TLKOE x reader (insert)

"Man, I had no idea you were so good at driving!" Jack said as he walked beside Y/N down the street. Each teenager was holding an empty gas canister to fill and bring back to the treehouse. They had changed clothes and Jack had gotten a new shirt on before they left.

"Thanks, my dad taught me a while back, obviously I'm not old enough to legally drive but he still taught me when we went of vacation one year! It was a large empty field people typically used for camping or parties and was relatively secluded. We spent at least 2 days every time we would vacation there to teach me new skills." Y/N smiled at the memories. They shook their head, sighing as the sorrow returned with the fact their parents had to leave without them when the apocalypse started.

Jack nodded. Though he didn't have a family of his own, hearing the stories Y/N would tell about happy experiences with theirs made him smile.

"Hey look! A gas station we haven't blown up yet!" Y/N pointed forward.

"Yes!" Jack laughed.

The two ran up to the gas pump still in the tank of a SUV and started filling up the canisters. As Y/N filled up the canisters, Jack hopped into the driver seat of the SUV. He grabbed the air freshener, commenting about how he needed to smell his best and something about free cologne to the drone he had brought along. Y/N wasn't paying attention.

"Are you sure you can breath better now Jack? I just don't want you to hurt yourself, you understand the danger in that right?" Y/N looked up at Jack, quickly forgetting about the gas and panicking when it began to overflow. They quickly switched the canisters.

Jack chuckled a bit and assured Y/N he was just fine.

"Are you sure? That impact could have really damaged your ribs and wearing a binder with damaged ribs can only hurt them more!" Y/N protested. Jack sighed.

"Alright, I'll take it off as soon as we get back to the tree house." Jack said, knowing Y/N was too stubborn to let up on the topic, as well as he had made a promise to Y/N. When he was unable to get his hands on a binder due to his foster family not wanting to "waste money", Y/N convinced their parents to buy one for him and take him to get his hair cut. In order to get it, he had to learn the rules of binding and listen when Y/N voiced concerns.

"Thank you." Y/N sighed with relief. Jack turned back and began to sift through the car. When he pulled down the sun guard, a picture of a family fell out and into his lap. He picked up the photo, reading the back aloud.

"Blake family reunion. Love you guys." Was written. Jack sighed and looked at the photo sadly. He sat on the step into the door near where Y/N was crouched, watching the gasoline fill the second canister.

"Those people in the picture," he handed the photo to Y/N. They took it and sadly understood Jack's sudden mood change. "I envy them."

"Even though they're probably zombies by now." Y/N pointed out.

"At least they had a chance to be a family, a real family." Jack continued, slumping down to the ground and pulling his knees to his chest. "I never had that. Although, now, with Quint, and Dirk, and you..."

He trailed off, looking down at the ground.

"Hey, you may not know your biological family, but you have your friends, and we are here for you." Y/N placed a hand on his shoulder. Jack smiled up at them.

"Thanks... oh," Jack spotted the drone hovering in front of them. "Remind me to edit out all this emotional stuff later.. and hey. Don't tell the guys about this. Please. I don't want them to focus on my whole family issues."

Y/N nodded, agreeing to keep his secret. They turned back to the canister just as it finished filling up and took out the pump, returning to its proper place. They then closed the cap on the canister and stood up, lifting both heavy cans.