Nick Clark Imagines

You're Not Helping!

I've been staying at the ranch for a few years. Being family friends of the Otto's, it didn't take much for them to let me in after my parent's had gotten sick then relatively putting them down before they ate my face. During the first few weeks of living at the ranch, I stayed to myself. I ate by myself, worked mainly by myself, and slept in my own little hut, not really wanting to be around anyone. I mourned my parents deaths for a couple months before realizing that it was the right thing to do, better than being one of those... things.

When I began communicating with the other residents here, Jake and Troy Otto were the two I became close with, even though Jake could barely stand Troy. The two of them felt the need to protect me for some reason. When the Clark's first arrived, I was intrigued by Nick, Madison's son. He was an absolute cutie. Nick was put in Troy and I's group for going out into the desert, looking for supplies for us to bring back that would be useful to the ranch.

Nick and I became very close pretty quick, especially when Troy had us pair up to check out this supermarket that was about ten miles from the ranch.

Nick was driving the truck as I sat in the passenger seat, looking out the window at some of the infected that were aimlessly walking around, enjoying some scenery that was left in this dreadful world.

"Have you known Troy for long?" Nick's voice snapped me out of my thoughts and I glanced over at him, his eyes on me for a few seconds before glancing back towards the road.

"Um, I've known him for about a year and a half. When I first got to the ranch, I mainly stayed to myself since I was mourning the death of my parents," I mumbled, playing with the ends of my fingers.

"What happened to them? If you don't mind me asking," His deep rugged voice filled the air, smiling to myself at how much I like the sound of him speaking.

"Well, they got sick and I had to shoot them... to stop them from eating my face. And it was one of the hardest things I ever had to do," I whispered quietly, wondering if he actually heard me or not. I sniffed, wiping a tear off my cheek as I felt his large hand softly rest against my thigh.

Nick pulled the truck over, turning the engine off as he shifted, turning his body to face mine. He cautiously took one of my hands in his, rubbing his calloused thumb against the back of it, his eyes gazing at them. "Hey, it's okay. It would've been the right thing to do," He mentioned and I nodded my head, smiling softly at him.

"I know," I whispered, scooting closer before wrapping my arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. I felt him tense up under me, his arms wrapping around my waist as he rubbed my back. "Sorry, I'm kind of a hugger," I chuckled lightly, my cheek brushing against his.

"That's okay. We all need a hug once in awhile," Nick laughed lightly, his hand stilling on my back, sighing softly as my eyes fluttered shut slowly. We sat there for about a minute in silence before pulling away from him, giving him a small smile as he started the truck back up, getting back on the road towards our destination. I glanced back out the window, feeling my cheeks heat up thinking about the moment Nick and I had.

Nick parked the truck outside of the supermarket, seeing a few infected dragging around the front entrance and the two of us take our our melee weapons, glancing towards each other before we exited the truck. "Stick together, alright?" Nick asked and I nodded my head, looking towards the dead that were currently walking towards us.

We had stabbed our way through the small group of infected, making sure all of them are actually dead before continuing into the market. Nick smashes a window by the front doors, crawling into the place as he looked back at me, motioning me to come in. I awkwardly crawled through the window, a sharp piece of glass digging into my skin. I wince, falling to the floor as Nick crouched next to me.