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Summary: Daryl needed some love and you gladly gave it to him.
Warnings: TWD violence, gore, blood, character deaths, explicit language, smut (oral f receiving, unprotected p in v, simple aftercare). Not proofread.
Pairing: Daryl Dixon x f! reader smut + fluff.
Setting: Quarry.
A/N: I read a post some time ago that said that Daryl in season 1 just needed some kisses to calm down and I couldn't agree more so I wrote this. It's also my first time trying to write smut, so I am so sorry if this sucks, and I was so hesitant to post it so please be nice lol. đ
âHa-ha, funny girl,â T-Dog deadpanned, rolling his eyes and suppressing a genuine laugh. It was the third bad joke you told in a row, and he was starting to find them funny.
âI really am,â you replied breathlessly, finally able to catch your breath after cackling at your joke.
âOkay, Eddie Murphy,â T-Dog, added jokingly, making you giggle as he placed a bunch of firewood you'd been helping him split for the past 40 minutes. âLet's head back.â
âI just thought of another one!â You exclaimed as you walked next to him. His groan of annoyance made you laugh before you even told the joke. âWhat do you call a fish with no eyes?â
âI. Don't. Know.â
âA fsh,â you replied after a dramatic pause, hardly able to contain your laugh as he gave you a side-eye, pressing his lips together to hold a smile back. âPlease, I-â you started, but interrupted yourself as a commotion reached your ears from the camp. You recognized Daryl's voice.
Sharing a confused look with T, you both picked up the pace, coming into view with what seemed like a heated discussion between Daryl, Shane, and Rick, the man who joined the camp yesterday. You felt a little annoyed that they ignored T-Dog's request to let him tell Daryl, but oh well.
âRick Grimes,â he introduced himself to Daryl.
âRick Grimes,â Daryl mocked him, ây' got somethin' you wanna tell me?â
âYour brother was a danger to us all, so I handcuffed him on a roof hooked into a piece of metal,â Rick stated, apparently with confidence. âHe's still there.â
You stayed in place, watching as T-Dog slowly took a few steps closer to the scene.
Daryl hummed as he turned around, pacing shortly before he spoke, âLe' me process this,â said he while turning to face Rick again, clearly growing irritated. âYa' sayin' you handcuffed ma brother to a roof, and you left 'im there!â His veins popped as his voice got raspier as he yelled at the other man.
Rick gulped before admitting. âYeah.â
Suddenly, Daryl tossed the squirrels he was carrying toward Rick, the latter swiftly dodging them before Shane jumped into action, tackling Daryl to the ground. Next, he pulled a knife from its holster, swinging it at the former cops, but being stopped in a matter of seconds.
In the blink of an eye, Shane put Daryl in a chokehold, while Rick snatched the weapon out of his hand. âYa best let me go!â warned Daryl, struggling in Shane's grip as the cop brought him to the ground. You walked closer toward Carol as your eyes remained on the scene, but decided to walk to the other side as you noticed Ed was next to her.
âI think it's better if we don't,â Shane replied, almost mockingly.
âChockehold's illegal,â Daryl added, face red from the struggle.
â'Kay, file a complaint,â If this situation was not so tense, you would've laughed. You did a little on the inside. Rick kneeled in front of the restrained man as Shane spoke again. âC'mon, man, can keep this up all day.â
âI'd like to have a calm discussion on this topic. You think we can manage that?â Rick spoke, trying to find Daryl's eyes. âYou think we can manage that?â the cop repeated when no answer was obtained.
Panting and growling, Daryl grunted in agreement, finally getting Shane to release him; more aggressively than he should, if they asked you. Sitting up quickly, Daryl pointed at Shane warningly. Rick continued: âWhat I did was not on a whim,â he explained. âYour brother does not work and play well with others.â
âIt's not Rick's fault,â T-Dog spoke up, his leg bouncing anxiously as he confessed. âI had the key. I dropped it.â
âCouldn't pick it up?â Daryl retorted. His voice was calmer, but you recognized in his stormy eyes a hint of grief. Nobody else cared about his brother when his brother was everything he had. You couldn't imagine how terrible this situation was for him.
âWell, I dropped it in a drain.â
Dropping his head, Daryl slowly got up, gathering his composure again. Anger returned to his expression as he walked past T-dog, â'f it's s'posed ta make me feel better, it don't,â glaring daggers at the 'culprit.'
âMaybe this will,â T went on to say, âI chained the door to the roof so the geeks couldn't get at him... with the padlockâ
âIt's gotta count for something,â Rick piped in.
Drying a tear as soon as it came, Daryl took a deep breath. âHell with all y'all!â he screamed. âJus' tell me where he is, so's I can go get 'im.â
âHe'll show you,â Lori stated, staring into her husband's eyes. âAin't that right?â Rick's eyes left his wife's after a few seconds, finding T-Dog's shortly before nodding.
âI'm going back,â he declared, almost solemnly, hands on his hips as his eyes met Daryl's again. The younger Dixon clenched his jaw before walking past everyone to get his crossbow and stomping to his tent.
You didn't notice you went behind him until Dale stopped you by grabbing your wrist. âWhat are you doing, honey?â the older man questioned. He'd always been kind and sweet to you, so you gently released yourself from his grip.
âHe's upset,â you explained, and he seemed to understand as he nodded reluctantly, but understandingly. On your way, you grabbed your half-full water bottle, and slowly approached the edge of the camp, where the tent of the Dixon's was.
You found Daryl sitting on the chair outside his tent, shoulders hunched forward, fists clenched with anger as if grasping the last shreds of control. His head bowed low and his eyes were shut tight. You caught the way his body shook softly with quiet sobs. You stilled, not daring to interrupt this stolen vulnerable moment.
