Fandom Imagines Part 2

Promise, Nick Ramos

"I'm going with you."

Those were the words Nick didn't want to hear his girlfriend say, but the universe had a funny sense of humor. In the zombie outbreak taking over Los Santos, he needed to do everything in his power to protect the love of his life. Nick may have been immune to the virus, but (Y/n) wasn't, and he didn't need her taking any chances to get herself bitten or killed. He just couldn't.

"Like hell you are," Nick quickly denied her request, walking past her to leave the conversation. However, he didn't get far as (Y/n) immediately took ahold of his arm and stopped him, making him turn back to see her desperately looking up at him.

"Nick, I have to go with you," she told him, cutting him off once more as he began to argue. "I can't lose you!" She nearly shouted, moving closer to stand directly in front of him. "You got bit, and despite it healing and you not turning, I can't take the chance of that happening again, or worse."

All of her concerns were all of Nick's, just switched around. The same things she worried about, he worried about for her. He loved her, and he couldn't face losing her. He was an orphan growing up, and because of not being shown what love was by missing parent figures in his life, he couldn't bear the thought of giving (Y/n) up to something he could prevent. It just wasn't happening.

Without replying to her meaningful words, Nick frowned and shook his head before pulling her close to him in his arms. He knew that's what she wanted most - his touch. She'd wanted a moment of nothing but him holding her ever since they got back to the garage. However, with the zombies and men riding flame-throwing motorcycles everywhere, she had to wait, and now, at this moment, she basked in it.

Holding her close to him, Nick scrunched his eyes shut as her soft arms came up to wrap around his abdomen, not caring about the oil stains or zombie blood from his mechanic suit getting onto her clothes. (Y/n) held him as he held her with the same amount of love she had for him like any other time they hugged; however, this embrace seemed to be filled with more than just love. It was filled with every emotion they were feeling at that very moment.

Nick felt worn out and stressed beyond belief. He'd been put through some rough challenges for the past twenty-four hours, and with the responsibility of saving all of those he loved, it was all such a heavyweight on his shoulders. At any moment could that responsibility be taken away with a simple mistake on his part, and just the idea made his stomach churn.

On the other side, (Y/n) felt useless and unproductive. She couldn't get anything done by staying at the garage and waiting for her boyfriend to arrive back, hoping and worrying that he comes back unharmed. However, she could be useful by going with Nick and helping him with everything that he was doing, but he wouldn't let her. So, she was back to feeling unproductive, and that made her feel useless once again.

"I can't let you go with me," Nick told her, his voice revealing his exhaustion and desperation for her to comply with him. Just like him, she began to argue, but just like her, he cut her off. "It is too dangerous for you to go out, and I will not let you get yourself hurt by those fucking zombies out there."

Being the calm and collected man he was, Nick ever so rarely cursed. It was only in times of frustration or hurt that he used such words, and when he did, (Y/n) knew he was serious. Through cussing, Nick was able to reveal his feelings with few, but big words. With just the one, (Y/n) knew that he physically and mentally couldn't handle her getting hurt, just as he said.

"Okay," (Y/n) finally gave in, laying her head on his chest as her hand rose up to meet his fast-beating heart. With her palm against his chest, Nick let out a sigh. "Please," she begged, her voice choked up as she pleaded with him. "Do not get yourself killed."

With a simple head shake, Nick slid a hand from her waist up to her hair where he gently combed through the (h/c) locks with his fingers, memorizing the softness of it. "I won't, (Y/n)," He tells her, holding her for just a few minutes more. "I promise."

Later on, days passed, fights came, and people joined the fight against the government and their plan for the zombie outbreak. Looking out of the helicopter window, (Y/n) found herself crying tears of joy as Nick answered her call, informing her of their victory. Upon landing the helicopter, (Y/n) was quick to run into her boyfriend's waiting arms, tears of happiness falling down his cheeks as well.

As soon as she landed in his hold, Nick quickly took the chance to lift her up and hold her chest to chest. In response, (Y/n) subconsciously slid her arms around his neck and wrapped her legs around his waist as he kissed her with everything he had. Once they pulled away, (Y/n) rested a hand against his cheek as she leaned in close to his face. "Thank you," She muttered, watching Nick furrow his eyebrows in confusion.

"Thank you for what?" He questioned her, his arms wrapped tightly around her.

"For everything," (Y/n) answered Nick, rubbing her thumb against his cheekbone. "For fighting for us, for saving us," She continued, only to smile once more as she spoke her final words, her voice quiet and gentle. "For keeping your promise~"