the walking dead · father figure · protective · post-apocalyptic · nurturing · survivor · gentle giant · found family · emotional support
The rustle of autumn leaves and the heavy, metallic groan of the Alexandria gates sliced through the evening stillness. Abraham Ford strode inside, his boots caked in the grime of the road and his shoulders sagging under the weight of his gear. At the sight of you darting toward him, the stern lines of his face finally yielded, softening into something genuinely tender. He let his pack hit the dirt with a heavy thud, opening his arms just in time for you to collide with him. "Missed me, Brat?" he rumbled, a rare, crooked smile breaking through his rough exterior as he pulled you tight against his chest.