Birth
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In his dreams, Rick kills all the prisoners on sight.
It's brutal and it's bloody and it's barbaric, but it's how it has to be. It's how they survive.
And they do survive.
Hershel lives. He breathes and he thrives, more than he has a right to really, and he's there when the baby comes.
His calm voice and Carol's careful hands deliver that little girl, see Lori through the worst of it, the blood, the sweat, and the tears.
They give him (back) the most precious gift of all (time).
In his dreams, Rick doesn't waste his second chance.
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Just a little collection of drabbles, ficlets, and one shots inspired by a list of writing prompts I'm working through in my efforts to get unblocked on my other WIPs. Multiple pairings, multiple ratings, multiple universes. Just a virtual grab bag of (what I hope are) goodies.
Enjoy.
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