After another minute, he abruptly stood up, drying his tears before cursing loudly while kicking the chair he was sitting in. You were suddenly hesitant to approach him and decided to turn around and leave, but before you took one step, his voice reached your ears.
âWhaddaya doin' here?â
You took a deep breath before turning back around and walking up to him, your water bottle hanging from your hand. âI- uhm, I just wanted to say I'm sorry about Merle, and-â
âYa don' even like 'im,â he snapped defensively.
âNo, I don't,â you confirmed, âbut I like you, and he's your brother. Even if my brother would annoy the shit out of me before, I loved him, and... I'm sorry you're going through this, Daryl,â you took a few steps closer, eyes on the ground as you spoke before meeting his.
His gaze remained on yours, before studying your face, finding nothing but the truth.
He frowned deeper, angrily huffing out a breath before turning away from you to rant. âHe's jus' so fuckin' stupid. Nobody can fuckin' stand him an' he can't keep 'is fuckin' mouth shut!â he yelled, pacing from left to right, hands dancing through the air practically independently, punctuating his words.
âWhy he gotta be such a fuckin' pain in the ass? Not even when we gotta surv-â mid-sentence, your hands found his cheeks, and with utter sweetness your lips impulsively found his, silencing his words.
He stilled, hands slowly dropping to his sides, body completely tense.
You quickly pulled away, opening your eyes to find his eyes slightly wide and totally confused. Your hands left his face and you took a step back. Your eyes awkwardly looking anywhere but at him. âFuck, Daryl, I'm so sorry,â you started, a knot of anxiety growing in your chest. âI don't know why I did that... well, I know why, 'cause I like you, but I shouldn't have, I'm- I'm so sorry, really.â
Your rambling was interrupted by his hands on your waist, pulling you closer to connect his lips with yours. This time he was more relaxed, and the kiss was slower. His hands slid down to gently grab your hips, pressing his body to yours.
Your arms snaked around his neck, dropping your water bottle, and allowing your lips to part when his tongue requested entrance. Exploring the taste of each other, time stilled for a moment, but you loved it. The kiss grew almost desperate and the grip on your hips got stronger.
Unhappy to pull away, but needing to do so to breathe, you found yourself gasping as his lips left yours. You smiled brightly, cheeks rosy, and he smirked while dipping his head. âAlso, I brought you water,â you added, grabbing the bottle from the ground, and dusting off the little dirt that stuck to its side before handing it to him.
âThanks,â he nodded, taking it from your hands before opening it, downing the liquid, and emptying the bottle.
âYou're gonna find him,â you reassured him, placing a hand on his shoulder and a quick kiss on his cheek. He smiled and nodded once again, muttering a thank you. You sounded pretty confident as if you knew, which gave him the confidence when he left on the search for his brother later that day.
Everybody screamed as they tried to avoid or fight the walkers emerging from the thick forest. The evening that started so peacefully suddenly turned into the perfect scene of a terrifying horror movie.
Things moved fast and slow at the same time. It was a blur. Tunnel vision, solely focused on surviving and protecting your group, moving on automatic pilot as you dug your machete countless times into the head of those flesh-hungry monsters.
You didn't even notice when it ended, barely feeling a pair of strong hands gripping your shoulders. His voice sounded distant asking if you were okay over and over. But you couldn't answer, you weren't sure if you were okay, the adrenaline didn't let you feel your body.
His loud voice calling your name finally snapped you out of your trance. âWhat?â You asked, brows knitting in confusion.
âWere ya bitten? Are ya alright?â Daryl questioned, nealy manhandling you as he searched and scanned for bites or scratches on your neck, lifting the sleeves of your flannel to make sure the skin of your arms was intanct.
âI didn't get bit or anything,â you shook your head, still a bit gone.
Cupping your face to study your eyes, he quickly pulled you into his arms, and you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. You felt finally safe now. You wrapped your arms around his torso, closing your eyes and hiding your face in his neck.
After everyone agreed to get some rest and leave the cleaning for the morning, Daryl offered to stay in your tent with you that night.
He helped you into your pajamas, and you cuddled for a bit as he told you what happened in Atlanta. Then you simply lay in silence. You played with his fingers and he watched you adoringly, rubbing soothing circles on your back with his free hand.
You looked up to find his eyes on yours. Gently he cupped your chin, leaning down to capture your lips in a kiss. Your hand went up to cup half of his face, returning the kiss with equal passion. It was almost needy but slow. It was like he needed the confirmation that you were both here and okay.
Tongues met in a slow dance, and his hands reached down to cup your ass, easily moving you to lay on top of him. You couldn't help but moan as your body completely pressed against his, but it also made you want to feel more.
His hands slid under your shirt, and you broke the kiss in need of oxygen, immediately latching your lips onto his neck, sucking and kissing. He hummed in satisfaction, which was all the confirmation you needed to keep going, but he stopped after a few moments, pulling his hands out of your shirt, and cupping your face again for you to look at him.
âYou sure 'bout this?â he asked, his face stern as he waited for your answer.
You nodded hastily, licking your lips. âYeah. Are you?â
â'M sure,â he said without hesitation, pulling you onto his lap so you could straddle him. âNeed ta feel ya,â he whispered in a husky voice, sending a shiver down your spine as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a passionate kiss.
His hands caressed the dip of your waist up and down under your shirt as you made out. You buckled your hips up unintentionally but did it again on purpose when you heard him moan into your mouth.
