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You wake up in the middle of the night, gripping your stomach and bolting up in the bed you and Carl share. He stirs slightly, even without you saying anything.
"Baby, what's wrong ?" He mumbles groggily, rubbing his eyes; leaning on one elbow. You shake your head as a shooting pain runs through your body, causing you to scream out. He bolts up and jumps off the bed, and is on his knees in front of you with his hands on your legs.

As far as you can tell, you're about six months pregnant. Almost into your seven month.
"It's too early." You cry out quietly. He looks confused. "The baby, Carl." All the colour rushes from his face.
"You'll be okay." He reassures, but mainly for his sake. "Hershel, dad!" He yells. Another pain runs through your round stomach and you grip onto his arms, crying out. You're pretty sure you're in labour, otherwise something's going horribly wrong. But you don't want to think about that.
"It's not me I'm worrying about." You whisper. Carl nods, gripping your hands. He looks around, noticing nobody's come in. "Where are they?" you growl.
"I'm gonna go get them, okay? Stay where you are, don't do anything." He tells you, standing up and running out, while your gripping onto his shirt sleeves.

You were only fifteen, the both of you. You didn't mean to get pregnant, you only wanted to... well, have a bit of fun. You were both terrified, and that was an understatement. He runs out, yelling. You hear rushed replies and doors opening. A few minuets pass and you squeeze the sheets as another pain runs through your body, Causing you to double over and scream Carl's name. You end up on the floor, leaning your forehead into the mattress. Carl, Hershel and Beth come running in; carrying all sorts of medical supplies. Carl runs to you, and you throw your arms around his neck, crying in agony.
"Y/N, baby, you need to let Beth and Hershel check you out, okay? They're going to make sure you're okay."

So you let them do all kinds of tests on you, in too much pain to be embarrassed. You grip Carl's hand and Hershel tells you that you are in labour, but something's going wrong. You're bleeding. Not much, but you are.
"But she's too early. She's barely six months! The baby..." Carl frets.
"Will be fine." Beth interrupts.

You end up with your head in Carl's knees, on the floor, embarrassingly bare from the waist down. You push when Beth tells you too, and scream when you do. Carl, who hates seeing you in pain, is in tears. After hours, you begin to feel dizzy. The next time you're told to push, you don't.
"Y/N?!" Carl frets as you begin to feel yourself losing consciousness. You fight it, and use all your force to push. Just wanting this to be over.
"Okay-Y/N... you need to do this now. You're bleeding out." Beth tells you quietly.
"Then cut me open! Don't let my baby die!" You scream. Hershel shakes his head.
"We have no pain killers or anything. We can't. I'm not putting you in that danger, either." Hershel says. You scream out of frustration, and focus everything on pushing. A minute later, you hear tiny screams.
And then you pass out.

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FACKING INTENSE AND A LIL' BIT GROSS.
PART 3?
SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG BTW IVE BEEN BUSY FIGHTING SOME PERSONAL DEMONS LATELY, SO IM GONNA BE WRITING MORE HOPEFULLY TO KEEP MY MIND OFF IF IT. ALSO-WRITERS BLOCKS SUCH A BITCH, IM LITERALLY UPDATING AT HALF 3 IN THE MORNING.
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