Howl TWD. AU. Daryl Dixon x OFC 15/15.
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Masterlist
Howl.
Daryl Dixon x OFC.
Warnings(all the series): AU. M, Smut, +18, hurt/comfrot, blood, ABO references, Knot thing, a lot of references about werewolves mixed with my own imagination.
Warnings chapter: Babies. Smut. Meetings.
Outside Narrator.
Taglist: @phoenixblack89 @browneyes528 @pncnsc @purple-serenity @lilythemadqueen @twdeadfanfic @darylsgarden @srhxpci
Part 15 (Final).
Time passes slowly since everything seems to be back to normal. Once the wolves left, the town was rebuilt, the people have gone about their day to day life as if nothing, keeping the town in its aura of normality, trying to go unnoticed as they have always done and of course not to mention the werewolves that now live there.
RJ is growing up healthy along with his parents and friends of his parents, the kid is already six months old and captures the attention of everyone who sees him riding around in his car. In that time, Rick and the others have been going back and forth to Ixeia's house to make sure if they need anything, but the werewolf since returning to his human form has kept to his work routine. He hasn't returned to the cabin to be near the Omega in case she needs his help, but has continued his Ranger duties, sending Jesus, Aaron and Abraham out to scout the forest for any incidents. Winter is passing and the animals will not be long in coming out of their caves so be careful with farm animals that they do not become prey to the hungry wild animals. It also starts the time when people get lost in the forest again, now that the snow and bad weather has stopped a bit, although it is still cold, people are again walking in the forest, getting lost in the mountains, so permits and licenses have to be renewed so that no one gets stuck in any inaccessible place. Daryl takes care of all that from home while his fellow wolves take care of handing out all the paperwork from the cabin, as well as restocking the necessary supplies at the clinic for when there is an emergency.
In that time the puppies have started to grow healthy and strong, they still haven't changed their shape like their mother, but they have already opened their eyes, their ears are starting to open too, so they already perceive their surroundings in a different way, Daryl has been seen running from one side of the house to the other looking for his nervous and curious children who don't stop biting his pants asking for play when he is busy. Discipline is important in the early months to establish a bond and hierarchy within the pack, so Ixeia and himself keep them in line when they go overboard with their play or unruly behaviors. They are still children, but it's all education.
That night the house is quiet, Carol has come with the children and the others to have dinner with Daryl, they have visited Ixeia in her nest, always waiting first for the woman to grant them permission to approach, and they have petted and played with the wolf cubs until they have fallen roundly beside their mother receiving the warmth of her fur. The hunter appreciates the visits from his companions, they are always welcome and help him keep his mind clear of all the work and his new life as Alpha and father, he has a lot to learn and adapt to still and sometimes feels overdone.
The smoke from his cigarette escapes slowly through his nose as he bites the nail of his thumb, his eyes fixed on the backyard of the house, he is in the kitchen, next to one of the open windows so that the smoke can go out of the house. He has gathered everything they have used to prepare dinner and is now waiting for tiredness to invade him a little more to go to his family and rest. His body has molded well to the nest, despite the bulge in his back, it doesn't hurt so much to lie in that shape anymore and he can enjoy the company of his Omega and his pups.
"Daryl..." Ixeia's muffled, husky voice puts him on alert.
He turns to her, discovering her in her human form at last, watching him from the doorframe. She looks tired, leaning against the wall, her hair in disarray, a bit longer than usual due to the time she has spent in her wolf form, but she is fine. There is no sign on her body that Merle's poison purification has had a negative effect on her.
A growl forms in the Alpha's throat. It had been so long since he had seen her as a human, he had missed her, in many ways. But his body reacts before his mind. Daryl has never been a completely physical man, he is aware of his needs and desires, but with Omega things are simply, too intense.
He stubs out the half-consumed cigarette in his hands and approaches her at a hurried pace. His arms wrap around her naked and cold body due to the temperature that is leaving the last remnants of winter. He kisses her with intensity, but she doesn’t know how to react, remembering that they have never kissed before, which is something she doesn’t know yet. He separates a few inches from her and caresses her lips with his thumb, looking at her with dilated pupils.
"Open yer mouth..." he tells her in a gasp.
The werewolf woman reacts to his request by half-opening her mouth just enough for Daryl to trap her upper lip between his and push his tongue inside her mouth. He feels her tense in his grip, hold onto his shoulders and the kiss is awkward, weird, but Daryl doesn't hold back forcing her into his same rhythm opening her mouth a little wider so that their tongues tangle and a needy gasp escapes from between her lips. It's all it takes for Daryl to grab the she-wolf's ass and in one nimble motion he pulls her up to his waist walking to the kitchen counter, sitting her there. Ixeia hisses at the feel of the cold marble, but doesn't give her time to protest too much, Daryl's mouth moves down to her neck, licking, kissing the skin, she moans as his teeth close on the hollow of her neck and shoulder and her whole body shudders, clenching her legs around the Alpha's waist.