You were straight-up grinding into his hips before he pulled away from your mouth, ânot yet, doll,â he whispered as he took your shirt off. His hands went to your breasts like magnets, kneading and massaging the curves shamelessly as he peppered your neck with hot, open-mouthed kisses that trailed down to pop a tit inside his mouth.
Your clothed cunt clenched on air, as you closed your eyes and moaned, enjoying the attention, and you could feel his excitement tenting in his pants as well.
He slowly shifted the position, you back now on the mattress. After he decided both tits had been given enough attention, albeit still reluctant, his mouth trailed lower and lower, hands smoothly pulling your shorts and panties at the same time as his tongue and mouth kissed and licked the skin of your stomach.
His eyes met yours as he kissed your thighs, silently asking for permission to go further. âPlease,â you whispered, surprising yourself by how needy you sounded, but then again, you did feel like you needed him right now.
He wasted no time, and in less than a second his mouth was latched to your clit. Tongue swirling on it and sucking, making you gasp. He used his whole face, pushing himself deeper and moving side to side as his tongue flicked over your sensitive pearl quickly. Hungrily. You arched your back involuntarily, fingers finding his hair to pull while simultaneously pulling him closer.
With a hand on your hip, he sucked a few more times before he licked a strip down to your entrance where his tongue began to fuck you. His thumb replaced his mouth on your clit, rubbing at the same speed as his tongue went in and out of you. You moaned and whimpered and cursed, trying to keep quiet, being apparently unsuccessful.
âQuiet, sunshine,â he whispered, his free hand reaching up to make you suck on two fingers to silence you, and you happily obliged. Your legs wrapped around his head as he continued his ministrations, the familiar knot forming in your stomach.
âFuck, Daryl, I- wait,â your back arched further, legs pulling him closer, contradicting your plead as he moved faster and faster, changing again to suck on your clit and fuck you with his fingers. He hummed and the vibrations brought you closer. âSo close.â
Your pitch was higher and higher, the knot tighter and tighter. All it took was a final, flick and suck of his tongue, feeling him moan against your cunt before pushing you over the edge into a shattering climax. The free hand covered your mouth as the other slowed down, prolonging your pleasure until your body relaxed and you came down from your high.
âFuck,â you looked at him with hazy eyes.
âFuck,â he said as a confirmation, looking down to see a damp spot on his sweatpants.
âCome here,â you said, pulling him into a kiss. He gladly kissed you back as you slid your hands under his shirt, trying to pull it up, but he stopped you, grabbing your wrist.
âI-â he started, looking away from your eyes and knawing on his bottom lip. âI have- I....â
âYou don't have to take it off, it's okay.â
âNo, I wan' ta, jus'â he sighed, slowly taking the shirt off. He was thankful his back was away from you. At least you wouldn't have to see those yet. âMy dad... was a drunk,â he reached to touch, kind of trying to hide, one of the scars on his shoulders, but you gently pushed his hand away, tracing the scar with your fingertips before looking up at him. You smiled and kissed him shortly, before kissing the scars on his shoulders.
âYou're so strong,â you whispered.
His heart was beating fast but in a good way. His lips found yours again as he settled himself between your legs. Your now-familiar mouths found a rhythm as he started to pull his sweatpants and boxers down.
His erection hit your thighs making you pull away. You bit your bottom lip at the sight; he was thick, and the size was a bit on the bigger side. âAll for you, baby,â he whispered, as he pumped himself a couple of times.
He rubbed the tip on your clit and entrance, spreading your and his juices all over your cunt again. âYa ready?â he asked, slapping your cunt with his dick gently. You nodded. âNah, need ya to speak up.â
âPlease, Dar, I'm ready. I need you.â
He hummed in satisfaction, leaning to prop himself up with his forearms around your head, kissing your cheek, before slowly pushing into you. You moaned and he groaned. You were wet and ready enough, so the stretch felt like pure bliss for both of you.
He grabbed both your hands with one of his and pinned them above your head, starting to move when you wrapped your legs around his hips. âFeel so good, doll.â
He started slow, savoring the moment but also nervous to hurt you. But soon, he picked up a rhythm and started moving faster. Your boobs bounced beneath him as he kissed and worshipped your neck and breasts. You felt so deliciously full as he thrust up into your tight, dripping heat, moaning and whimpering underneath him.
He was in heaven, eyes inevitably closed as he made love to you, but he wanted to keep them open to look at you. To him, you looked like a work of art just like that.
âHarder,â you breathed, and he obliged. Your skin met over and over and the sounds filled your tent. He grunted, reaching down to rub on your clit, eliciting a gasp from you. âOh, right there,â your voice was getting higher, letting him know you were close. âDon't stop, fuck, please, don't stop.â
âI won', baby. I gotcha,â he moaned. His thrusts became more and more urgent, each one hitting that sweet spot that made your body arch and your toes curl. If your hands weren't inside his gasp you'd be grasping the sheet beneath you. With one last flick of your clit, you shattered.
His mouth claimed yours to silence your cries of pleasure. Pure ecstasy filled your body, and prolonging your high, Daryl continued moving inside you, until he, too, reached his peak, quickly pulling out and releasing himself on your stomach.
Spent and breathless, he collapsed next to you, who was in the same state as him. Your body tingled with the remnants of your passion, and you couldn't help the smile on your face as he kissed your face lazily.
Your eyelids were too heavy to notice when he pulled a little rag from somewhere and cleaned you up, then you felt him put your clothes on again, and his too. All too relaxed, you nestled into his embrace as he pulled you into his arms, both falling asleep in a matter of seconds.
