Daryl sat on the hood of his truck, watching the roads, crossbow in his lap, stiles was watching the man before opening his bag he took out the rabbit and clean it before setting the meat out to dry letting colt and echo eat the rest, he allowed the fur to dry, he dug throughout his back and sighing his heat pill bottle was empty and from the look of it the only other omega was she-wolf and she look to old to have heats. he knew to get more he would have to risk his life in the zombie filled towns and cities, the group was sitting by the fires talking and doing things they need to do to survive.
He knew he had to say something to Daryl he knew he was an alpha and he could protect him, "Daryl" he said softly looking over to him. Daryl looked up at him and nodded his head at him, "What's up Stiles" he asked him softly. "I was wondering if... If you can get me some Anti heat pill or something."
He blushed lightly and looked down at the ground, "My... My heat is starting... It's starting soon... And I don't want to... You know... Be a problem." Daryl looked at him for a moment, studying his features before he sighed and nodded his head. "Yeah, I can do that. We can go into one of those abandoned cities and see if we can find some." He paused for a moment, "But it's going to be dangerous, Stiles. You know that, right?"
Stiles looked at him and nodded, "I know, but... I need to... You know..." Daryl nodded, understanding perfectly. "Alright then, we'll plan it for tomorrow morning. Make sure you get some rest tonight." He paused, "And Stiles... If anything happens... You know you can always come to me, right?" Stiles nodded, feeling a little bit relieved. "Thanks, Daryl." They both sat in silence for a moment, watching the fire dance before them.
The next morning, they set off early, armed with weapons and supplies. The air was crisp and cool, the sun still low in the sky. They walked in silence for a while, each lost in their own thoughts. Daryl knew that this trip would be dangerous, but he also knew that he couldn't leave Stiles to suffer through his heat alone. As they walked, they kept a careful eye out for any signs of life or movement. The city they approached was eerily quiet, almost too quiet.
"Stiles, be careful," Daryl said quietly, reaching out to grab his arm. "Something feels off about this place." Stiles nodded, his senses heightened as well. They continued to move cautiously through the abandoned streets, their weapons at the ready. Finally, they spotted a pharmacy through a broken window. Daryl gestured for Stiles to follow him as he carefully made his way inside. The shelves were mostly empty, but they managed to find a few boxes of Anti-heat pills hidden behind a counter. With a relieved smile, Daryl gathered them and turned to leave.
"Wait!" came a voice from behind them. They spun around, weapons raised, to see a group of armed men surrounding them. "You must be the ones who've been stealing our supplies," the leader said, his voice dripping with venom. "Well, today's your lucky day. You're coming with us." Daryl and Stiles exchanged worried glances before the men began to close in.
The two men fought valiantly, but there were simply too many of them. They were overpowered and dragged back to the leader, who seemed to be in charge of a small gang. He smiled maliciously at them. "Now, now, let's not be hasty. We can use you both. We've been trying to get our hands on some of those pills you took from the pharmacy. And you," he said, pointing at Stiles, "look like you could use some protection. Why don't you join our little group?"
Stiles hesitated, glancing at Daryl, who nodded slightly. The leader of the gang saw the exchange and smirked. "Oh, I see. You two are bonded, aren't you? Well, don't worry, we'll take good care of both of you." He turned to one of his men and nodded. "Put them in a cell. And make sure they're well fed and comfortable. We'll decide what to do with them later."
They were thrown into a small, dank cell. It was barely big enough for the two of them to stand side by side. "Stiles," Daryl whispered, his voice tense with fear and anger, "we've got to find a way out of here." Stiles nodded, his heart racing. They both knew that their lives were now in the hands of these brutal men. But they also knew that they couldn't give up hope. Somehow, they had to escape.
The cell door clanged shut, and they heard footsteps retreating down the hallway. Daryl moved closer to the bars, examining them carefully. "There's got to be a way out of here," he muttered under his breath. Stiles began to pace back and forth, his mind racing with possibilities. "Daryl," he said suddenly, "what if we try to take them by surprise? When they feed us?"
Daryl looked at him, his eyes narrowing. "You mean...?" He trailed off, considering the plan. It was risky, but it was the only thing they had. They agreed to wait until the next time their guards brought them food. They would make their move then. As the hours dragged on, they waited, biding their time, their nerves stretched taut as bowstrings. Finally, they heard footsteps approaching once more. The cell door swung open, revealing two burly men carrying a tray of food.
"Time to eat, boys," one of them growled. They shoved the tray into the cell and began to step away. In an instant, Daryl and Stiles sprang into action. They lunged at their guards, knocking them to the ground and wrestling them for control of their weapons. The fight was brutal and savage, but they managed to overpower the men. As they lay there, gasping for breath, they heard shouting and running footsteps from down the hallway.