Neither of them is too careful at that moment, there have been many months missing each other's touch, the need is stronger than any other feeling right now. The she-wolf's hands undo Daryl's clothes with strong tugs making the man laugh against the skin of her neck, where he bites and licks, making her moan, pressing her legs against his waist again.
Daryl strokes his own hard cock a couple of times feeling it fully hard in his hand, his fingers find their way to her clit, caressing it, slipping a couple of fingers into her cunt without meeting too much resistance. A desperate growl forms in her throat, he withdraws his fingers and clamps his cock pressing its tip against Ixeia's entrance entering with a single thrust, becoming wedged inside her. They both moan at the sensation, the wet tight walls of her pussy clench around his cock and Daryl huffs knowing he won't last long. He spreads her legs further apart, dragging her as far as possible to the edge of the countertop and begins to ram hard, fast and deep making them both moan at the same time, the wolf woman wraps her legs around his waist and her arms wrap around his shoulders helping her move with him, squeezing around his cock making her moan against his neck.
Pleasure floods them both, orgasm sweeps through them staying still clinging to each other, their breathing ragged and their bodies bathed in a film of sweat.
"I... I missed you..." the woman says as she regains her voice and feels the hunter's body vibrate in her arms, laughing.
"Me too, but our puppies needed their mother..." he whispers against her neck giving small kisses that make her shiver.
"I know... Daryl I..." She tries to speak, the Alpha lifts his head to look at her, frowning, he sees the doubts in her eyes and kisses her again, this time she responds perfectly sighing against his mouth.
"If yer gonna apologize, don't, there's no reason to. They're our pups, they're part of our pack." He stares at her, his hands caress her cheeks removing several tears that escape her eyes.
"I love you..." She dares to whisper closing her eyes, enjoying the caresses of his thumbs against her cheeks, his touch pauses for a second, but he kisses her again and when their gaze connects again, the wolf's eyes sparkle with intensity.
"I love ya too..." he confesses in a breathy, shy and embarrassed whisper.
He carefully scoops her up in his arms to lower her off the kitchen counter and together they return to the nest where their pups sleep peacefully oblivious to their parents' absence. Daryl and Ixeia lie down next to them, leaving the two in the middle of their bodies, protecting them with their warmth. Their gazes meet once more before they fall completely asleep hugging their cubs.
The next morning they wake up to some incomprehensible babbling all around them, the man frowns in disgust when a small hand hits his nose being replaced almost instantly by a wet mouth sucking his nose hard. Daryl opens his eyes discovering his pup trying unsuccessfully to feed. Ixeia is sitting in the nest, with another of her cubs in her arms, feeding. It takes the hunter a moment to realize that his offspring are no longer in wolf cub form, but have become two human babies of about eight months. He smiles pulling the kid away from his face who keeps slobbering on him and carefully sits up taking him in his arms, there is displeasure and grumbling at first, but eventually he is comfortable in his father's arms, but he continues to palpitate the air, looking for where to eat from.
Bowie and Meiga are the names they have decided to give both children, now that their parents are in human form they too have no need to change, not until they are adults and experience their First Change for themselves. There is great surprise and excitement in the group as the four of them leave the house, with the children in a car Rick had bought as a gift so they could walk the babies when they took their human form. They are a perfect mix of Daryl and Ixeia, with some recognizable features of both, the boy has inherited the mole above his father's lip and Meiga has eyes of each color, one blue for his father and one brown like his mother. The first visit to the hospital calms them down, there is no apparent deformity or disease in them, they are strong and healthy, even the doctor dares to mention that maybe stronger than a baby should be at that age, but their condition as werewolves forces them to feed in another way, so none of them gives it special importance.
The children develop quietly, immediately forming a special connection with RJ as the three babies, as if they understand each other in their own world. Ixeia is grateful for all the advice her human friends can give her, as a new mother she is scared that something might go wrong. Daryl for his part always has one eye on the babies, alert and over protective he doesn't know how to deal well with the insecurity that has suddenly formed in his chest. Ezekiel and Rick try to ease that fear, explaining to him that children have to go through certain things in their lives, that he too was a child and learned from his own mistakes, however Daryl's childhood is not a good example either and that doesn't reassure him at all.
It's been a while since Bowie and Meiga have taken their human form and are now crawling all over the house, holding on to the edge of the furniture and trying to stand on their little feet all the time. Daryl has secured every corner, every door and window so the babies won't hit anything, still they have fallen, tripped, cried and bawled like the babies they are, but they have managed the situation better than they expected, even Ixeia leaves them to their own devices from time to time to help Daryl with the Ranger paperwork.
That morning they are signing and checking hunting and hiking licenses when the hairs on the back of their necks stand up all at once. Something is going on in the village, they can feel it, even the children stir uncomfortably in their playground set up next to the nest. They get up at the same time grabbing the kids and go out the door discovering what the problem is.
The Council is there.
