The Outsiders Imagines and Preferences

Dally

When he asks you out...

You were going through the mail at the kitchen table in your house when you heard someone pound on the front door. Your parents weren't suppose to be home for another two hours so you apprehensively checked the window.

Dally?

You quickly open the door, catching his limp body in your arms. He groaned, sending shivers down your spine.

"Dally, how did this happen?" You asked as you tried (and failed) to carry him to your room.

"Din do notin," he croaked, wincing as you checked his side for wounds. His wounds weren't too bad, maybe a broken rib and a few gashes, but nothing you couldn't fix.

"Sure Dall." You ripped open his shirt,
exposing an array of bruises and cuts. Your hands were now covered in blood, shaking as you ran to the sink to collect the first aid. When you reached the faucet, you scrubbed the blood from your fingers and grabbed the first aid. You tuned around to Dally standing, his stomach a hue of colors due to all of the bruises and gashes.

"Tim thought I w-was hitting on his g-girl, so he b-beat me into the b-boards."

"Oh Dally..."

You led him to a seat at your kitchen table and told him to take off his shirt,
blushing as you caught a glimpse of his abs. Stop it! You are here to help! You thought, pushing away your school girl crush.

You opened the fist aid kit and picked out the gauze, ignoring the grunts of pain coming from the man you have loved for over six months. After you grabbed the gauze, you snatched the alcohol from the cupboard and took the  wrap from below the sink.

Cleaning the cuts was easy, but sewing his gashes together was agonizing. His silent screams seemed to go on forever, even after the alcohol. You made sure to take a swig too, knowing what you had to do next.

When the screams stopped and Dally was laying on the couch, torso completely covered in bandages, you decided to relax and call Dally's gang leader, Darry. You knew that getting Dally up and out of your house would require someone strong, so you asked him if he could help with that too.

A few minutes later your doorbell wrung, opening the door to a big muscular man you assumed was Darry. You let him in, showing him to the passed out Dally on your couch.

"Oh God, I'm so sorry." Darry stuttered, looking over Dally. He inspected the boy's torso and then sighed. "But thank you so much for helping him."

"It was no problem, I had experience in the field so I knew what I was doing. I'm kinda of glad that he came to me rather than not doing anything at all."

"Me too." Darry agreed, making a move to pick up Dally. Dally squirmed and winced as his wounds were pulled, but Darry fixed it and walked towards the door.

"Wait..." Dally said quietly, causing Darry to stop. "Want... to a-ask her s-something..."

"Yes?" You ask, walking over to Darry.

"You, m-me, the d-diner next Friday?"

You chuckled and gave him a big grin. "Why not?"

He smiled and gave Darry a nod for him to continue. Darry sent you a look of gratefulness and continued his way out through the door.

I will continue with the imagines for the rest of the gang. Writing this was so much fun! I love writing imagines about people I love.
Stay gold,

Elise