Toxic!! 😔 I need some Raider Boo protection and reassurance! Please! 🙏 HC or blurb anything. Sweet Pea is sad, hope lost, scared of the future and a looming sense of dread that this is going to be really bad. How does our evolved Raider handle that?
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roly poly
RAIDER JOEL COMFORT (<500 words)
Notes: Love you, M. 🖤 Hugs to all. 🫂
The men are outside by the fire while you’re sitting in the dark, on the bed, with your knees to your chest and your gun on the nightstand, trying to stay alert for threats but feeling tired. Joel killed off a few infected in the auto yard earlier. One popped out from behind a rusted VW bug a few feet from you, and it felt like a close call. You always felt safe with Joel before. You still feel safer with him than anyone else, but the world you live in is getting even scarier. They're getting closer.
When Joel walks in, he squints at you. He sits on the bed to take off his shoes. “You okay?” he asks.
“Better with you here,” you whisper.
He nods and lays a hand on your knee. "Shoulda been here all along." He knows what’s wrong. He can feel it in the air, just like you can. “Lookin’ like a roly-poly, all curled up” he mutters to cut the tension.
Then, with a grunt that becomes a sigh, he picks you up with his arms around your curled-up form. “Gonna have to carry ya 'round like this now?”
“No,” you break into a reluctant smile.
“Will if i have to,” he goes on, pacing to the other side of the bed with you. “Maybe find a big backpack to put ya in…”
He sets you down on the bed again and tickles your sides, making you uncurl. Then he gets between your legs and puts some of his weight on your torso, with his head close to yours. “We’re gonna be alright, baby,” he whispers. “It might get rough for a while,” he acknowledges, “but we can make it.” You know he can’t guarantee it, but his words still feel like a warm blanket.
“I ain’t lettin’ anything happen to my sweet pea,” he assures you. “OR my roly-poly,” he adds with a little pinch of your cheek. He searches your eyes, then lays a kiss on your forehead. “Nothin' more important,” he murmurs into your hair. Then he kisses your mouth, letting his lips linger softly against yours.
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can you make another raider Joel about getting sick during the night and he takes care of you
when you're sick
raider!Joel x f!reader Raider masterlist
WARNINGS: not graphic but if you don't wanna think about getting sick / throwing up, please skip it. Reader has hair that can be held. Future - any time after Gun Hug?
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Joel would wake up to the sound of your cough echoing from the bathroom. You hear him rustling around then a gentle knock at the bathroom door. You don't answer. His voice is muffled by the door.
"you okay sweet pea?"
"yeah," you whimper hoarsely.
"lemme in."
"I'm fine real-" you cut yourself off, getting sick again.
He tries to open the door but it's locked
"damnit," he says under his breath. Then he backs up and shoulders into it with his weight and it bursts open.
You look back, and Joel is standing there looking at you with big, sympathetic eyes. He's wearing only short, soft shorts and an undershirt. He looks so tan and ripped. His right hand is bruised and his knuckles are scabbed over from a fight.
you hesitantly ask, "can I please have some privacy?" even though his forced entry gave you the answer.
His face hardens as he thinks it over. Then he says, "no. I said I was gonna take care of ya, sweet pea. That's what I'm gonna do." He squats down beside you. "talk to me, baby. what's goin' on?"
"I just didn't feel good," you croak, and sniffle as tears begin to overtake your eyes. You wipe the corner of your mouth with the heel of your palm.
He gets a wash cloth from under the sink and wets it. "C'mere." He takes your chin in his hand and his brow furrows as he cleans your face for you.
You groan, feeling it coming, and hover your head over the bowl. He sets the washcloth on the floor and gets behind you. He straddles your legs sits back on his heels, with his warm groin against you. He holds your hair for you and plants a gentle kiss on the crown of your head.
"don't look," you manage weakly before you cough again.
"I'm not, baby." He rests his cheek on your head so you know he's not.
When you're done, he asks if you feel better and you finally do. You flush the toilet. He wipes your face again and gets another washcloth to wipe your forehead. Then he helps you up from the floor.
He gets your toothbrush prepped and says "open," ready to brush your teeth for you but when you reach for it, he lets you do it. "All good?" He asks and you nod shyly. Then he takes you back to bed. He holds you and periodically kisses the crown of your head until you fall back asleep.
