A/N: Not requested, I just have serious Dally feels and love sick day imagines, so feel free to request them!! They'll be cuter than this if they're requests, I promise.

Imagine:
"Dally," You moan from your spot on the bed next to him. "What?" He asks, rolling over to look at you. At first, he seems annoyed that you're waking him up at 2 AM, but then he sees your face and his expression softens. "What's wrong, sweetie?" He asks, pulling you close to him. "I don't feel good," You complain, holding your stomach. "I'm sorry, Y/N. Why don't you go back to sleep, though? You'll feel better in the morning," He says, kissing your forehead, which you rest on his chest. "You feel warm. I think you have a fever," He whispers before you drift off again. The next morning you wake up coughing. You try to be quiet, since you're still in an asleep Dally's arms, but he wakes up anyways. "Are you ok, honey?" He asks, concerned. He rubs your back. "Yeah, I think so," You say after a moment. Then, look at the clock on your nightstand. 10:00. Dally would probably be on his way to work right about now. You sigh and lay back down on your pillow. Dally kisses your cheek and walks out of the room. Without him, today was going to be a long day. Your head hurts, your stomach hurts, you can't breathe, and your chest is burning. Just as you drift off again, Dally comes back in and says, "Y/N, wake up." You look at him, and he sits on the bed next to you. "What?" You ask, laying your head in the crook of his neck. He rubs your back. "I'm gonna stay home with you today, sweetie. Do you want me to make you something for breakfast?" He asks. You almost laugh. The last time he tried to cook something, he almost burned the house down. "No thanks. I don't think I could keep anything down if I tried," You tell him, telling the truth and trying to spare his feelings. He nods. "Well, what do you want to do, then?" He asks. "Nothing," You admit. "Why don't we go downstairs and sit on the couch? You can rest and I'll watch tv or something?" He suggests. You nod and slowly walk downstairs with him. He sits down, and you sit next to him. He puts his arm protectively around your waist and pulls your close, with you resting your head on him. "This ok?" He asks. You nod. "Yeah, perfect." For the next two days he stays home with you, making you food, holding your hair out of your face and rubbing your back when you get sick, grabbing tissues for you, cuddling, and just being the perfect boyfriend. When you finally get better, he wakes up with the same thing you had. When Dally gets sick, he's clingy as hell, and complains a lot until you give him hugs and cuddles. But it wasn't that bad, because you got to take care of him, and spend that time with Dallas Winston.