Dallas Winston - 𝕀𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤/ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤

♡︎just a dream

A/N: vaguely off of Carrie Underwood's just a dream but not enough for it to be a song imagine.

I sat on the couch and read the letters that he had sent me. I read them every month for him and waited for him to come home.

Y/n,

Doll, the craziest thing happened. I was off duty and I was just laying in the bunks when I heard our song. It had just turned on the juke outside the room by itself. I miss you so damn much. I just wish I could come home, I love you so much. I'm sorry for all the pain I've put you through but just know that it's all worth it in the end. I love you.

- Dally

I smiled reading this one, it was my favorite. I wrote him back immediately after reading this and I cried with happy tears.

He was coming off tour in a couple days, and I was so excited. Finally, my man would be coming home and I could love him again, not from a distance.

I fell asleep reading letters and I woke up to a sudden knock on my door in the morning. I stumbled to the door and opened it and found two men in uniforms.

I smiled and greeted them and one cleared his throat. "Are you Dallas Winston's wife?" The other asked and I nodded and smiled thinking of my husband.

They handed me an envelope and I opened it, it must have been something like 'His tour was extended'. I ripped it opened at the door and I read it.

We are in deep sorrow to inform you that your husband has passed away in warfare.

I read those words and I opened my mouth and I immediately started to sob. "We are deeply sorry." The men said and turned around and left. I dropped to my knees and let out a loud sob. We lived across from the Curtis's house, I had been there frequently while he'd been gone. 

I just stayed on my knees and sobbed, my husband was dead. And I couldn't say goodbye, he left and he never came home. What was I supposed to do without him now? He was everything to me and now, in the blink of an eye, he's gone. 

Sodapop, Steve, and Darry walked out of the house for work. They noticed me sobbing at my doorstep and ran over quickly. Sodapop sat down next to me and rubbed my back. "Y/n, what's the matter?" He sweetly asked and I shakily pointed to the letter and Steve picked it up. Right now, Dally was supposed to be sitting here, holding me and telling me how it's gonna be okay and how much he loves me and knows everything will be better. But this time, it won't.

Steve read it and passed it to Soda to read it. Both of them were speechless. They didn't know what to say to me in a moment like this. Steve looked at Darry and shook his head.

"Dallas is dead."

Darry just stood in silence and shook his head. He didn't know what to say either, and he always knew what to say. I reached up for him and I pulled myself into him weakly and he just held me. "Darry, tell me this is just a dream, please, it needs to be!" I cried out and he squeezed me tighter, "I'm sorry smalls, I'm sorry." Was all he had to say. I cried even harder. What was I supposed to do without my rock?

They held a service for him, it was beautiful. The military paid for it and everything. Dallas died in Pakistan, when he was on the run from one base to another. He was shot dead point blank and they couldn't help him. His last letter was sent the day he died, I received it two days after the news broke.

Doll, 

I just wanted to tell you how much I miss you and how excited I am to come home to you. Since this is my last tour, I was thinking, and I can hear your voice already "Seriously Dal? In a letter?" But its been tearing at my mind for months now. Lets try for a baby, let's start a family and live like you always talked about before I went off. Lets talk about this more when I get home but please Doll, this means a lot to me. Let's try.

- Dallas

I cried even harder than before reading this. He really wanted to start a family, or else he wouldn't have mentioned it at all. But he never came home.

At the service, I gently walked up to his casket and placed the rose he preserved for me before he left, and I broke down. I broke down and stepped back and Darry pulled me in and I cried into his chest with my hands over my face. Everybody's faces were rock solid, they were too afraid to cry.

My husband died in action in the military. I miss him more than anything, and I don't think I'm ever gonna love somebody like I loved him ever again.