I’m Laying On The Other Side Of Abby You Just Can’t See Me Guys😇

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17 & 34!

17: name 3 things that make you happy

MUSIC, i would not be myself without it. my friends, they are my biggest supporters in my life. being able to spend time by myself.

34: any pet peeves?

i cannot STAND when people walk slow. i’ll be walking behind someone, their ankles? stepped on. and i don’t mean to, i just walk fast.

people complaining about any and everything. it bothers me so much. like, do you not find any joy in life at all? clearly you can’t complain about everything

Let The Light In

Abby Anderson x Fem Reader

Summary: Wanting some lovin’ from Abby after a rough day on patrol

Warnings: None basically, just pure fluff. Use of pet names (baby, love). Comfort. Reader cries briefly. Abby and reader are in an established relationship. Mentions of violence/infected. Lmk if I missed any!

A/N: Listen to Let The Light In by Lana Del Rey for the best experience while reading<3

It was a typical day. 

Socialize, go on patrol, worry about scars. At this point, you just wanted to go to your apartment and lie down. As much as this was needed, there were still a few more hours left of patrol around the WLF base. You had been assigned to patrol with Manny and a few others. 

When patrol was over, you raced to your apartment as fast as you could, crashing onto your bed and immediately settling into comfort. Abby still isn't home yet; she probably got stuck on her own assignment. You sigh and roll over, staring out the window—seeing the sunlight spill into the room. 

Summer was about to end—the days were getting shorter and shorter. The sun setting earlier in the upcoming days made you accept that winter would soon be starting. At the sheer mention of the cold, a shiver racks through your body. You shake it off and drag the comforter up to your chin.

The hours had begun to pass by slowly, almost painfully, while waiting for Abby to get back. All you want to do is curl up to her side while listening to her steady breathing. That's all a girl could wish for. 

Continuing to glance out of the window, you hear the door knob click and you sit up quickly. You look over at the door, a grin lighting up on your face, finally seeing that Abby was back. 

“Ugh, baby, finally you're home.” 

You look at her with a playful glare. Pretending to be mad at her, but as your eyes land on her face, all worries wash away from you. She glances at you perched on the bed, a soft smile spreading across her face, “I know love,” she sighs, “Patrol took longer than we thought it would.”

You look down at your hands, fidgeting with your fingers, “I missed you…”

She frowns and walks over to you, resting a hand on your cheek, tilting your head up to look at her. “I missed you too, I'm sorry I was late, but I'm here now.” 

You nod. Looking into her eyes, which seem softer than usual, but you're not complaining. Tearing up slightly, you look away swiftly so Abby can't tell, but she can always tell when something is wrong. 

“Hey… what’s wrong, love?” She frowns more, seeing your eyes well with tears. She's worried but doesn't want to cause you to panic.

“I just missed you today, and there were so many infected around—scars… I—I was worried we wouldn't get out in time.” Your heart races, and you start to feel an anxiety attack coming on. 

Abby holds your jaw in her hands, holding you steady, looking down at you softly but sternly. “It’s okay, baby, you're safe, I’m here, we’re both here.” 

She starts to rub your back lightly, knowing physical touch is what calms you down. 

“I know just what you need right now…” She smiles, with a slight smirk behind it. You look up at her, confused, raising your eyebrow. Abby just laughs faintly, lying you back down gently, lowering herself to lie down on top of you, putting her full weight on you. 

She can feel your heart rate slowing, as the tears stop as well. She reaches up and wipes the remaining tears off your reddened cheek, leaning down to plant a kiss on your forehead. 

This was what you had wanted all day while on patrol. To be in Abby's tight embrace, knowing you were safe and nothing could hurt you anymore. Nothing could ever hurt you here. 

You nuzzle your face into her neck, smelling pine and the faint scent of iron on her skin from dried blood after fighting off infected and scars. 

“Thank you, Abs…” You reach up, skimming your fingers over her shoulders, feeling them relaxed, which was not very often. 

“No need to thank me, you know I’d do anything for you.” You blush at her words, feeling shy under her gaze now. 

“Why do you always know the right things to say?” You smile lightly, looking between her eyes. 

“Because I'm perfect, duh.” She rolls her eyes playfully, flicking her braid over onto her other shoulder.

You shake your head, letting out a choked laugh. Reaching up to squish her cheeks gently. 

“I love you, Abs.” She looks down at you in awe, “I love you, too, doofus.”

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