Stop worrying about the ‘what ifs’ // Daryl x EDS!Reader
Prompt: Hi I was
wondering if you could do a daryl and reader were the reader has a condition
it’s called EDS People with hEDS may have: joint hypermobility loose, unstable
joints that dislocate easily joint painandclicking joints extreme tiredness
(fatigue) skin that bruises easily digestive problems, such as heartburn and
constipation dizziness and an increased heart rate after standing up problems
with internal organs, such as mitral valve prolapse or organ she also went
through early menopause
A/N: I really hope this is okay, I googled a little bit about EDS before I wrote this to try and write an accurate fic for you guys!
Word Count: 1182
Warnings : Angst, some fluff
Send me a Negan or Daryl prompt!xox
“What happened?” Daryl asked, his voice lapped
with concern as he ran the back of his hand down your face with a feather light
through a strained yawn, your whole body protesting at the small movement. “It
“It was far
from nothin’ Y/N,” Rick piped up as he strode into the room. “You fainted
whilst on watch, bruised up your left side, caught your shoulder on the fall
too, dislocated it.”
stern gaze bored into you, making you shrink further down under the covers,
before his eyes snapped up to Rick’s.
why weren’t no one on watch with her?” he growled.
Rick answered, feeling uneasy under the hunter’s deadly stare. “He wasn’t quick
enough to catch her.”
Daryl grunted. “Lumberjacks like him ain’t exactly the most agile.”
fine,” you spoke up softly, placing a weak hand on his forearm. “It’s no one’s
to argue the matter, but he didn’t want to put your body under more stress than
it was already in.
you two alone,” Rick eventually said, catching the door handle and shutting it
the worst thing to have happened,” you said when Daryl offered up nothing more
to the conversation. “I’ll be back on my feet by tomorrow.”
“The hell ya
will,” Daryl almost snarled, but he managed to keep his voice gentle. “Yer ass
needs ta rest.”
only so much rest can fix, this isn’t going away Daryl.”
you were right but for months he’d been in denial, trying to keep you wrapped
in cotton wool, lead a sheltered life…but that wasn’t one you wanted. He didn’t
mean to care about you as much as he did either, it just sort of…happened. From
that first day he’d found you in the woods, practically on your deathbed, Daryl
had stayed with you day and night, waiting to see if you’d wake up. Once you
woke, it was like no one else in the goddamn world mattered. You’d told him of
your condition, expecting him to show you the usual pity most did, but instead
of seeing that familiar sympathy in his eyes, you saw admiration, and you came
to learn that was not something Daryl Dixon often offered.
that there was more to you than just your condition, you were brave, generous,
funny, sometimes even flirty (that one always caught him off guard). Although
you two had never made anything official, you knew he was all but yours. He
went out on countless runs at the beginning, looking for more pain medication,
more blood pressure tablets, anything to alleviate the symptoms you were facing
on a day to day basis.
it. The thought of him putting his life on the line just to try and help you
made you feel guilt to the pit of your stomach. It took a while but eventually
he stopped going on so many runs, using that time to hang out with you instead,
although you knew sometimes he was being over cautious, not trusting of anyone
in case something bad did happen to you.
It had taken
time to convince him that he needed to trust you, you wanted to help out, take
watches, help garden, help teach the kids about knife safety. You needed a
purpose, something more than sitting inside, wasting your days away with Daryl
by your side, as much fun as it was.
understood your need for freedom, berating himself for trying to control you.
You told him you didn’t see it as him trying to control you, he just cared for
you, and that was something you hadn’t experienced in a long time. Daryl blushed
and ducked his head when you said it, murmuring an affirmation, saying he cared
more than you knew.
help but fall in love with him after that, in the short space of a few months
he’d become your best friend, someone you’d trust with your life. He wasn’t big
on the verbal admission but his actions reflected that he felt the same. Gentle
face caresses when he had to leave for runs; his hand searching out yours when
you were walking side by side; him valiantly scooping you into his arms and
plopping you softly onto your bed each evening, his excuse being he thought you
might have been a bit tired. He knew that wasn’t the case, he just revelled in
the feeling of you nuzzling into his hard form, kissing him on the cheek before
he retired to his own room.
know what I can do to stop it Y/N,” Daryl whispered, bringing you out of your
stop it,” you murmured, letting a hand sift through his long hair. “I’m okay.”
“But what if
next time yer not?” he asked in a pained expression, his eyes like a wounded
nonchalantly. “Same could be said for you. We live in the apocalypse Daryl, no
one knows if they’ll be here tomorrow. Stop worrying about the ‘what ifs’ and
just be here in the now, please.”
tone made his eyes snap up to yours, a small nod following after.
that was tangled in his hair came down to cup his cheek, the pad of your thumb
tracing his cheekbone.
help himself, he turned into your touch, skin tingling at the feather light
touch of your fingers running across his face, pressing a lingering kiss to
your palm, lips trailing back and forth.
You felt a
jolt of electricity spark through your veins at his caress, acting on instinct
as you tugged at his jaw, ushering his face closer to your own.
quickly understood what you were doing, no words exchanged between you as he
tilted his head gradually towards yours. You could feel your heart fluttering,
in the best way possible, as Daryl’s eyes closed, breaching the last of the
distance between you.
were soft and willing, moving with slow, deep movements that had you yearning
skimmed the side of your neck, holding you close to him as he finally pulled
“I love you.”
The words were out of your mouth before you even had a chance to think about
them and you wanted to face palm yourself for even allowing them to slip free.
too, Y/N,” he rasped with a quirk of a smile, noticing the blush tinting your
widely at his words, pressing a chaste kiss to his mouth.
do need ta rest now though,” he said noting the moon high in the sky from the
infirmary window, reluctantly pulling away. “I’ll be here when ya wake,” he
conceded, listening to your body that was already trying to lull you to sleep,
turning on your good side to face Daryl with your eyes closed, a smile gracing
your lips as Daryl intertwined his fingers with yours.