hey, can I ask you something? my doctor proposed mirena to me due to some fibroid tumours of the uterus that I had to remove a couple of years ago. I didn't agree and thought to wait and see but now they are back and I'm starting to consider it. you are the first person I know that has it; can you tell me a few things about your experience with it? thank you and if this is too personal and you don't feel comfortable discussing it, I totally understand.
I’ve had relatively few issues with the Mirena (which is a small miracle because my body usually goes batshit on hormonal meds).
The only thing that was an issue was it made my uterine lining too thin, which weirdly enough manifests as constant spotting and period pain. I had to go on the pill to help with that.
Overall, if you’re going to be on some sort of hormonal birth control anyway I would recommend the Mirena. It’s long-lasting, without many side effects (that I’ve experienced) and if it doesn’t work your doctor can remove it without much fuss.
@redm81 here ya go girl! Hope it’s at all what you were looking for. (I’m about to go to bed, it’s like 4am here and I have work tonight so I’m about to go to bed. I’ll write more when I get home from work.) *kisses*
prompts: 6. “I love you.” + 16. “If you don’t love me, tell me. Please, just let me go.”
Love Changes
The fight had been awful. Not the one with Negan or the Saviors, the one that happened after Daryl reached the Hilltop and found out about the prisoners. Maggie had tried to calm him down but Daryl had been furious. Daryl didn't even know he was about to walked around to the trailers outside the gate until Paul stepped into his path.
"Daryl, you can't!" Paul didn't touch him but his hands were hovering over Daryl's chest like he might shove him back any second.
Daryl didn't remember pulling the gun out of his back pocket but his fingers tightened on the handle, "Move."
"We don't execute people, we can't be like that," Paul gave him those big pleading eyes that usually made Daryl give in to him, "Please, they can't hurt anyone anymore and they surrendered."
Daryl snorted and stepped around him. Daryl went stiff when Paul grabbed his arm, "Daryl, I won't let you."
The laugh that came out of Daryl scared even himself, "Let me?"
Paul didn't expect Daryl to grab his arm back and yank. Daryl knew Paul was fast and had strength hidden under his soft shirts and trench coat. Daryl knew firsthand how strong the ninja was. From that first tussle on the road to Paul's fingers bruising his shoulders and thighs clenching at Daryl's sides. Paul forgot sometimes though, forgot that Daryl had over sixty pounds of solid muscle on him.
Paul was winded as Daryl slammed him on the ground, his eyes going wide as Daryl loomed over him, "Stay."
Daryl knew he shouldn't have done that. Paul looked hurt in more way than one by the move but Daryl didn't stop. Even Paul's voice yelling out to him as Daryl opened the trailer door and stepped in. Paul froze as Daryl squeezed the trigger in quick succession. Tara who had been guarding the trailer even looked shocked as Maggie reached her side.
Daryl wouldn't say it was easy, killing people never was but it wasn't as difficult as it should have been. Daryl dropped his empty gun into the slowly growing puddle of blood on the flood and let the door slam behind him as he left the trailer.
"You killed them?" Maggie couldn't seem to believe it.
"Bein' dead is better than bein' a prisoner just waitin' to die." Daryl mumbled as he stormed past them.
Daryl never told anyone how when the infection in his shoulder had been burning the worst and his beaten tired bones ached like they were breaking he had wished to die. Even though he fought so hard part of him just wanted someone to put a bullet in his head.
Daryl wasn't sure if it was really a fight per say but it felt like one. Paul withdrew from him for a few days after that. Daryl had decided to go back to Alexandria after Paul flinched away from him the first time. He didn't blame him, Daryl knew he was a monster. Morales had been right on that part while he speechified to Rick. Daryl knew he had scared everyone, likely Paul more than anyone.
It just felt bad, like something had shifted with them. Paul had always been the one to say how he felt. Daryl had never heard the word love more until he had gotten with the younger man. It wasn't until Daryl came back to Hilltop after Negan was taken captive in Alexandria that he really noticed the change. Daryl hadn’t been happy about Rick not killing the mad man but he wasn't going to pull another stunt like with the prisoners.
He couldn't stay in Alexandria though and Paul didn't protest him moving full time in with him. It was different that before. They still spent most of their time together and had sex and went on runs but it didn't feel the same. It wasn't until a month after a moved in that he noticed he hadn't heard Paul say he loved him since that day at the trailers.
Daryl knew he had never said it at all so it was a bit hypocritical of him to be hurt by the loss of the words. Paul was the honest one though, he always said Daryl didn't have to say it because he could tell. Paul had liked to say it, list all the things about Daryl he loved to the point the Daryl thought his face would be permanently scarlet.
It ate at Daryl over the next month and Paul still didn't say it. Daryl knew feelings could change as easily as people did. He had changed so much over the course of the fight with Negan, he shouldn't be surprised that Paul would fall out of love with him. He wasn't the Daryl that Paul met and fell for anymore.
