Merle made a bet with you. If you could take out more zombies than him, he would let you be the dominant one in bed. Lucky for you, you’re a good shot. Lucky for Merle, you know how to have a good time.
“C’mon baby, don’t do this.”
You ignored Merle as you tied him up.His arms were behind his back so he couldn’t move. Tonight was your night. Merle had made a promise. Oh, he thought you forgot but you remembered. He had made a promise to you. Okay, it was more of a bet. If you could take out more walkers than him, he would finally let you be the dominant one. The two of you had been fucking for a while now, and while it was fun to be the bottom sometime, it got old. So, you when Merle placed the bet, you were determined to win.
Which you did.
Forty. You managed to take out forty walkers. Merle only took out thirty-six. Grudgingly, he agreed to uphold his end of the bargain. He was probably regretting it, but it was too late.