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Carl Grimes x Fem!Reader
Word count: 681
Warnings: Being sick I guess?
Y/N: Your Name
Prompt(s): Winter Flu
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The winter flu hit me hard and fast. I had woken up with a scratchy throat and a headache, but by noon, it felt like my body was waging war. My head throbbed, my joints ached, and every swallow was a burning reminder that something was wrong.
When Carl returned from a supply run and found me on the couch, wrapped in every blanket I could possibly find, my cheek flushed from the fever, he could tell something was wrong.
“Hey, Y/N,” He said softly, crouching down beside me.
“How are you feeling?” I opened one eye, looking at him with a mixture of exhaustion and relief.
“Like I was run over by a horse.” I mumbled. He gave me a sympathetic smile and ran a gentle hand over my tangled hair.
“I’ll see if anyone found any soup.” He said, brushing a strand of hair from my face.
“And maybe some tea. I’ll also see if Denise has anything for you.” I barely managed to nod before drifting back into a light sleep.
*Carl’s POV*
I left to see if Carol had any soup in the pantry and luckily she did. She even gave me some tea and then I was off to Denise. I explained the symptoms to her and she handed me a little pill bottle. I returned home to see Y/N still lightly sleeping on the couch. I headed into the kitchen and moved around quietly, pulling out a pot and placing it on the stove. I grabbed the naked soup can Carol had given me and poured it into the pot. Chicken noodle soup, a classic. I turned the burner on and let the soup start to heat. I then pulled out a kettle and filled it with water, before placing it on the second burner and letting it heat up. I went upstairs and grabbed some extra pillows for her. I headed back down and adjusted her head gently so she’d be more comfortable. She stirred but didn’t wake up, just sighed softly and burrowed deeper into the pillows.
When the soup and tea were ready, I poured a steaming bowl, made her tea, and carried it over to the couch, setting it on the coffee table before gently waking her.
“Y/n, hey.” I whispered, nudging her arm.
“Soup’s ready.” Her eyes fluttered open and offered me a small, grateful smile. I helped her sit up, wrapping a blanket tightly around her shoulders and handed her the bowl. She cradled it in her hands, breathing in the steam with a sigh of relief.
“Thank you.” She murmured her voice barely a whisper. She took a small spoonful and closed her eyes as the warmth soothed her sore throat.
I sat next to her, watching to make sure she could eat on her own. When she managed to finish half the bowl, I set it aside and handed her the mug of tea.
“Think you can handle some medicine now?” I asked, brushing a cool hand over her forehead. She was still warm, but not as flushed as before. She nodded, and I handed her two pills that Denise had given me. I watched her swallow each one with a grimace.
For the rest of the evening, I stayed by her side. I read her comics quietly while she dozed, adjusting her blanket whenever she shivered, refilling her glass, and refreshing her wet towel whenever her fever flared up. I even put on her favorite record, letting the familiar, soothing sounds play softly in the background as she rested.
By the time night fell, Y/N’s fever had finally broken, and she looked up at him, eyes drooping but grateful. She managed a soft smile.
“I’d still be on the couch, a wreck, without you.” She whispered. I chuckled, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead.
“Well, I’ll be here tomorrow too. Someone has to take care of you.” Y/N closed her eyes, reassured that she’d be okay. And as she drifted off again, her hand resting in mine, she smiled softly.
Well thank you anon :D sorry I am a bit slow with my ask. Mostly because I have worked late recently. Like today I came home at 9 PM ._. but no worries I will answer all asks eventually.
I really hate the flu (especially the coughing until vomiting part) and this is my personal experience with it: how to cure it as early as possible:
Characters: Curt Connors, Val the Symbiote (Symbiote OC)
Ship: Curt Connors/ Val the Symbiote (Symbio'Connors)
Rating: General (no warnings)
Summary: Val is concerned about keeping Curt healthy
Word Count: 100
Read on AO3
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Curt heard another shopper sneeze in another aisle and self-consciously pulled his scarf higher so it covered his nose as well as his mouth.
[So much sickness]
Val’s disapproval was almost palpable as her words passed through his mind
“This winter’s flu seems quite prolific,” he agreed. He spotted the soup he had been looking for and reached for it. To his surprise, he saw a tendril slip out from the sleeve of his coat, selecting a second can of the same flavor for him.
[Then we will work twice as much to make sure you do not catch it]
anyone else’s house sound like a really fucked up band at the moment? Got my mum coughing a beat from her room, my brother coughing the base from his room, me adding a lil bit of jazz with ten thousand sneeezes every 5 minutes from my room and my dad adding the lyrics regarding how he might not make it through the night from downstairs😭😂
