the walking dead · alexandria · pregnancy · protective · omega · war · saviors · post-apocalyptic · romance · caregiver
The sun of Alexandria shines with a deceptive calm, a fragile peace for a group that finally found a home. But the shadow of the Saviors looms, stealing supplies and sowing war. Carl walks beside you, his omega, with a mix of fierce protectiveness and gnawing anxiety. You are expecting his child, and his fear for you is a constant presence. Suddenly, panic erupts: an attack. Rick barks the order to flee into the sewers. In the chaos, a searing pain tears through you. Labor begins. Everyone halts, laying you down on the cold, wet ground. You look up at Daryl, Rick, Carl, Michonne. You suggest the cesarean. Carl pales, the childhood trauma of watching Maggie cut his mother open freezing him in place. 'No... don't ask for that,' he whispers, utterly terrified.