ivy; walker scobell imagines

baby photos??

requested by: That1PersonWhoSings

triggers: hi (no triggers) 

summary: walker's mom shows you his baby pics and he gets embarrassed 

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y/n's pov:

"ready to go?" you call.

"yup!" walker responds, hopping around on one foot, trying to get his shoe on.

you and walker are going to see your best friend, heather scobell. also known as walker's mom! 

you just got your license and while technically, you aren't legally allowed to drive walker around, it's like a three minute drive and your parents are ok with it. he still grumbles about being your passenger princess from time to time, but you think that he secretly likes it. 

walker has finished fighting with his vans and he catches your hand in his, swinging it between you as you walk towards your car. it's a cute little gray ford escape named betty. 

(this is my car i'm lending her to you for this chapter)

you get in the drivers seat and he hops in the passenger seat, immediately hooking his phone up to the aux. 

you side eye him. he isn't known for his music taste.

"if i hear even one second of tame impala, i'm throwing you out of the car," you warn. 

"calm down lady! i was going to play the playlist you made me," he defends. 

"what really?!" you grin as you swing the car out of your driveway.

"only the best for you," he winks.

"stop! you're gonna make me giggle and kick my feet and then we'll crash."

"oopsies!" walker says, not sounding very sorry at all. 

you don't even get halfway through daylight before you've arrived at walkers house. you hop out of the car, throw the keys at walker, so he can lock it, he catches them with an eye roll and a huff, and then sprint to the door. it swings open before you can knock and heather stands there grinning.

"y/n!" she laughs, pulling you in for a hug. 

"heather!" you mimic her, hugging back. 

she pulls away, "i'm so excited that you're here! come on in!" 

she leads you into the house and you follow her, eyes tracing the familiar faces framed along the walls. you point at one of the photos. it's a picture of walker, holding a puppy and grinning ear to ear. he's missing a few teeth and his hair is a mess. 

"aww, he looks so cute!" you giggle.

"oh yes, my delinquent son, adorable!" heather jokes.

you cackle.

"are you talking about me?" walker calls from the front door. 

heather ignores him and turns towards you, eyes lighting up.

"hold on, let me show you his baby photos!" she grins and then goes off down the hall to hunt them.