The Walking Dead imagine's

The Flu

•Y/n's POV•

I couldn't fall asleep over Carl coughing over and over again. I started at the white celling, sighing. *Cough* I finally get up and go into Carl's room to see if he's ok. "Carl?" I say quietly. He turns over to look at me, "Yeah?" He says back with a scratchy voice. "I'll be back." I walk out of his room and get him a water bottle. I walk back into his room, "Here!" I sit on his bed next to him. Carl pats down on the empty spot next to him "sit." He says. "Hey your scratchy voice is almost gone!" I say. He nods. I feel his head, "Did you dump a bucket of lava on you or something?!" I yell. "I have a flu..." he looks down at the bed. "I'll go get Jessie. You come with me so you can get some fresh air, yeah?" I say leaning on his door way. He gets a shirt on and walks with me, I held onto his hand to help him with support.

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•Carl's POV•

"So you have a flu?" Jessie asks while getting me some medicine. "Yeah." I say disappointed. "Don't worry Carl, Y/n is here to get you all better." She smirks. Me and Y/n laugh. Jessie hands me a little measuring cup filled with some medicine, "Take this." She says, I take it. "Alright we'll go home now! Sorry for waking you up." Y/n says. "It's ok!" Jessie says back.

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"Night darling." I kiss her cheek. "Night my sick prince." She kisses my cheek and walks out of my room.

•Y/n's POV•

Finally, no more coughing. I instantly fall asleep. I hear my door open "Y/n, can I sleep with you?" I hear Carl's voice. "I open my arms and he Jumps right into them. We both laugh. He snuggles up into my chest and we fall asleep together. Just how I wanted it to be..