TLKOE x reader (insert)

Jack started up the car and everyone buckled their seatbelts, ready to go looking for June. The streets were relatively empty aside from a few groaning zombies.

"June? Are you out there?" Jack shouted into a megaphone, "It is I! Jack Sullivan! Post-apocalyptic action hero, come to rescue you!"

Y/N sighed, he was going to attract unwanted attention with that thing, they knew it.

"Hmm, something's not right." Jack put down the megaphone and looked at the road a bit puzzled.

Quint started rapidly asking questions as Jack answered no and Y/N shrugged and leaned back in the seat.

"Music!" They both said together. Y/N chuckled a bit.

"We need some cool, man-on-a-mission, searching-for-June music." Jack began to flip through the channels on the radio. Miraculously they worked as the radio station had planned months ahead with the airing of their songs and had them on auto-air with the assistance of the emergency electricity, which was quickly dwindling. Finally, Jack settled on a decent rock song. As he began to bop his head, Quint looked up over the dash and panicked, Y/N doing the same.

"Jack! Look out!" Y/N shouted, sitting up and grabbing the seats in front of them.

Jack swerved hard as something or someone walked out from behind a car. Jack hit the breaks as soon as the car slowed and Quint and Y/N whipped their heads around to see what Jack had nearly plowed through.

"Was that a monster or a person?" Jack asked as he looked in the rear-view mirror.

"Both." Quint whispered.

"It's Dirk Savage." Y/N said, moving to the side so Jack could see.

"Mother of crudballs! He's alive!" Jack quickly unbuckled his seatbelt. At the sound, Y/N turned and grabbed his arm.

"What are you doing?!" They asked frantically, remembering the group's last encounter with the large boy.

"Little friendly chitchat." Jack smiled. He then patted Y/N's hand and opened the car door. Y/N insisted he remain in the car but Jack lightly pulled his arm away and Y/N hesitantly let go.

"We can't leave him, he's a survivor, like us." Jack told his friends. Y/N and Quint exchanged a nervous look. Quint then pouted at Jack.

"Fine! But if he kills you, it's your funeral." He huffed. Jack rolled his eyes with a smirk and slumped out of the truck. Y/N and Quint watched anxiously from the truck as Jack approached Dirk.

They exchanged a harsh glance before Jack said something the two couldn't hear. Suddenly, Dirk began running towards him like a tank on a war-path. Y/N was about to jump out of the truck when Quint grabbed their arm and pointed up through the front window.

A winged wretch was diving straight for the pair in the street. Y/N and Quint turned to see Dirk pointing out the monster to Jack before it swooped down, claws extended. Dirk leapt forward, pushing Jack out of the way and grabbing the creature by its ankles. Y/N, Jack, and Quint watched in amazement as Dirk spun on his heels, using his great strength and the monster's momentum against it to spin it around and throw it straight into a building. Y/N and Quint gasped in unison.

The wretch shrieked and took off into the sky. Dirk dusted his hands off as if what he had done was barley a chore. He then turned to Jack and held his hands up, saying something the two in the truck again, couldn't hear.

"Woah." Y/N read Jack's lips as he watched the boy walk away towards another building and tear the aluminum pipe, releasing the water and letting it flow out, drinking from the stream. Y/N and Quint quickly jumped out of the truck and ran to ensure Jack was okay. Y/N helped him to his feet and Jack dusted himself off.