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Blood Ties Chapter 29
Series Masterlist
Warnings: Slightly graphic depictions of labor and childbirth
A/N: Maybe a cliffhanger. Maybe not. You'll have to read to find out! ;) Daryl is definitely ooc in this. I'm sorry, I tried to get as close as I could to how he might react. Also, the saying he uses is one we use in the south that means "how is that relevant?" You'll know it when you read it, lol.
âAbout 4cm now. Progressing nicely.â Hershel informed, wiping his hands on a cloth that Carol had provided.Â
Rick and T-Dog were out doing yet another night run in the van. It was also low on fuel but the map showed another town close by. Fuel, gloves, and other necessities were on the list. Glenn was on watch with Daryl for backup if anything happened. It wasnât an ideal situation but it couldnât be helped.
Thumper was calling the shots at that point.Â
Before the men had left, Daryl had confiscated all the blankets except for those that were for Lori and Carl. When Glenn began to complain, one look from the anxiety-driven archer had brought the young man very close to hiding behind Rick. While some blankets were used for your comfort, others were fashioned into a tent-like structure over the bare branches of a decently sized bush. You needed some sense of privacy.Â
Carol and Lori had dug through the maternity clothes that hadnât been lost on the road and found a button up dress. It was comfortable and made things much easier than leggings.Â
After your immediate needs had been met, Daryl then perched himself just beside your shoulder and hadnât moved since.Â
âSâthe number weâre aiminâ for?â He asked with frustration lacing his tone, making sure the blankets were back over you and tucked tight to keep you warm. He had been muttering to himself how he wished he had made time to read the rest of the books. Daryl was not a man that liked being in the dark on anything. It made him feel helpless, as you had learned over the last several months.Â
âShe needs to be at 10cm and the baby needs to be in the correct position before she can push.â The old man positioned the ear tubes of the stethoscope before pressing it against several spots on your belly. âHeart beat is strong. Everything is looking good.â
You had remained quiet until that moment. âDo I justâI donât knowâlay here?â
âWalking encourages the cervix to dilate and soften. Once you dilate a little further, the contractions will likely be stronger, whether painful or not.â The calmness that man practiced really made you want to strangle him with that stethoscope. âMake sure you donât go alone, andââ
âShe ainât.â Daryl snapped.Â
Hershel shot him an admonishing look. âAs I was saying, take breaks. Sleep when you can. Iâll check you periodically. Youâll need to keep timing the contractions, son.â Daryl nodded. âSip small amounts of water, no food. Keep me informed of any changes. And as unpleasant as it may sound, if you feel the pressure and urge as if you may need to have a bowel movement, call for me immediately.â
You, as well as Daryl, reared back, lips curling.Â
âThe fuck that gotta do with the priceâa fish?â The archer queried, not so nicely.Â
âSettle down. The pressure from the babyâs head moving into the birth canal can feel similar to that.â Shaking his head, Hershel shuffled his way out of your tiny tent.Â
Finally alone, you turned onto your side and scooted your upper body toward Daryl. He stretched out his legs so you could rest on his thigh.Â
âGet some rest.â His hand wiggled beneath the blanket and rubbed up and down the length of your upper arm, but moved to your belly when another contraction took over. Without prompting, he slid his warm palm around to your lower back and applied the least bit of pressure, rubbing small circles. You buried your face into his thigh to ride it out, but you had to admit the light massaging helped, if only a little.Â
âYouâre supposed to beââ You were panting when you rolled your head to remind him, but found the watch already lifted to eye level, his gaze shifting from it to your stomach.Â
âSleep if ya can. I got this.â His brow was furrowed in concentration, your heart swelling and warm. Any worry you had entertained of him running when things got real, just gone in an instant. He was there. He was there.Â
âIâll try.â You whispered, the pain finally an afterthought. You felt him slide his hand back to the side of your stomach before you let yourself succumb to exhaustion.Â
âSorry, Sunshine. Doc says up, so up ya get.â
You let Daryl take your dead weight and pull you up by a grip beneath your arms, making it as difficult as possible so you might get to stay in your warm little nest. You were still at 4cm. Hershel had said you had to start walking to help labor progress.Â
âThis isnât fair.â You whined, rubbing your back once you were upright. The pain that accompanied each contraction had lessened but was still ever present. âCanât you walk and I dilate?â
Daryl snorted. âDonât think thatâs how it works.â He placed a careful hand on the small of your back and kept your pace, slow as it was.Â
âOkay, then how about if it gets worse, I kick you in the balls and punch you in the kidneys so you can participate properly?â You were only half joking.Â
âIf it gets ya through this, I guess.â The archer shrugged. You regarded him with a skeptical brow arched.Â
âYouâd really let me do that?â
âHell nah, but sâthe thought that counts or some shit like that, right?â He didnât even try to dodge the smack you aimed at his shoulder.Â
âYouâre hilarious.â You deadpanned, even as you leaned into him while you strolled in circles around the perimeter. The moonlight caught the watch in his right hand, his finger tapping against the casing. Bless him, he was taking his role of supportive partner very seriously. You gasped when the next contraction came, stopping to bend slightly and breathe through it while Daryl secured an arm around you and flipped open the watch.Â
When it was clear you werenât falling, he slid his hand to the middle of your back and massaged the length of your spine using gentle pressure from the heel of his palm. He never said muchâif anythingâduring the episodes themselves, but kept you informed of the timing of each one.Â
âOh, goddamnit, this one sucks.â You managed through clenched teeth. You swayed slightly when it was over, grasping blindly for the man next to you.Â
