I found you (reader x abraham)
A/N: Because Baberaham was my favorite and made me cry more than Glenn, that’s why. Just hunting down the gifs brought me to tears, oh bitch nuts...
Warnings: Angst
You made your way to a new sanctuary, some place that was populated by humans and surely much more safe than the outside lands you had spend time with scavenging. You wanted to smile to be able to reunite yourself with living, talking and thinking beings, the walking dead bodies that did nothing more than groaned and hissed while you passed them, incapable of keeping up a conversation and not to mention how they answered to questions.
You had seen enough of the outside and were in need of finding your place, hopefully from the inside of those said walls before you. You had met others, far from now, but ended up alone and kept that way as people you encountered seemed rather wicked and dangerous, murderous if you may say so yourself and avoided company.
The walls before you circled a huge tall building that was visible even when standing close to the gates. You hit the surface of the walls, loud bangs echoing from the walls and you shouted, ”I can hear you!” to make it clear to them that pretending to not be there wasn’t an option. You had heard their voices, the soft mumbling of conversations and waited patiently for someone to open up.
You were let in after awhile. An older man that first came over the wall declined letting you in, you didn’t have anything else besides your blade, not even a gun, but then a young woman, with short brown hair and a warm smile approached you and welcomed you in. She introduced herself as Maggie and lead you to the Hilltop they called the place.
Maggie was nice enough to show you around, give you a tour and kept Gregory, the older man, away. She asked you questions such as where you came from and what you had done, how many people and walkers, as she called the deads, you had killed. You told her you had lost the count on the dead, but only around five human had you killed. All of them already near dead before you had mercy on them by ending their lives.
You two stopped right beside a house on the dirt with two crosses stick out of the ground. ”I have to say that it ain’t that safe staying.” Maggie said, her eyes on one of the crosses. She told you about the saviors and how she, aside from the people in Alexandria, were ready for a war against a group of Saviors that had killed some of their family. Maggie looked at the cross. ”They took away my husband.” her eyes watered. ”And my friend, Abraham.” Abraham, your beloved friend that you had been hunting down for as long as the dead started to walk. Here you were, finally had you found him, but too late.
You kneeled next to the cross and sobbed “I found you.”