The two make a small bow towards the men in front of them, next to them, one of the Elders approaches towards the house, but Daryl gestures to stop him. His Omega looks at him frightened by the boldness he is presenting towards the Elder, but the man smiles in amusement tolerating the young male's behavior.
"Many curious rumors have reached our ears..." he speaks in a soft and deep voice.
"Ya have entered our territory without announcing yer arrival." Replies Dixon ignoring his words. "Since when do the Elders not follow their own laws?"
"Since when is a Metis born with the essence of an Alpha and has the ability to create his own pack?" Answers the man with a smirk. "I don't come in time of war, Daryl Dixon, we just come to check if the rumors are true."
"Well, ya've checked, ya can go back to yer homes and get on with yer lives." Replies the Alpha.
"Daryl!" Ixeia looks at her partner again concerned at his brazenness. "E-Excuse us, Sir, if you would like to go inside and..." She starts to speak but the man raises his hands towards her.
"I just want to see the creatures."
"No." Daryl growls tensing his whole body.
"Please, Daryl..." the woman looks at him again.
"We're not going to hurt them, we just want to understand Gaia's designs."
"Ya see them well from where ya are, ya can feel and smell them. They ain’t Metis, they were born Lupus like their mother, they have no physical abnormalities in both their human and wolf form, they were born strong and healthy." He replies and squeezes Meiga against his chest protectively. "The curse Metis will die with me, the dominant gene is from Ixeia, if our litter expands they will all be born as Lupus. Ya don't have to worry about us creating an army of deranged Metis."
"Oh Gaia..." gasps the young Lupus closing her eyes, in those moments she wishes she could shut her partner up, but the Elder's laughter startles them both.
"Do you really think we would have left you alive if that could happen? Do you think we haven't been aware of your and your brother's every move? You have never gone unnoticed by us. We have eyes and ears everywhere, Daryl, just because we haven't intervened until now doesn't mean we didn't know what was going on. We've given you your time, we've given you your space, but you must understand that as a Werewolf, you belong to a creed, to a family much bigger than your own pack."
"What do ya mean? yer gonna force me to go to yer pack?" He says wryly.
"It was a position I already offered your parents once, but they turned it down too" The Elder says again and surprise is painted on Daryl's face once more. "Your family's lineage is purer than you think, Dixon, we have never had one of yours on the Council, they have never agreed to become our personal soldiers, you have always been too proud, but within that. Pure, of an ancient and extremely powerful lineage, only so two Metis like you and your brother could have managed to become what you are."
"Stop raving, my parents were just two selfish pricks who decided to create their own litter despite belonging to another herd. There is nothing pure about..."
"You're wrong again, but I guess that's understandable, your parents never had the chance to tell you anything, your father went mad as time went by and your mother succumbed to a great depression..."
"Shut up..." growls Daryl menacingly.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bring painful memories back to your memory, Daryl, but as I say, I come not with times of war, but of peace and new beginnings. I propose the same thing I proposed to your parents, join the council, let's balance the scales..."
"My answer is no." He cuts his speech radically and Ixeia gives him a sidelong glance. "My family, my people, my pack and my cubs are here, they will grow up here, I don't need the Council or the Elders to educate them. We respect the laws and hierarchies established by the Elders, by the ancient packs, pure lineage or not, I dun care, I ain’t goin’ anywhere, and I ain’t gonna make them come with me. With the First Change ya can come back, after all for these ceremonies there is always one of ya present, when that happens ya yerselves can ask them what they wish to do on their path. But I will not move from here. My place is here. This is where I belong."
The Omega at his side feels her chest swell with pride at her partner's words, she reaches for one of his hands and squeezes it tightly conveying her own support without saying anything, she receives a return squeeze from the Alpha and feels his hands tremble. She hides an amused smile behind Bowie's head so as not to disturb Daryl by discovering his nervousness.
"Is that what you decide?"
"Yes, and I'd appreciate it if next time ya come to visit, ya give me a heads up first. I hate unexpected visits." He grunts and the Elder laughs again.
"Well, in that case we shall have to leave, we have made a long journey in vain and my bones do not stand pilgrimages as well as they used to."
"We wish ya a good journey... But if ya wanna try yer luck, my brother now belongs to Negan's pack, perhaps with him ya will have better luck."
The old man looks at him out of the corner of his eye, a smile comes across his face but he says nothing, he turns around indicating to his men that it is time to leave and they all take on a wolf form, much bigger, hairier and with a strong build, protecting the Elder who finds it hard to stay in that form, it is evident that many lives have witnessed those eyes and that body, but Daryl is not interested in what he offers, he does not belong to that world.
He sighs as he feels his essence slowly disappear from the town, he puts an arm around Ixeia and kisses her with infinite affection on the head.
"Let's go home." He whispers against her hair and she nods, returning inside the house that immediately welcomes them with a pleasant smell of home and forest.
No doubt that is where the Metis belongs.
The End.
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