âThirteen minutes since the lastâun. A minute, twelve.â He was slow and careful when turning you back toward camp. âLetâs getcha back to Hershel.âÂ
You shook your head. âOne last loop, then we can go back.â Daryl didnât say anything but you felt him tense. âIâm sure. Theyâre just getting a little more painful in the stomach, less in the back.âÂ
He still hesitated. âAlright. One more.â
Hershel stepped into your path before you started the second loop, allowing Daryl to fill him in on the last contraction.Â
âDo one more. Rest. And then again.â The old man ordered curtly.Â
Once he had vanished back toward the small fire, you mocked his words. âRest and then again.â Daryl shook his head beside you. âI mean seriously, how much help can walking actually be?â
âFuuuuuck!â You were digging your fingers into the blankets below you, swatting away Carolâs hand when she tried to dab your face with a piece of cloth. Daryl was sitting beside you, wide-eyed and lost, the watch forgotten by his leg. Hershel was between your knees, sporting his medical gloves that had been brought back by Rick and T-Dog.Â
The archer cleared his throat. âShe alright?âÂ
âDo I look alright, Daryl?!â You hissed, making an admirable attempt at breathing the way Carol was instructing. The contraction finally ended and you fell back onto the folded blankets. âIâm sorry.â You found his worried blue eyes easily and fumbled for his hand.Â
âSâokay.â He whispered, rubbing your knuckles with his thumb.Â
âSheâs at 6cm. We can still time the contractions but I think she may need your attention more than that watch does now.â Hershel reached for the item and placed it in his pocket once Daryl handed it over. âKeep moving but stay closer, no more perimeter walks.â
Daryl nodded, you whimpered.Â
âIâll be back soon to check again. If weâre lucky, things will move a little faster now that youâre in active labor.â Hershel left the tent while Carol fixed your dress.Â
âI know it hurts, but you two will have little Thumper in your arms in just a matter of hours.â She smoothed your hair and tucked it behind your ears. âYouâre doing great.â
âI donât feel like Iâm doing great.â You murmured, ducking your head almost bashfully. âIâm really sorry I snapped at you, Daryl. It justâwell, it hurts and itâs hard to think.â
âAinât mad.â He tried for a half smile but it was weak. âBetter than gettinâ kicked in the balls, I reckon.â You laughed and squeezed his hand. âGuess we oughtta getcha up again.â
âIâll help.â Carol offered. You could see that a refusal was on the tip of Darylâs tongue but he never voiced it. With Carol under one arm and Daryl under the other, you were pulled upright.Â
Your body already felt wrung out and sore, and the epic finale hadnât even begun. Still, you allowed Carol to pass you off to Daryl.Â
âWe movinâ on? Be better to find a house or somethinâ.â He looped an arm around your back, following as you shuffled your way around.Â
Carol shrugged, not touching you but keeping up with your small strides. âBoth vehicles have fuel but Hershel isnât sure we should move her. He thinks the baby will come soon and she needs to be kept in one place.â
You groaned, letting your head fall back in frustration. âShe is right here. And if my opinion matters, Iâd rather notââ The contraction came on strong, halting you suddenly with your hand fisting into the lower part of Darylâs vest. The archer stepped around in front of you, rough but gentle hands grasping your wrists to guide your arms to his shoulders.Â
âTry to breathe. Sometimes humming or even moaning helps, like an outlet.â Carol advised while rubbing your back.Â
Your head fell forward against Darylâs chest, a deep but quiet moan muffled against the firm muscle beyond his shirt. His hands had fallen to your hips, his body followed you as you swayed back and forth. The episodes were growing more intense, coming closer together and lasting longer. It wasnât difficult to surmise that things would be growing more difficult to handle.Â
âAinât nothinâ we can do for âer?â Daryl asked quietly above you, each word blowing his warm breath over the top of your head. Carol must have answered in the negative because his fingers flexed against your hips.Â
The skin of your belly was pulled so tightly that you swore it would tear open, the muscles feeling as if they would pulse right out of the gaping hole your torn flesh would leave.Â
âShit.â You whimpered, your voice finding its way back during the last dregs of pain. You almost didnât register warm hands gliding up and down your sides, a smaller hand on your back. âI donât want to have the baby here.â You argued weakly. âItâs too open. Things will be too chaotic, too loud.â
âI know, Sunshine, but the doc saysââ
âI donât want to risk Thumper here in the open, Daryl. Withâwith walkers or people.â With enough strength having returned after the pain, you lifted your head, eyes pleading. âPlease.â
The archer was visibly upset. He was just as vulnerable as you were at that moment, torn between what he felt was right and what Hershel said was for the best. His tongue wet his bottom lip before he pulled it in between his teeth, looking to Carol for guidance.Â
âCould lay down the seats in the van. Use the back.â He suggested. âPlentyâa room anâ if we need to move fastââ
âI donât think thatâs unreasonable.â Carol agreed, rubbing your back in a few soft strokes before beginning to move away. âIâll go talk to Hershel. You two keep walking.â
You watched her go, turning your gaze up to Daryl when he shifted back to your side to urge you along. âGotta keep movinâ.â You groaned, dragging your feet with your head falling back in frustration.Â
You were in the middle of a contraction, when you heard it. A snarl, a raspy growl much too close. You were already clinging to Daryl and breathing through the pain that was readying your body for Thumperâs arrival, but youâd have to let him go. He had to protect the baby. And to do that, he had to protect you.Â
But he didnât move. He was nearly vibrating, rigid beneath your hands on his shoulders. He was just as scared as you were, even more so. He knew he could take the walker but that would mean letting you go. He needed to protect you but he wanted to support you. He had told you he'd never let you fall and you knew he had meant it.
âGo.â Your hands slid from his shoulders, down his chest before they released him completely to clutch your belly.
