Red Dead Redemption II Preferences and Oneshots

Dutch Van der Linde: For the Best Part 2

Dutch Van der Linde X Female Reader

Summary: Dutch wants to make amends.

Word Count: 4200

18 months have passed since you left the camp, since Dutch sent you away. Your child was now nine months old. You hadn't heard from Dutch since that one letter that he left on your doorstep, apologising for what he did. However, he did still leave you money every month, making sure to leave extra if he thought that he wouldn't have time to drop by with more money. He always left you enough to make sure that you were comfortable.

But you hadn't actually seen or spoken to Dutch since you left the camp. You still kept in touch with Arthur, sending letters back and forth occasionally. He never really gave you too much information about the gang, just enough to assure you that they were all fine and keeping you up to date on anything important, but Arthur mostly asked about your child.

You bounce your child on your hip and stick your tongue out at them, making them laugh as they tugged on your shirt excitedly.

Your attention was then caught by a knock at the front door. You sighed as you placed your daughter down in her cot, pressing a sweet kiss on the top of her head and assuring her that you will be back soon before walking over to the front door.

You fixed your hair and straightened out your clothes before pulling the door open, only to completely freeze at the familiar face. Honestly, you felt a little lightheaded when you saw who was standing on the other side of the door.

"Hello, Y/N" Dutch greeted you, clearly he felt awkward but you just about managed to hear what he was saying in the first place.

You were finding it hard to speak but you somehow managed to find the words. "What are you doing here?" you asked. You weren't going to play nice, tell him you missed him and asked him how he had been doing. No, you just wanted to know what he wanted from you.

"No 'hello'?" he asked, tilting his head to the side.

"I don't know if you deserve one..." you shrugged, shifting your weight onto your other foot. You were tempted to just shut the door in his face.

"Well, I definitely deserve that" Dutch sighed, hanging his head and staring down at the ground.

"So, I'll ask again. What are you doing here?" you asked.

"Do you know that Arthur knows more about my child than I do?" he asked you, looking up to meet your gaze again.

"Yeah I do. That would be because he actually asks, he kept in touch" you shrugged. You didn't feel bad about telling Arthur more than you told Dutch. Arthur asked, Dutch didn't. Dutch lost the right to make you feel guilty when you he kicked you out of the camp.

"But he didn't fund you, he didn't give you financial support" Dutch reminded you and you instantly wanted to slap him.

"Money? Is that why you're here? Well, don't worry about it, you'll get your money back. I have arranged for people to watch my child while I work, I'm searching for a job. I'll pay you back as soon as I can. The last thing I want is to be in your debt" you scoffed. You tried to close the door but Dutch placed his hand on it, pushing it open again.

"I don't want the money back. That was for you and our child. All I'm saying is that I deserve to know more than Arthur" he sighed, trying to explain himself a little better.

"You had that chance, Dutch. You didn't want it...but now Arthur is making you look bad, right? So you want to fix your image. Well, i'm not interested in helping" you shook your head.