The Walking Dead A/B/O Rewrite

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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-"