Nyla ➳ D. Dixon

Chpt. XIX

Cw: Birth, minor blood.

A/N: It's short but a filler. I'm not a veterinarian, so sorry if I written something wrong.

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Sometime in the middle of the night, I awoke to shooting pain in my lower abdomen—My eyes flew open as I hiss through the pain, I felt cramps and shooting pain inside me. I let out a whine in pain, Daryl woke up.

"Nyla, wha's wrong?" I whined and then yelped when I had a hard pain in my stomach. "Nyla!" He cried. "I got ya. Yer okay." He stroke my head.

"Daryl?" I hear Rick say. Through my watery eyes I see the leader and Glenn. "We heard Nyla yelp, is she alright?" He asked.

"I dunno, she just started makin' noises." Daryl replies. "Get Hershel!"

Rick darted off, I started to breathe heavily—I feel the need to push suddenly but I know I can't do that. "Yer okay, girl." He murmurs, stroking my ears. "I ain't goin' nowhere, ya know that."

I see Rick, Hershel, Carl, and Maggie came rushing over towards us. By the look on Maggie's face, she must know what's going on. "What happened?" Maggie asks. I'm in pain is what's happening!

"I dunno. She's breathin' hard and in pain." Daryl replies.

Hershel crouched down beside me and lifted my tail for some reason, but it's way too close for comfort. "Maggie, get some towels and gloves. She's in labor." Herschel instructed.

"The puppies are coming?" Carl asked the old vet.

"Yes." Hershel responds. "How long has it been since her last contraction?"

I can see the confusement written on Daryl's face, "What?"

"Her contraction; It'll be the main symptom for her to have her pups." Hershel explains.

As if on cue; these "contractions" came as I whined and pushed. Luckily Maggie came with some supplies, the brunette badass piled them up like a makeshift bed. "Alright Daryl, you and Maggie are gonna place her on the towel." he instructed.

"Won' it hurt 'er?" Daryl asks in fear of anything that'll happen to me.

"No, if we're quick." He gently pressed into my side. "I can feel one coming already."

Quickly both Daryl and Maggie lifts me up for a minute before placing me down on the makeshift bed, the Greens and Daryl crouched around me while obscuring my view to look at Rick and Carl.

Another contraction hit and this time, this shit hurt as I literally screamed in pain while pushing, "'s alright, 'm girl. Ya just gotta push. C'mon, ya can do it." He's right. So I took in a breath and pushed when the next contraction hit. I push with all my might, for the second push. I heard a little cry, or well a small bark.

I lifted my head to see Maggie holding a small little pup in her arms; They looked just like me but their fur was a tinge blacker than mine. I smiled at their little limbs moving about, a sudden  instinct took over as I sat up to grab the pup from her arms and lay them beside me as I licked away anything gross from my pup and chewed the umbilical cord.

I can hear the others chuckle at the sight.

My little boy.

I watch squirm around before settling under my stomach, I flinch at a sudden suckle. I loom over to see my son drinking from my stomach. Okay that's new?

Suddenly another contraction hits, and this one hurts like a bitch. Hershel and Maggie immediately get into action, this was a bit of a struggle but it was a success, it was a brown one or red I think. This one was bigger than their brother, I did my thing but what surprised me was that they kicked their back leg against my nose.

Fighter. Like Daryl.

As I clean them, it turns out that it's another boy.

I'm a mother of two boys. Two healthy boys in a world where everything wants to kill us.

"Good job, 'm girl." Daryl murmurs while scratching my head. I lick his hand in return.

Hell, just when Hershel and Maggie were about to clean up. Another goddamn contraction hits, but this was milder than the last one. I continue to push until my last pup is out, well hopefully my last one.

I looked up and saw Maggie holding my pup in her arms, but something's wrong. Very wrong.

"Wha's wrong wit them?' Daryl asks. Noticing her expression.

"She's not breathing." Maggie replies while rubbing my child's stomach. It wasn't working.

"'Ere let me." Maggie transfers the pup into his arms. Grabbing his trusty handkerchief and began rubbing all over her face while muttering something to her.

Then a miracle happened, she was squealing and sneezing. Relief washes over me.

Thank you, Daryl.

I took in a good look at my daughter, she looked a lot like her father but dimmer. Maybe she'll be grey fur in her future.

"Membranes and debris are sometimes common during birth." Hershel explains. "We'll have to keep an eye on her.

Well, at least I'll sleep easy now.