TWD ~ Daryl + Reader ~

Doctor

Even with the headlights of the car being broken the road is still lit by the light of the full moon. However, the light from the moon doesn't make the holes in the road visible to Rick. The small potholes don't bother you since your legs are being securely held by Daryl. Who is sitting with one arm out the window holding onto the top of the door and the other arm placed on my leg where it won't hurt but where he can grip easily when the car jolts. 

Your hair whips in front of your face then back to the side, from all the windows being rolled down. You could fall asleep from the peaceful sound of the wind and knowing you are safe. Though as your eyes start to drift closed the car jerks as one of the tires falls into a crater and forcefully rips itself back out. 

There's no keep any of you in the car still. Your whole body jumps up and lands back down. At first, you're fine you don't feel any pain, it isn't until another tire does the same as the other that your right leg tenses. Your brain instructs your body to brace itself for impact and as directed every muscle in your body tightens.  Your muscles cause your leg to straighten, the tendons in your knee pull.  

You instinctively yelp and move to grab your knee. 

"No," Jesus says as he wraps his arms around you, holding your arms to your sides in the process, "you can't touch it."

Your eyes are on the brink of tears as you try to escape his grip. You force your eyes closed as tears start to fall and try to block out the pain. Daryl lightly shifts his body, taking his arm out of the window in the process, as his hands go to your leg. 

You feel the warmth of his hands, one on the back of your leg behind your knee and the other wrapped around your lower leg. He puts pressure on your lower leg then pushes your knee up making your leg bend. Through the wind blowing and the light sound of a CD playing, the sound of your knee cracking sounds through the car. 

. . .

When the car gets to the gate of Alexandria flashlights are shined onto it by the people are the top of the gate. When they see the driver is Rick they holler down for the guy guarding the gate to open it.  The gate is open seconds later and Rick drives the car in and straight to the infirmary buidling. 

As soon as the car stops Michonne jumps out and runs to bang on the doctor's door. Within five loud knocks the doctor is at the door looking half asleep asking what's wrong. As Michonne talks to her the men try to get you out of the car without hurting your leg.

Jesus gets out of the car and slowly pulls you out with Daryl basically crawling through the car holding the back of your leg making sure your reight leg stays bent. When you're almost all the way out of the car both Rick and Jesus each take one of your arms and put them over their shoulders. Daryl slowly gets out of the car after he lets your legs drop to the ground and makes sure Rick and Jesus have you.

They walk you up the stairs and into the infirmary. The inside of the infirmary is small with there only being five beds in total and three medicine cabinets that despite the supply run you went on almost a week ago are very minimally stocked.

Rick and Jesus move to one of the closest beds and carefully sit you down. The doctor walks over to you and shifts the hole in you pant leg to look at you ripped open and bleeding knee.

"I'm Denise." she says as she examines your knee with strands of her hair falling into her face from her ponytail. "(Y/N), nice to meet you." You breathe out as she puts her finger into the hole in your pant leg and starts pressing on parts of your knee.

Denise presses on one of the tender spots on your knee and your instinctly move your leg away. She looks up at you and sees the pain in your eyes. She instantly knows that she won't be able to inspect it further with her fingers without causing you pain.

"Michonne," Denise says while searching the room for something, then stopping on the object when she finds it, "I need that pair of scissors on the small table next to the medicine cabinet over there." She instructs as she points to the table across the room. 

Michonne instantly walks to the table and rushes back to Denise's side with the scissors in hand. When Denise gets the scissors in her hands she takes no time cutting the rest of your pant leg so she can see every inch of your right leg. 

Everyone in the room looks at your knee. Your kneecap is shifted to where half of it out of your skin. Blood flows down your leg from the gash that is much bigger than your kneecap.

"How long has your leg been bleeding?" Your eyes drift to Daryl who just shrugs. "Pretty much all day, but just lightly."

"That's because you managed not to break any of the many blood vessels around your knee." Denise lightly places her hands on your knee and moves your open skin with her thumbs sending shock of pain up your leg. "But the tenant beside your kneecap is slightly ripped from the movement of your knee." She takes her hands off of your leg and moves around the infirmary swiftly grabbing everything she might.

She pulls a small table on wheels next to her with supplies on it. "You're going to sew her tenant back together, aren't you?" Jesus asks from where he standing across from Denise at your bedside. She glimpses up at him and says; "Yes, and I don't have any anesthetic you're all going to have to hold her down."

'Hold her down.' Echoes through your mind. Images of your mother being held down on the pavement against her will struggling to get out from underneath those filthy men flood your mind. Two men would hold her down while another took his turn, while then last one stood guard at the car they stuffed you and your brother in. 

"-I need two of you on her legs, one of your over here by me to hand me what I need, and one of you holding her shoulders down." Mishonne shifts to Denise's side, Rick holds your lower right leg, Jesus holds your left leg, and Daryl places his hands on your upper arms; each of them ready to hold you down whether you want them to or not.

You hear the snap of Denise's gloves and hear her say; "Just breathe (Y/N)." 

Then without another word she pulls the needle through your ripped tenant. The burns throughout your whole leg like a red-hot iron was just pushed into your knee. At first you try to hold in your screams but by the third pull of the needle your opens and lets your scream out. 

"Let go!" You yell as you try to kick and pull free from everyone's grips. "Stop! Let me go!"

"Hold her still." Denise demands. "Just hurry up and stitch it." Rick yells back.

"Let me go!" You scream again with your eyes squeezed hurt trying to block out the pain. One of the callased thumbs on your upper arm starts to rub your arm in a contorting way as you continuing screaming to be let go. 

Soon the burning sensation stops as Denise types off the thread and clips the excess off. Denise puts the needles and thread on the small table and says; "Now, Rick, I need you to pull (Y/N)'s leg towards you as you hold when I tell you." Rick nods and puts one of his hands on your calf and the other on your ankle. 

Denise taps Daryl's shoulder, his head spins to face her as she says; "You need to keep her mind off of when I am about to do." Daryl just nods and turns back to look at you.

"What a-are you go-going to d-do?" You stutter out.

You get no answer just the sound of Denise quietly counting down from three, then she practically yells; "Pull!"

Rick starts to pull on your leg making your leg straighten and you knee make a loud cracking sound. You scream without warning and grip onto the bed sheet beneath you.

"(Y/N)," you hear Daryl say, "(Y/N), look at me." You scream again as you feel Denise try to forcefully move your kneecap back into place. "Just look at me, okay," You scream again, but you feel like you can barely hear it, it's like you're in a tunnel. "just keep your eyes on me (Y/N)."

The pain you have from Denise forcing your knee into almost disappears and your screams seem even farther away. It's like your falling down a dark rabbit hole where all your pain and the screams they cause can't go. You feel your eyes start to drift away from Daryl's face that has splattered walker blood on it and stray greasy brown hairs trying to hide his eyes. Those deep blue eyes.