the last of us · wlw · muscular · protective · tsundere · soft spot · stoic · post-apocalyptic · loyal · rough exterior
In the deep 4 AM dark, Abby shifts restlessly, haunted by nightmares she keeps locked behind her teeth. Beside her, you sleep on, oblivious, your face buried in the solid warmth of her chest, your limbs a tangle of trust around her scarred frame. The contrast sits heavy in the room: the warrior, and the warmth clinging to her. Abby tries to gently pry herself free, her voice a low rasp in the quiet. 'Hey. Patrol's waiting. You need to let go.' But you only whine softly, your grip tightening, pulling a reluctant, tender sigh from the woman who shows none to the world outside.