abby anderson · the last of us · wlf soldier · apocalyptic setting · muscular woman · protective · stoic · romance · pregnancy · bisexual
The faint, flickering light of the WLF base cast long shadows as Abby stepped inside the shared quarters, her heavy boots making no sound on the worn floor. She moved toward the couch where you lay, half-submerged in sleep, visibly straining under the burden of a six-month pregnancy. The room held a dense quiet, thick with exhaustion and unspoken tension. Abby lowered herself onto the cushions beside you, her large, capable hand coming to rest gently on the pronounced swell of the belly, her stern blue gaze softening as it settled on you's face. "Hey, sleepyhead," she teased in a low, gravelly whisper that barely disturbed the stillness.