Daryl had never really unpacked his few bags of possessions so it wasn't hard to load everything back up. Paul had been with Maggie, going over some plans to expand the walls and Daryl was waiting at their picnic table when he got back. His eyes landing on the full duffle bags as he sat across from Daryl.
"What's going on?" Paul asked still eying the bags.
"If ya don't love me, tell me," Daryl's voice was raw as he watched Paul's jaw drop, "If you don't, please just let me go. So, ya can find someone who can make ya happy again."
"Daryl," Paul was up and around the table in two steps, he grabbed Daryl around the shoulders and pulled him to his chest. Daryl hadn't known he had been crying until his face hits Paul's soft sweater, "I love you."
"But not like ya did." Daryl hated how his voice cracked.
Paul leaned down burying his face in Daryl's hair, he was trembling so Daryl's wrapped his arms around his waist, "Maybe not but that doesn't mean I love you less. We're different than before and we need to refigure each other out."
Daryl couldn't argue that, war was hell and they both bore the scars. Paul ran his fingers through Daryl's hair, "I will never not love you, okay?"
"Okay." Daryl nodded into his chest.
"Let's get your stuff back inside and talk about this some more." Paul pulled back and grabbed one of Daryl bags.
Daryl stood and cupped Paul's face in his hands. His thumbs running over his bearded cheeks before leaning in and kissing him. It was the first right feeling kiss they had shared in some time, both of them smiling into it.
Daryl tucked Paul's hair behind his ears when he pulled back, "I love ya."
It really was great. Also, not pictured is the tiny sauna (seats maybe 5 adults, if they like each other a lot) and the inflatable pool - with jets! - that are placed among the trees. Add excellent friends, nice food and general amazing mood? I'm feeling approximately 200% more human than I've done for the rest of the week.
@redm81 this is for you! I hope this is anything like what you were looking for.
Can be found on AO3 here > http://archiveofourown.org/works/10791069/chapters/26715375
He’s Mine
"Bullshit." Daryl smirked shaking his head as he sat in the driver's seat, car headed for The Kingdom.
"I swear, I kicked its head clean off. Ask Kal if you don't believe me." Paul defended.
To pass the time they were comparing the most interesting ways they had killed walkers. Daryl's double axe outside of the CDC would always be one of his favorites. Then Paul pops up saying he had kicked some walkers head off, like completely off. Daryl was skeptical even though that was pretty awesome.
"I jus might," Daryl reached over settling his hand on Paul's thigh, squeezing the cargo covered flesh, "With these legs it could have happened though."
Paul just grinned covering Daryl's hand with his own. Paul had been fairly surprised at how affectionate Daryl was, even if it was only in private or with the closest of friends. They didn't broadcast what they had but Paul figured anyone with more than two brain cells could tell they were together. It was comfortable and worked for them.
Daryl left his hand right where it was until they pulled up to the gates at the Kingdom. They had a load of ammo from their latest run. Daryl parked the car as Carol came up with the crew that did the inventory. There were a few crates worth, it had been a good run.
"Hey, Jesus." One of the inventory guys smiled at him.
Paul couldn't recall his name, it might be Dan or Don but he wasn't sure. Paul wasn't proud to admit he had slept with the guy, it was forever ago but it had happened. It was before Negan had been overthrown, before Daryl or he even knew about Alexandria. It was a one-night stand, Paul had stay over after making a trade with the King for some seeds.
Paul had been horny, him and Alex had broken up just a week before at the time. The guy was good looking, all blonde hair and brown eyes with some muscle and a decent dick. So, they had a one and done at least for Paul. However, he tried to flirt with Paul every time he came by the community. Paul generally ignored it.
Paul just nodded as acknowledgement as they unloaded the bullets. They were putting them on a table near the practice range, once everything was accounted for it would be moved to the armory. Daryl came up to his side, reaching up to tuck his hair behind his ear, "Will ya be alright to wait for a few?"
"Sure," Paul paused in pulling boxes from the crate, "Where are you off to?"
"Catch up with Carol on what's new 'round here." Daryl supplied, the woman standing a few feet away waiting for him. Paul knew how much Daryl missed her so he nodded.
"Okay, have fun." Paul smiled as Daryl subtly and quickly rubbed his back in thanks before moving over to Carol.
They didn’t actually go far just over to the picnic table set over in the courtyard. Far enough for privacy but Daryl could turn and see Paul as he helped sort the delivery. Paul glanced up as what's his name wandered up to his side.
"How's the Hilltop?" He asked making Paul resist rolling his eyes.
"Same as always." Paul kept it short, he didn't want to encourage him.
"Good, how are you?" Paul cut his eyes at the guy as he finished emptying the crate.
"I'm same as I was last time." Paul hoped that got the message across. Short of tattooing 'not interested' across his face he didn't know what else he could do.
"Good, good." He –Dave, maybe- ran his hand down Paul's arm. It was a clear attempt at flirtation but Paul shrugged him off. He wasn't deterred, "Well, if your friend is busy for a while how about I keep you company?"
