of the fuckin’ world. A man had to get his entertainment from somewhere.
"Rick is an asshole," the kid grumbled under his breath.
Merle felt a pang of pride in his heart. The kid was going to make a damn fine Dixon one day.
"Ya kiss yer mama with that mouth, boy?," he said. "The last thing I need is yer mama harping in ma ear…"
Jasper looked down guiltily and muttered, “Sorry.”
"Go on now. Go find them. I got thangs ta do.", Merle said, chuckling to himself as he watched him run towards the prison entrance.
A damn fine Dixon indeed.
Daryl gently laid her down on their bed, and ran his hand down her sweat glistened torso. She made a whimpering sound in her throat and arched her back, the action pressing her breasts in to his face.
This fuckin’ woman was tryin’ to kill him.
Carol raised her hands up and tangled them in his shaggy hair, dragging his head down to her breast. He got the message loud and clear. He bent his head down and nuzzled her breasts, “Mmmm…mine,” he growled softly before slipping the pretty pink nipple between his lips. He flicked his tongue over her gently, sucking her into his mouth. He released...