dallas winston imagines

clingy

You just finished all your homework for the week and was ready for the weekend ahead. You slam your textbook shut and excitedly walk out of your room. You're home alone which disappoints you because you finally had time to hang out. You walk over to the phone and ring Buck's for Dally. No response. He's probably out right now.

You sigh and plop onto the couch. You grab the book laying on the kitchen table and start to read it when Dally walks through the door.

"Perfect, you're here."

"Hey Dal what's up-"

Dally picks you up and throws you over his shoulder. You squeal in shock and try to escape his grip.

"DALLAS WHAT ARE YOU DOING? PUT ME DOWN!"

"We're gonna go for a drive," he says walking with you still on him out the door. You've given up and lay helplessly over his shoulder. He opens the door to a car that you assume is Buck's, and carefully puts you in the passenger seat. He walks over to the driver's end and gets in.

"There could've been a much better way to do that," you say crossing your arms. "It's not like I would say no to a drive."

"That's such bullshit, man. That's what you've been telling me all week!

"Oh, I've gotta study. Sorry, I have homework. Maybe another time, I've got a test to study for," he says mocking you.

"So you're upset because I haven't been giving you attention?"

"Well you haven't been making time for me,"

"Sooo you're upset because I haven't been giving you attention?" You press on.

"Goddamn it Y/n, yes."

You smile in satisfaction.

"You know, I hate when you make me say those kinds of things."

"I know but I like hearing you say it." You kiss his cheek.

You guys go into town and Dally is especially touchy with you today. He normally is, but today was a whole new level. He had an arm around your waist the whole time and he was giving you small kisses the whole time, even though you were in public. He usually was only this touchy when you two were alone at home. You decided to savor his touch and give the same amount of affection back to him.

You guys decide to go home early because you didn't want Darry to catch you out after curfew.

"What do you want to do now?" you ask.

"What we normally do, ya know?"

So talking and cuddling. You smile at his attempt at requesting it.

"Come here," you say opening your arms.

Dallas climbs onto you and lays on your chest. You run your fingers through his hair and start talking to him about all sorts of things. He listens to your rambles making small remarks in between of them making you laugh. The conversation goes deeper and deeper until it gets to talking about your guy's future.

"Do you wanna get married, one day?" you ask.

He looks at you confused by the sudden question.

"I mean, it might not be with me but I mean like just in general."

"Shut your trap."

"What? I'm just asking."

"Cut out the nonsense. If I'm ever getting married it'll be with you."

You smile but keep calm to see if you can get any more answers. It's hard to know where people like Dally see themselves in the future.

"Do you want kids someday?"

"No, shoot Y/n, we're only 17, why are you wondering about these kinds of things?"

That was probably the last answer you were getting out of him for the night. You get up to turn off the lights and climb back into bed with him. You turn over and close your eyes. It's a bit later into the night and you're just about to fall asleep when you feel Dally's hand on your shoulder.

"Maybe," he says.

"Huh?" you ask.

"Maybe I'll want kids later. Maybe."

You laugh. "You've still been thinking about that this whole time?" you say turning to face him.

"Do you want kids?" he asks ignoring your question.

"I mean, yeah."

"Okay," he says, closing his eyes.

You prop yourself onto your elbows and lean into his ear. "But I wouldn't mind if it was just the two of us if you don't," you whisper.

"We'll figure it out eventually," he whispers back, eyes still closed.

He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you in closer to him. You cherished these moments of your relationship the most.