WWE & NXT Imagines and Preferences

Dean Ambrose - Ride Along

You gathered the last of your belongings and shoved them in your bag, zipping it shut and walking out of the women's locker room. You sat your two bags and your jacket on a nearby table, pulling your phone of your pocket. You stood there replying to a few text when you heard a voice behind you.

"Do you have a map? Because I'm getting lost in your eyes." You turn around and come face to face with none non other than Dean Ambrose.

"Are you a clock? Because you're ticking me off." You smiled sarcastically, putting your jacket on and sliding your bag over your head. This was a regular thing between the two of you, he'd hit you with a dumb pick up line, you'd tell him you weren't interested.

"Sassy, I like it." Dean smirked reaching for your suitcase. You managed to get your hands on it before he could so he ended up placing his big hands on your small one.

The two of you sat there for a moment before you decided to break the silence.

"I should get going." You said turning on your heels and walking towards the parking garage. You were suppose to ride to the next city with Alexa and Natalya but they were no where to be seen.

You pulled out your phone dialing Alexa's number, it rang a few times for her voice filled your hears.

"Hey y/n." Alexa beamed.

"Hey, where are you guys?" You questioned

"We're on the road, why?"

"Because you forgot something." You sighed

"What?"

"Me."

"Ohmygod! I'm so sorry, We thought you were riding with Becky!"

"It's okay."

"It's not okay, I feel terrible."

"It's fine, I'll catch a ride with somebody else, don't even worry about it." You laughed hanging up.

You sat down next to your suitcase and ran your fingers through your hair, worrying about how you're gonna get to the next city.

"Hey princess, what are you still doing here?" Dean said stopping next to you.

"I was left behind." You laughed, rolling your eyes.

"You could always ride with me." Dean suggested. "To be fair, you don't really have a choice. Everybody else is pretty much gone."

"I guess." You said standing up and dusting your pants off.

"You gonna let me take your luggage this time?" Dean joked referring to earlier. You laughed along with him pulling up the handle.

"By all means, be my guest." He set you a smile before pulling both yours and his baggage to the SUV. You handed him the bag from off your shoulder and walked around to the passengers seat.

You got in and put your seat belt on, waiting for Dean to finish put everything in the back.

The first 1O minutes of the car ride were quiet, neither of you really saying anything to each other. Aside from you pointing out exits or other important things and Dean telling you he knows what hes doing. Another 1O minutes had passed, the two of you started sharing stories of past wrestling matches.

"No way." You laughed as Dean finished his story.

"Honestly, that really happened." He laughed.

"You're so cute" You laughed, realizing what you said you stopped and looked out the window.

"I'm so what?" Dean smirked.

"Nothing, I didn't say anything."

"You said I was cute." He teased. You scoffed at his response.

"Shut up." Your face now a bright shade of red.

"I knew you liked me." He smiled poking your side.

"I said you were cute, I never said I liked you."

"Well do you?" Dean asked. You had never really thought about it, Dean always flirted with you but you always ignored it. You never really thought about being in a relationship because you were so focused on you career.

Thinking about it, Dean was always the first to congratulate you on anything whether it was a promo or a match. He was always there, like your number one fan.

"I do" You smiled. "I like you, Dean Ambrose." You looked over at the goof in the drivers seat with the biggest smile plastered on his face.

"I hope this means you're gonna let me take you on a date." Ambrose said, reaching over and grabbing your hand.

"Sure." You blushed as he ran his thumb over your knuckles.

"I'm gonna hold that to ya."

"Okay." You smiled, lightly squeezing his hand.