Alpha. Beta. Imagines.

Dallas Winston

//request: can you do a Dallas Winston where he teaches you how to fight and when you want to give up he says that he loves you and wants to make sure you handle yourself when he's not around?//

"keep your face protected." he said and lightly tapped my chin with his knuckles.

I raised my arms to protect my face and took shots at him again. after a good minute or two, I stopped.

"come on Y/N." Dallas said and threw his arms up in annoyance. "you can't just quit."

"well why not!?" I exclaimed, throwing my arms in the air. "Socs aren't gonna stop just because we can defend ourselves! what do think I carry this for?" I flicked out my four inch, cobalt hilt switch. I was quick as lightning with that blade, and it was sharp as my tongue too.

I tucked it away as Dallas began again. "I ain't worried about stopping the Rich Kids, alright? I don't give a hang about them." he pulled out a cigarette and lit it as he spoke. "and I know how you can handle a blade."

"then why do I need to know how to fight!?"

"what if they get that blade away from you? no pop bottles around. no pipes. nothing. what are you going to do then?"

I groaned and shoved my hands into my pockets. "I don't know Dal." I mumbled and kicked my foot idly.

"Look Y/L/N." he said in a tone you'd rarely heard from him. he only spoke that kindly to Johnnycake. "yeah you're good with a blade, but if they get that away from you, you need to be able to use your hands too."

"or you know, I could just avoid confrontation all together. I like that idea. I'm going to go with that." I nodded and turned to leave.

he grabbed my arm and I froze midstride. I was never afraid of Dallas Winston like others were. Yeah, he was intimidating but I never was scared of what he could do. I knew damn well what he was capable of but on the east side, that's the behavior they expect.

normal people would've been shaking in their boots if ol' Dally laid a hand on them like he just did me.

"Y/N, I just want to know you can take care of yourself no sweat when I'm not there." he said in that soft tone again. why does he keep talking to me like that?

"Dal, I appreciate this. I really do. but I just can't fight physically. besides, I don't go anywhere without one of the guys so you don't have to worry."

"yeah actually. I do have to worry."

I spun on my heels and faced him. his face showed shock for a brief moment but it disappeared just as soon as it came. "and why exactly is that Winston? what is soooo special about me that you-" I poked his chest hard. "-want to protect so goddamn badly?"

"cause I care about you, okay!?" he replied in sort of a yell. he ran his hand through his hair and sighed. "I care about you." he repeated, but more calmly this time.

"you care about me?"

"yes, okay. you're not like other girls on this side. you're better than them. glory you're better than the guys on this side too. hood like me probably doesn't have a chance."

"I'd say you have a decent one." I countered and he looked at me like I'd grown a second head. "I care about you too Dal."