His boots disappeared from your view of the ground but you couldnât focus after that. The pain was growing in intensity, immobilizing you with your lips tightly pressed to withhold the cries that vibrated behind your teeth for release. You couldnât, you just couldnât make a sound. Youâd attract more, endanger everyone. Youâd endanger Thumper. Daryl.Â
There were scuffles. More snarls. Tears were threatening your waterline. Pain was coursing through you like a serpent, slithering around each muscle and tendon and pulling them tight. You felt disappointment and guilt over all the agony when your mouth fell open with a guttural moan, your will to cut off the scream that begged to follow barely holding true.Â
âDâDaryl.â You cried out. And he was there, hands on your face, your biceps, your belly.Â
âMâhere. Mâhere. Gotta move, though.â He swept you up with the slightest strained noise. âGonna getcha to the van. Gonna find somewhere safe for ya.â The pain was fading. You could focus on the dark blood on his face, the dirt and grime.Â
âHerd?â You whispered.Â
âAinât your fault.â His expression emanated fear and stress. âThe hatch.â Someone was with him. The small hands that opened the back of the van and spread out the blankets, those were Carolâs. She sat a pile of smaller blankets and squares of fabric toward the indents on the floor where the seats had been stowed.Â
âGet as many in the truck as you can! In the cab and the bed!â Rick was calling out at the same time that Hershel climbed into the van. Daryl was careful when he placed you inside, climbing over you before pulling you further in to make room for Hershel and Carol.Â
Through your haze of exhaustion, you saw Rick climb in the driver's seat and Maggie beside him. That meant that five others had to somehow fit into the truck.Â
âIs everyone okay?â You asked, eyes pleading with Daryl for an honest answer.Â
âYeah, theyâre all good.â He nodded, smoothing a hand over your hair.Â
The van was moving, though you didnât realize when it had started. Hershel was between your knees when another contraction came. It felt like only moments had passed since the last one. In the safety of the van, though you couldnât be bothered to consider that, you bowed forward with a scream. Daryl gingerly worked your fingers loose from the blanket to take your hand.Â
âSheâs at 9cm. This baby is coming soon.â Hershel didnât move this time, he and Carol began sorting things that you couldnât see. Panting, you leaned to the side, knowing Daryl would be there. His arm wrapped around your shoulders and squeezed.Â
âWhatââ He swallowed audibly. âTell me what I need to do.âÂ
âJust be with her.â Carol poured some water from a bottle onto a piece of fabric and passed it across you for Daryl to take. âWipe her face, put it behind her neck.â
The archerâs hand was trembling fiercely when you felt the blessed cool cloth touch your forehead. The moan that left you was not one of pain but utter relief. âOh, thatâs nice.â You breathed. Your skin was on fire, every cell of your being felt twisted and wrong. But that trembling cloth wiping at your face grounded you, centered you around what your body was preparing to do.Â
You were so close to being a mother.Â
But that didnât stop the scream that ripped from your throat when the next contraction tore through you. You sat up, propped on your elbows with your eyes screwed shut. Tears leaked from the corners, the wailing cutting off into wretched sobs when you felt Darylâs forehead fall against the crown of your head, his mantra of mâsorry mâsorry mâsorry shattering you into a million shards.Â
You couldnât tell him it was okay. You couldnât remind him why you hurt. You couldnât reassure him that he was the one you wanted and you were more than happy to do this with him. For him. You didnât have the breath.Â
âDonât push, Y/N. Not yet.â Hershelâs tone was even but not cruel, his gloved hands on your knees.Â
âIt fucking burns!â You shrieked, squeezing Darylâs hand until you were certain you felt the bones shift. The contraction let up, the fiery sensation dulling but ever present.Â
âWhatâs happeninâ?â Daryl sounded breathless. Terrified. You were still catching your breath when you looked up at him. His tan skin was white as a sheet, no color in his lips. His blue eyes were brighter than youâd ever seen them. From tears or fear, you couldnât be sure.Â
âThe babyâs in the right position. Y/N, itâll be time to push soon. Itâll be very important for you to listen to everything I say. Can you do that?â Hershel wasnât looking at you, between moving around things Carol was handing to him and keeping a constant eye on your progress. Distantly, you wondered why it was Carol at his side and not Maggie. Maybe because you were close with Carol? For your comfort?Â
âYeah. Yeah, I can.â You turned your attention back to Daryl when his grip on your hand loosened slightly. He swayed, the pallor of his skin growing more concerning. âDaryl?â
The archer shook his head almost violently. âMâgood.â
âOkay, I justâoh, fuck, already!?â You grit your teeth as your stomach tightened, a visible shift beneath the fabric of your dress.Â
âMaggie, can you climb back here?â Hershel requested calmly. His eldest said nothing but maneuvered her way into the back and on your opposite side. âI fear we may lose Daryl at any moment and Y/N will need support.â
âAinât goinâ nowhere.â Daryl snapped but it was a weak effort. He inhaled deeply and began squeezing your hand to keep you from dislocating his fingers.Â
âHere.â Carol passed him an opened bottle of water. âDrink a few sips. Youâre white as a ghost.â
You were barely aware of everything happening around you, shaking almost violently to refrain from bearing down until Hershel told you to do so. It was bordering on excruciating.Â
âJesus Christ, it feels like youâre holding a flamethrower to my fucking pussy!âÂ
Hershel sighed while Maggie and Carol chuckled and Daryl snorted out a quiet nice, Y/N.Â
âItâs just the birth canal stretching to make room for the baby.â The veterinarian explained coolly.Â
âJust?â You mocked. âJust, he says while itâs myâoh Jesus fuck!â With all the presence of mind you could summon, you managed not to start screaming at Daryl for putting you in that position. You knew that beyond the pain and fear, you wanted Thumper in your arms more than anything in that fucked up world.Â
âOkay, Y/N,â Hershel patted your bare knees just at the tail end of the contraction to ensure he had your attention. You had fallen back against Maggie while Daryl held the cool cloth against the back of your neck. His hand was vibrating your skull to the point that you nearly asked him to move away. âYouâre ready. On the next contraction, you need to push.â
âGod, your calm voice makes me want to kick you in the teeth.â You didnât mean itâmostly. Hershel must have known that because he chuckled. You could feel the next contraction already building when the van lurched to a stop, throwing everyone in it.Â
âWe got a herd in front of us!â Rick called from the front.Â
âGo âround it! Turn âround! Just keep âem off us!â Daryl yelled as the pain peaked. âFuck!â He bellowed when your hand began to shake with how hard you squeezed his own.Â
âPush!â Hershel shouted over the bumps and jerks of the van doing whatever Rick had deemed best. âGood, good!â He began to countdown from ten while you screamed.