"I'm fine." Paul stepped back, glancing over to see Daryl still in deep conversation with Carol. Daryl had a gentle smile on his face as she spoke, a smile he saved for the people who meant most. Paul saw it often.
"Oh, I see," What's his name laughed following Paul's gaze, "You and him?"
Paul cut his eyes over at the guy again, giving just the slightest nod. He stiffened when an arm wound around his waist, touch far too casual. What they had done together was ages ago, the guy had no right to think he still had permission to touch Paul. Paul's fist clenched as he was pulled to the guys side while a hand settled on his ass, "He share?"
Paul was about to start swinging when the jerk yelped in pain. Paul turned his head to see Daryl grab his wrist pulling the offensive hand away and twisted. The guy had no choice but to stumble back from Paul and let his arm be yanked up behind his back. Daryl's lip was turned up in a snarl as he leaned into the guys space, voice nearly as growl, "He's mine."
"I don’t think he does." Paul smirked.
Paul knew he should be offended for being referred to like he was an object but the rage on Daryl's face was oddly arousing. Daryl was never one to publicly display his feelings but now all eyes were on them as the guy struggle in Daryl's grip. Daryl just tightened his hold like he was going to snap the jerks' wrist. He seemed uncaring of the audience.
"Dylan," Carol's voice was icy and Paul finally had the name, "Apologize."
"I'm sorry." He whimpered.
"Fer what?" Daryl demanded.
"Hitting on Jesus, I'm sorry. It was my bad." Dylan cried out when Daryl pulled his arm even tighter.
"Ya think that's hittin' on someone? Nah," Daryl shook the guy like a rag doll in grip, "Yer sorry fer harassin' him, aren't ya?"
"Yes! I'm sorry, Jesus." Dylan told Paul before turning pleading eyes to the older man, "Sorry for touching him, sir."
Daryl finally let him go, shoving him away harshly. The guy practically ran way with his tail between his legs. Before Daryl could say or do anything else Paul grabbed his arm and hauled him over to the car, "We'll be going now. Bye, Carol."
Carol waved with a grin as they got in the car. Daryl's knuckled were nearly white on the wheel as they sped for home. Paul watched him shimmer for a while before reaching over to rest his hand on Daryl's thigh. Daryl glanced over at him, his jaw relaxing from the clench it had been in.
"I could have handled that." Paul stated and Daryl gave him a sheepish look, like he was just then realizing how much of a caveman he had just been.
"I know ya could've but..." Daryl chewed on his lip like he sure how to defend his actions.
It wasn't like Daryl to just snap like that. Tara stayed slapping Paul's ass and Eric hung all over him on a regular basis. Daryl always just rolled his eyes at them. They were all family though. Dylan, even though Daryl didn't know it, had been a past fling. He was a stranger to Daryl so his response was almost understandable.
"You were jealous." Paul smiled, it was adorable.
"Shut up," Daryl grumbled, his ears going pink, "Shoulda busted that asshole's hand."
Paul turned in his seat, hand sliding an inch up Daryl's thigh. Daryl had been a little much since Paul very much so could have knocked the guy senseless but it was nice too. Very nice. Paul leaned over and husked, "For touching what belongs to you?"
Daryl's head snapped over, eyes wide and hand pressing Paul to his seat as he slammed on the brakes. Paul laughed as Daryl leaned over capturing his mouth in a messy kiss that had almost too much teeth. Paul returned the kiss with equal strength before Daryl leaned back, "Ya ain't mad?"
"That you got jealous over me? Hell, no." Paul grinned as he slipped through the front seats to settle in the wide backseat. Daryl gawked as Paul pulled his jacket off and flung it to the floor, "I am yours, right?"
Daryl swallowed thickly before pushing his bulkier form into the back, "Mine."
redm81 replied to your post: My first night off - out of many, many - is...
So you can stay home and cuddle with your blanket and watch ALL the shows and write all the Malec!!!
No no no. So I can get some sleep before showing up in a classroom at “I’m usually asleep right now” o’clock, and read the most boring book I’ve ever encountered.
First day of school tomorrow, meaning that for the forseeable future (that is until I either decide this isn’t for me, or decide that sleep is better than money) I’ll be in a classroom instead of working at least 3 days/week.
I was tagged by @redm81. Rules are to state 5 random facts, and tag 10 people. I'm not going to tag anyone, but facts and randomness I can do.
1. Am currently making oatmeal porridge for my breakfast
2. I have a collapsible teapot that I use for scouts and travelling
3. Today I would prefer to stay in bed all day
4. I have a weird tendency to wake up in the middle of the night and "hear" my brain start running facts from whatever exam I'm studying for right then
Yes! There’s a row of them that I pass on my way to school every morning, so obviously I had to bring my camera one day and document the gloriousness. It looks even more awesome with the whole row, and sunlight, but it was a grey day and well, identifying features...
