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dallas imagine;

summary: reader is pregnant with dally's baby and gets jumped// i put this in my dally pregnancy hc and i wanted to make it into an imagine.

You and Dally were both twenty one years old. You guys have been dating since you were seventeen, but you had moved in together not too long ago. Both of you had jobs, but they weren't the best paying, just enough to pay bills and buy groceries, but that was all you really needed. It wasn't until recently, when you found out that you were pregnant, that you both got better jobs. Dally started working full time at the bar at Buck's place, and you began working at a diner not too far from y'alls house. 

You were about two months pregnant and it was rough. Dally hadn't left you physically, but there was definitely a rift between the two of you. He became distant at times, you guys hardly ever talked like you used to, and never spent any time together. Despite living with him, you felt as though you never saw him. The only thing he did to show he cared about this pregnancy was getting a better paying job. He hadn't gone to any of your appointments, he never asked about how you felt or anything in regard to the baby, and he never did anything affectionate towards the baby. Now you weren't expecting him to full blown talk to your stomach, but you had thought that maybe he would lay a hand on it or something, but no. It was becoming so difficult to stay happy even though you were expecting what was supposed to be the best thing in your's and Dally's lives. Nothing felt like it used to, and it was becoming harder and harder to live like this. 

It was around 5:30 pm and you had just gotten off of work. A friend had given you a ride to work this morning because your car was having issues and you had yet to take it somewhere to be fixed. Unfortunately, your friend had forgotten to pick you up from your shift, which ended at 5:00. When she never showed up, you just decided to walk home. Normally you wouldn't do this because you knew better, but the diner was so close to your house, you didn't think anything could go wrong in such a short amount of time. You were wrong though. 

As you were walking down the street, you heard the sound of an engine revving behind you. You rolled your eyes, knowing exactly who it was, but continued walking. Not many people knew you were pregnant, only a few close friends, the gang, and of course Dally. You weren't very far along, so you were only just now beginning to show even the slightest bit. Suddenly, the engine stopped and the sound of car doors slamming filled your ears. You didn't have a blade on you, because you practically never walked anywhere like you had before. There was a tap on your shoulder, but you refused to turn around. You continued walking, until there were two sets of hands grabbing you, one covering your mouth so you couldn't scream for help, and one grabbing you by the waist and pulling you backwards. You flailed your arms around trying to hit them, but it wasn't very effective. 

Both pairs of hands had let go of you and thrown you into a patch of grass in a back alley. "Get the hell away from me!" You yelled, as you got a good look at the people who grabbed you; they were Socs. At this point, you weren't worried about yourself, you were worried about the life that was inside of you, depending on you. "Shut up!" One of them yelled, pushing you further into the grass, so you were laying flat on your back. One began to pin down, while the other got out his switchblade. He began to run it down your cheek, causing you to let out a blood curling scream. "I said shut up!" The one pinning you down yelled, slamming your head into the ground. The boy with the knife started to cut your shirt, starting at the neckline, when a truck's engine could be heard coming in that direction. The two boys immediately got off of you and ran back to their car.

You sat up, grabbing your head, when you saw a worried looking Darry coming your way. "Darry?" You asked confused. "Yeah it's me. Did they do this to you?!" He asked in a furious tone, grabbing the side of your face and looking at your cut up cheek. You didn't respond, because he already knew the answer to that question. "C'mon, let's get you back to the house." He spoke, opening the passenger seat of his truck for you to get in.