You were being torn open. Thumper was going to rip you in half on their way out. Your throat was raw, surely bleeding from your wails. When the old man reached one, you fell back against Maggie but Darylâs hand was there too.Â
âMaggie, Daryl, hold behind her knees. Help support her legs. Itâll keep her hips open.â Both moved forward, taking you with them to sit you up a little straighter. Daryl had to release your hand to hold you and your leg. The archer hissed with the pressure against his abused palm. âPerfect. Alright, Y/N. A nice, strong push this time.â
You almost snarled. âLast one wasnât good enough?â
âEasy, Sunshine.â You felt Daryl's lips against your temple and yearned to keep them there.Â
âIâm sorry, Hershel.â Once again, the man simply smiled. Lori had told you that childbirth in the movies was often dramatized but so far, you werenât seeing the truth in that statement. When the contraction reached a crescendo, you leaned forward while Maggie and Daryl held your legs steady. The pain was extraordinary. You almost wished you could see what was happening, but any train of thought was derailed with Hershelâs next words.
âThe baby is crowning!âÂ
Gasping, you swallowed hard, glancing at Darylâwho had a front row seat to what was happeningâand then back to Hershel. âCrowning?â
âThe head will be out soon.âÂ
âAll this and we donât even have the head out?!â You screeched, just as your stomach rippled into a rigid mound and you were pushing again. This pain was different. Thumper was definitely ripping you apart. âFuck, fuck, fuck! It burns!â
âSâthatââ Daryl cleared his throat and swallowed, swaying on the spot. âSâthat normal?â
âPerfectly normal.â Hershel glanced up at the archer, back down, and then up again. âCarol.â He neednât say anything else. The other woman was moving to grab the back of your leg and let Daryl fall against her so he didnât smack his head on the side of the van.
You were completely unaware, your entire focus centered on the inferno between your legs. There was no way any woman would willingly do this unmedicated. Never in your life had you wanted drugs more than you did in that moment. Thumper. Thumper, Thumper. You chanted internally, even as your vocal chords vibrated harshly with your screams. And just as you thought you would lose consciousness from the pain, it lessened. It hadnât disappeared but comparatively, you would take that over the prior.Â
âThe head is out!âÂ
Panting, you smiled but then fell into confusion when you saw Carol beside your leg and Daryl slumped against her. âDaryl? Daryl?!â You shifted but Maggie held you still. âIs he okay?â
âHeâs fine.â Hershel chuckled.Â
âWho knew a man that could gut a walker without batting an eye couldnât watch his babyâs head come out?â Carol smiled but began to act, jerking her shoulder to jar the archer. âDaryl. Daryl, wake up. You donât want to miss this.â He stirred and started to lean back. âThink you can take a look without losing it again?â
âShuddup.â He shook his head hard, grunting. His hand was the first thing to move, sliding beneath Carolâs to take hold of your leg. Then he was looking at you. âMâsorry. That wasâfuck, mâa pussy.â Maggie was moving your hand and pulling you forward as you watched your partner.Â
Then your fingers were touching a soft, albeit slimy, head.Â
You gasped. âDaryl.â
The man gulped, but then sat up on his knees a little. You watched the fear and apprehension melt away into awe, his jaw loosening, eyebrows rising, and eyes beginning to shine. âSâthatââ
âThatâs Thumper.â You were able to say before Hershel announced your miniscule break was over. He didnât need to say a word, your body was already letting you know. Darylâs hold felt stronger now and he was watching with an awestruck intensity that just made your heart want to explode even as you rode out the waves of agony. You were going to be a little family.
Then, out of the blue, you could feel something was different, wrong.
âHerâHershelâOw, fuckââ You fingers clawed at Darylâs chest, his wet eyes going wide with concern. The contraction ended and you were gasping and swallowing convulsively, feeling nauseous regardless of your lack of food. Darylâs eyes were darting back and forth between you and the old man. âDaryl, somethingâsomethingâs wrong.â You could tell the baby had not moved an inch during the pushing, but not only that, it felt like they had actually pulled back toward your opening.Â
âI know.â Hershelâs voice had lost the calm and was taking on an emergent edge. âThe baby is stuck.â
Panic flashed over Darylâs face in the form of anger. âThe fuck ya mean stuck?!â
Still trying to catch your breath, sweat dripping into your eyes, you thought for certain Daryl was going to jump across your leg and attack the old man. Thankfully, he remained at your side. Trembling and breath stuttering, but he wasnât moving.Â
âShoulder dystocia. The baby is turned in such a way that the shoulders canât fit through the pelvis. Carol, I will need your help, please.â You were already on the edge of the next contraction when Hershel nearly barked âY/N, donât push.â
âWhat the fuckâre ya doinâ?â Daryl snapped, leaning over your leg to investigate. So many emotions were battling for dominance in his expression that you couldnât even begin to imagine how he was feeling.
