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He knows he’s fucked up. A little off, a little weird. He doesn’t like people. Can’t stand the thought of someone touching him much less actually letting it happen. He’s quiet. He doesn’t talk unless he has too, and even then he won’t say much. He spends far too much time outside among the trees and not enough in society. He eats things ‘normal’ people wouldn’t touch with a ten foot pole. In his defence, he’s been eating possum since he was a kid and not only is it good in stew, it’s never once made him sick. Unlike that one time Merle and him grabbed lunch on the way out of town at that little fast food spot and he’d spent the night in the bathroom. He can count his friends on one hand, Dale, Carol, and Rick. Though Dales his boss so he’s not sure that really counts. Carols also just the cashier that works nights on Thursdays at their local grocery store, which just so happens to be the time and day he shops. He’s not really sure he can count her either, even if she’s the one that checks him out each time and she’s nice enough to have a little chat with him. Ricks just the officer that throws Merle in the drunk tank once a month. He’s a nice guy really. They talk when he swings into pick him up. So overall he’s just the weird quite guy who lives in a cabin in the woods, grunts more then he actually talks, and doesn’t really socialize outside of his brother.
Which is where things get even weirder. If anyone ever finds out what goes on within the four walls of their home he knows all hell will break loose, and they’d probably get run outta town. Because he couldn’t be a normal guy. He couldn’t go out and settle down with a girl, or hell, even just fuck around with one period. He knows people talk, can hear em sometimes when they think their being sneaky and whispering behind their hands. He knows they think he’s queer. Their not really wrong, but he’s pretty sure they wouldn’t guess what’s really going on either. Cause he’s not normal. Normal guys don’t crawl into bed with their older brothers at the age of twenty-eight and thirty-six respectfully. He reckons that they probably don’t cum calling their name either, much less while getting pounded into the mattress. But he does.
So he’s just a tad fucked up. He’s not real sure what it means for Merle though. Unlike him, his brother can carry-on with just about anybody. Little old lady’s at the grocery store, the guys down at the bar, Rick while he’s getting arrested. He just gets people, or at the very least he understands enough to hold a decent conversation. He doesn’t mind when someone slings an arm over his shoulders, or pats him on the back either. He just goes with it all easy like, as if someone foreign touching him doesn’t make his skin crawl. He doesn’t have any issues with woman either, which is one of the reasons people haven’t figured things out yet. It should probably bother him that Merle sleeps around, but it really doesn’t. At least five nights out of seven Merle spends tucked up with him, it’s only the odd one here and there that he doesn’t. And even if they don’t get to fuck, chances are Merle will crawl into bed with him at some point before morning. It’s pretty rare for him to actually spend the whole night with some bar fly.
So compared to him Merle’s a little more normal. Which is part of the reason he tends to keep things to himself. He can never really tell if what he likes or feels is socially ok or weird as fuck and blatantly strange. Merle’s the only one he talks too on a regular basis, and while his brothers never gotten angry with him, sometimes he gets confused. Merle doesn’t understand why he thinks the way he does, or why he does certain things in general. Which includes his rather long and confusing list of sexual preferences, kinks, and turn-on’s. Because again, he’s not normal. Of course his sex life has to be as weird as him.