They quickly dragged their unconscious guards into the cell with them, locking the door behind them. Now, they were truly trapped. They searched the bodies of their enemies, gathering any weapons or useful items they could find. Stiles located a set of keys on one of the men, and they used them to unlock the cell door. They crept out into the dimly lit corridor, weapons at the ready. The sounds of fighting were growing louder as they made their way deeper into the complex.
"Stiles, you take that direction, I'll go this way," Daryl whispered, pointing to either side of the hallway. "We'll meet back here in five minutes. If you don't show, I'll come looking for you." Stiles nodded, his heart pounding in his chest. They embraced briefly before parting ways, each man moving stealthily through the shadows.
As Stiles rounded a corner, he heard the sounds of fighting growing even louder. He ducked into an abandoned room and watched through a crack in the door as the battle raged on. The leader of the gang stood in the center of the fray, his men fighting valiantly against their former captors. It seemed that Daryl and the others had managed to turn the tables on them. Suddenly, a figure dashed past the doorway, disappearing down the hallway. Stiles recognized it as Daryl. He knew that he had to find him.
Moving quickly, he followed the trail of bodies and destruction left by Daryl and the others. The sounds of fighting grew fainter as he moved deeper into the complex. Eventually, he found himself in a large, open area with several exits. He heard a faint whisper coming from one of the corridors. It was Daryl.
"Stiles!" he hissed. "Over here!" Stiles ran to where he heard the voice, following the sound through a maze of twisting passageways. They emerged into a small, dimly lit room, lit only by a single flickering candle. Daryl was sitting on the floor, his back against the wall, his breathing labored. His face was pale and streaked with sweat. In front of him lay the leader of the gang, unconscious and bleeding.
"You did it," Stiles whispered, kneeling beside him. "You killed him." Daryl looked up at him, his eyes glassy with exhaustion and relief. "No," he said. "I just knocked him out. We're getting out of here." He reached out, taking Stiles' hand, and they ran together down the hallway, their footsteps echoing through the empty complex. Finally, they emerged into the sunlight, blinking against the brightness. The city lay before them, quiet and abandoned. But they were free. with that the two head back to the group and rick came up asking where were they when they heard the commotion and the two explained everything as they looked back at the city.
"Well," daryl said, his voice gruff with emotion. "We did it. We escaped." There was a moment of silence as they all took in the sight of their newfound freedom. Then, slowly, they began to make their way toward the outskirts of the city, their steps cautious but determined. They knew that their journey was far from over, but for now, they were just grateful to be alive.
As they walked, they spoke of their escape, of the horrors they had faced and overcome. They told stories of bravery and sacrifice, of moments when they had thought they were doomed only to find strength they never knew they possessed. They also talked about their hopes for the future, of finding a safe place to live and rebuilding their lives. They knew that the world outside the city was likely to be just as dangerous, if not more so, but they were determined to face whatever challenges came their way together.
The sun began to set, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink. They stopped to rest for the night, making camp in a clearing near a small stream. They gathered firewood and shared what rations they had left, cooking a meager meal over an open fire. Despite their circumstances, there was a sense of camaraderie and optimism among them. They knew that they had survived the worst and that they would continue to survive, as long as they had each other and their group.
as daryl and stiles rested for a bit two walker came out of the woods the moaning and growling alerted Daryl to shot at them with his bow, stiles watch as the zombies hit the ground and daryl grab his arrows, stiles was talking to his wolf, the battle that stiles was going through with his wolf,
"we need an alpha" his wolf bark at him.
" then i will lose my freedom," stiles growled back
stiles was not ready to be owned by anyone, not even another wolf. he had been through too much, survived too much. being free, on his own terms, was the only way he could survive. but as he thought about it more, he realized that there was something to be said for having allies, for being part of a pack. it was a dangerous world out there, and they would all be stronger together.
as he lay back against a tree, staring up at the stars, he wondered if maybe, just maybe, there could be a middle ground. a pack that allowed for individual freedom and independence, but also provided safety and support when needed. it was a difficult balance to strike, but he knew that it was possible. but a mate was another thing for an omega, when they mate they are expected to produce offspring for their alpha mate. stiles didnt know how to handle that, he though about who he would want as a mate, before all this zombie shit he like derek hale, but the male rejected him, so now he sat watching daryl the mans back was to him and his wolf, he knew he shouldnt but he couldnt help but wonder what would it be like to have him as his mate, would he be alright with his freedom and not expect him to be his little breeding machine, he thought about asking him, but he knew that would be too much to handle, so he waited and watched, hoping that one day they would find that perfect place, where they could all live together, free and safe. " Okay we head south" Rick said to the group. everyone but shane agreed to it, as the night grew long stiles pet the wolf pups head as casper played with sophia and carl. they were a family, a pack and together they would survive this. "Good night my friends" Stiles whispered to them all as he laid back down, his wolf curling up beside him. "Good night, Stiles" Daryl whispered back, before drifting off to sleep.