âDaryl, please.â You pleaded, trying your hardest not to sob. For once, you cared nothing about being self-reliant or what the group thought of you and how much you needed Daryl. As you fought through the pain and against your bodyâs natural insistence to push, you just cried. Daryl kept a hand below your knee, too afraid to move unless Hershel gave the okay, but he leaned as far as he could to hold you without influencing your position.
âSâokay, Sunshine. Sâgonna be okay.â
âY/N, listen to me. I can feel the shoulder.â Now, the veterinarianâs tone was just downright frightening. âMaggie and Daryl are going to pull your legs back on the next contraction. Iâm going to apply some pressure above your pubic bone. Itâs not going to be pleasant, but if Iâm correct, the head should come and then the baby. I need you to push with all you have, do you understand?â
You pressed your cheek further into Darylâs chest and nodded, hiccuping through ragged, exhausted breaths. When the contraction began to tear through you, Maggie and Daryl reacted immediately, pulling your legs toward your belly while you curled inward with a guttural scream. Hershel pressed into the area just above your pubic bone, the pressure only compounding the whirlwind of pain you were already caught in. And then it was over and you let the two supporters take your weight.
The van rocked again, but was ignored. Hershel looked at Carol gravely and shook his head.Â
âSâthat âbout?â Daryl hissed, trying hard for your sake not to lose his cool.
âIt didnât work.â Before Daryl could speak, the old man continued. âWeâre going to try one more time. If it doesnât work, there are a couple of other things we can try but time is of the essence. The baby isnât getting the oxygen they need like this.â
âWhatever ya gotta do. Just take careâa bothâa âem.âÂ
Hershel nodded. âAlright, same thing, Y/N. A big, big push for me.â
You shook your head, exhausted. âI canât.â You whispered, your eyelids heavy as hope attempted to flee and you accepted that once again, the world would take from you. It would take from Daryl. âIâm so tired.â You felt movement beneath your left leg and then Darylâs hand was grasping your chin, firm but gentle.Â
âHey. Cut that shit out.â He wasnât angry. He was using the same tone youâd heard him use when he had told Thumper to cut you some slack. When he had started communicating with the baby. âYaâve gone through hell anâ back for this anâ I ainât lettinâ ya quit at the goddamn finish line, ya hear me?â
âIâm tired, Daryl.â Your face screwed up in pain as the next contraction began to build.
âNu uh. Ya ainât gonna bust into my life anâ fuck up my world six ways from Sunday, make me love ya anâ this kid, anâ then just give up. Sâyou anâ me anâ Thumper. Sâwhat ya said!â
You blinked at him, slowly starting to sit up.
âIâve seen ya be a badass before, Sunshine.â Your breaths were coming faster, the contraction nearly on top of you, but you only had eyes for Daryl. âBe a fuckinâ badass now.â His hand left your face and went back to your leg, pulling it toward you at the same time Maggie moved the right one.Â
You screamed so loud that you were certain the rocks and bumps of the van were due to your wails alone. Something shifted, you felt it and it hurt. You were on fire and aching at the same time. When the contraction ended, you still felt painfully stretched and bruised and uncomfortable. âDidâdid it work?â You panted, grasping desperately for Darylâs shirt.
âThe head is out, the shoulders are turned. One more big push, Y/N. Just one more.â
You breathed harshly through your nose, trying to amp yourself up. Maggie and Carol were throwing encouragement your way, but you didnât hear them. You only felt Daryâs breath against your ear, his stubbled cheek rubbing against your skin.
He whispered, only for you to hear. âI love ya.â Kissing your temple, he moved back to his spot and when you looked at him, exhausted and crying, the corner of his mouth twitched and he nodded.
You could do this.
When the next contraction ripped through you, the world went silent. It was only you and the pain, white hot and all consuming. You were indeed being torn in half but if it meant Thumper would take that first breath, would open those little eyes to see the worldâfucked up or notâthen you would gladly be wrenched into pieces.Â
The moment the baby slipped free of you, you felt the emptiness. You still hurt, but the worst of the pain was suddenly absent. Sound and sight came back to you in an onslaught that had you sucking in a breath like your lungs had been starved.Â
âIsâHershel, the baby?â You asked, trying to move as Daryl and Maggie lowered your legs. The archer was leaning across your knee. You couldnât even tell if he was breathing, but his eyes were wide and darting.Â
âDocââ
The ferocious first cries of the distraught newborn echoed throughout the van. Maggie had moved behind you to keep you sitting up while Daryl had staggered backward and fallen on his ass against the interior wall, eyes on the little thing that Hershel was looking over intently. Maggie reached over your shoulder and began unbuttoning your dress, whispering in your ear as she moved.
âThe baby needs to nurse, bond with you on your skin and itâll help when you have to push out the placenta, okay?â You blinked at her, concerned. âItâs okay. Itâs nothing like what you just went through. One or two small pushes and itâs out.ââ You nodded robotically, watching Hershel maneuver some sort of tape around a slimy cord.
Thumper was not happy. They were probably cold and that thought made your heart ache. Your baby should never be uncomfortable. Daryl was slowly, clumsily making his way toward you, but wasnât taking his eyes off the baby. When he was sitting beside you, Hershel finally leaned over you and placed the squirming, slippery baby on your chest.
âCongratulations. You have a daughter.â
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