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Warnings for child birth and just general sad vibes get some tissues!
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"Noo!" Rick barked seeing the walkers behind his pups, mate, and the elder alpha. Daryl yelped in surprise.
"Get him and your sister to safety!" Daryl growled at the young alpha. Carl panicked but listened to his mother racing off with Hershel and beth locking themselves inside the gate.
Daryl shot a few, spotting the hat he 'needed' he stopped, picked it up and ran. He went deep into the prison.
"We need to get those turned off!" Axel and Oscar yelled to their prime, Rick nodded racing behind them. Glenn and Maggie worked tirelessly killing any walker they could.
Where did the omega go?
Carol and T-Dog fought hard, T-Dog yelped as he was bit but got Carol to safety behind a door.
"No..no not now..anytime but now..." the omega started sobbing, water rushed down his jeans and the pains he thought he was feeling earlier were in full swing.
Contractions.
"Anytime but now puppies anytime.." he whispered sobbing as he shot his way through the darkness until he came to the boiler room.
He raced in. Seething and whining in pain Daryl picked up a few boxes and chairs pushing them in front of the door to make sure nothing dead got in.
"Why..why now why now..this ain't right.." The boiler room was dark and dank. No soft bedding that he had so carefully placed, no Rick, no Hershel. No pups ready to hold their new siblings.
Daryl dropped the hat and started sobbing, he took his pants off as he felt another rush of pain. He started breathing in time with the alarms blaring.
Taking off his shirt to use as a cover for one of the pups he looked around seeing a clean towel. "That'll have to do." He groaned. "Scream with the alarms, less sound." He whispered to himself.
He laid down and started pushing, an alarm blare scream. Push, alarm blare scream.
Blood, is there supposed to be blood?
He didn't know.
This wasn't supposed to happen yet.
Rick, scented the rogue alpha first. He started shouting to Axel and Oscar to help with the rogue first then the alarms. Everyone was busy fighting the dead, each thinking Daryl was safe or with someone else.
Another alarm blare, scream and push.
A little head poked out, he smiled in relief the small pup seemed to make it out the rest of the way easy. "Well hello little one." Daryl whimpered, wrapping the small male pup in the towel. He had found a box just big enough for the one small pup and laid him inside. The pup cried for a moment then seemed to calm. "Alright, one more to go."
Daryl kept pushing, screaming now louder. "Little ass kicker.." he grunted and groaned as he kept pushing. His son was punching the air with small fists, that was when he smelt it.
Alpha.
His first born was an alpha male, he calmed, wasn't like him. Good.
He kept pushing, the next pup becoming visible. He screamed and cried, breathing heavily and feeling light headed.
Thank god.
He was almost done, he kept pushing, kept going. The alarms seemed to stop, but his screams were loud. He could hear the dead now. Slamming on the door, his son started barking at the door. "Oh little one shh. Ahh..ahh..fu-"
Finally the small pup emerged fully. A small female, but her scent was alpha as well. Thank god they weren't like him.
They both cried for a few minutes, as they cried Daryl felt his chest grow wet.
Milk.
Food they needed food.
He brought them each up, cleaning them off then having them latch. They ate happily kicking at one another.
They were his; he had done it by himself, he had pushed his pups by himself and brought them into this world.
His alpha would be proud of him. Two alpha pups, and the omega was still breathing. They were fine, fine, all fine.
Then the dead ruined his moment.
The door began to budge, the chairs and boxes moving.
Fuck fuck fuck.
Daryl wrapped the pups up and laid them apart. The little boy in the box, the little girl in her fathers hat. He then put them under a desk and pushed a broken door over the entrance. He then held his bow at the ready, he was ready to fight for their lives.
Stop putting yourself in danger. The words echoing in his head. Stop.
He couldn't stop, he needed to protect his pups. Get back to his pack. Blood caked his thighs, his naked body shaking as the first walker appeared.
Arrow flying.
Down.
Another arrow and then another until the arrows were gone. Two left, two more walkers standing between him and safety. He grabbed for his knife and began staggering towards the monsters that threatened his pups.
The first was easy to take out, the second had a riot helmet. Daryl hissed as he fell backward hitting the ground hard. He groaned, his pups hearing him whine, began to bark. The barks were small but they were barks.
The little alphas we're trying to protect their mother.
Daryl chuckled, but the smile left quickly as the walker began to move towards the desk they were hiding under.
He turned and began to crawl in pain towards the dead. "Not my pups you bitch!" Daryl roared, the walker turned and Daryl pounced, stabbing upward killing it.
He raced to his pups, freeing them from under the desk his heart stopped. The pups weren't barking, only the girl.
His son was groaning and glassy eyed, the scent of life gone.
Daryl dropped to his knees as he quickly grabbed for his daughter. He sobbed as hard as he had ever sobbed before. He howled in terror as the tiny tiny walker reached for them.
Daryl sobbed, holding his daughter tight to him. "No..no..no I'm sorry..no...no..I'm sorry. You were supposed to live..what happened..what..what happened.."
He looked over the pups, nothing looked wrong. Nothing seemed wrong. Yet the pup was dead. He set his daughter back in the hat and cradled it in his arm.
"I cant do it..I can't."
He screamed and threw his knife across the room. The little walkers hands reached for him again. He pushed the box out from under the desk and watched it while sobbing uncontrollably.
He failed.
He failed.
Rick was going to hate him. Rick was going to hate him for losing their pup.
What happened? How could it happen?
Sometimes pups just died, but it wasn't supposed to happen to him. Not to him. He cradled his daughter while sobbing, hearing the little walkers groans, he tossed another rock it's way. He couldn't kill it. That was his pup.
That was his puppy.
He had carried him and delivered him. The pack had already grown attached. The pups were so excited.
Rick.
Rick was so happy to see the growth, to feel their kicks. He'd talk to his stomach at nigh, tell them stories. He'd kiss his growing belly.
Now there was only one pup and a ghost.
He sucked in a deep breath of air, looked down at his daughter.
"Alright little ass kicker...we can survive. Keep his memory alive..right?"
The small girl placed her hand on his face, he smiled.
He had to survive for her, for Carl and Beth. For Rick, if Rick would still have him.
He sighed, Rick wouldn't want him. He lost their pup, Rick was going to hate him. He sobbed harder as the pup curled up in the hat and fell asleep. The boy groaning, Daryl couldn't bring himself to end it.
So he sat in the dark, listening to the groans, hating himself.
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