#twd abraham

[etclouie]

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 them + their opinions on hickeys

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 warnings: innuendo towards sex, hints at age gap (negan), mentions of giving and receiving hickeys

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 includes; Rick Grimes, Daryl Dixon, Negan Smith, Shane Walsh, Abraham Ford and Glenn Rhee (x fem!reader)

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*ੈ✩‧₊˚  rick - he’d like giving them rather than receiving, due to his role as leader he deems himself as someone who needs to look professional, even during the apocalypse. 

loves seeing his girlfriend covered in hickeys, and chuckles to himself as she attempts to cover them - especially in the summer months 

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ daryl - not the biggest fan of them, likes to keep the intimate details of his relationships a secret. he’ll give and receive them as long as they’re not visible. 

after awhile together though (say a year or two), he’ll grow more appreciative of them - as long as they’re still hidden. 

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ negan - a big fan of them, although he prefers giving them he’s not opposed to receiving them. if his girlfriend wants to put on a show of bossing him around, he’ll indulge, allowing her to mark him up a little

loves seeing his girlfriend covered in hickeys, will show them off too. let’s her walk around the sanctuary in whatever she wants, doing whatever she wants so if she interrupts a meeting to sit in his lap, he’s showing off the hickeys he painted her neck with 

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ shane - he likes them, sees them as a form of indication that you’re his. will happily mark you up; neck, chest, thighs, anywhere he can he will. 

he’s not the biggest fan of them on himself, but will wear them with pride if they’re visible over the neckline of his shirts

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ abraham - couldn’t care about them on himself, but adores seeing them on his girlfriend especially when she’s enthusiastic about having them

he’s okay with a couple on himself across his chest, but prefers giving them. likes seeing your neck and chest covered in them, shows him that he did good taking care of you

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ glenn - he’s 50/50 with them, depending on the place. if they’re somewhere that won’t be seen easily, he’s fine with them on himself, but if they’re above any neckline of his clothes he feels iffy. he sees it as a sign of displaying your intimacy with others. 

but with you however, he likes seeing your body covered in them - the neckline thing still applies, but doesn’t completely cloud his feelings with hickeys on you. 

requests are open here !

[abnormal-vacuum]

whats up guys. btw the white tulip represents forgiveness, respect and honor. because abraham is a man full of second chances and respect for his friends . so the white tulip is his flower. anyways.

[could-they-be-a-pro-wrestler]

One of the funniest things my sister has ever said is that when Abraham Ford was introduced in The Walking Dead, her first reaction was, “Is that Sheamus?”

For reference:

[skellys-selfships]

lil goldie and big red

[eccentricallygothic]

dude twd done destroyed my mental health with this shit. this was so fucking UNNECESSARY after the traumatic ass start to season 7

[yearningsailor]

Drawing ship art that no one asked for except high school aged me.

[deadweightwritings]

ON A PLAIN. TWD S6. [snippet]

ON A PLAIN - NIRVANA

TWD + Dixon!Reader [SEASON 6 E8 SPOILERS]

The grip on her dad’s waist loosened as they slowed down in the forest. Blinking to clear her vision, Kit realized she was weaker than she expected…more tired than she knew.

“Going down—Bailing—” She said, sliding off of the motorcycle and onto the woodland ground. THUMP.

“Kit, Jesus Christ!” Both of them were out of breath as Daryl joined her in the dirt.

“Dad, Jesus Christ.” Drawled from her mouth in mockery and he scoffed playfully. A growl next to them made them both jump and shriek quietly, but the helmet on the walker showed they were just fine lazing on the ground.

On their feet a few minutes later, Kit saw her dad wince and the crimson gushing out of his glove. She sighed, grabbing the pack strapped to back of her belt. Daryl tried, muttering and cussing to get the jacket off, and he did. Seeing the extent of his wound made her a little relieved, nothing but a gnarly scratch. Kit watched as the small bottle of alcohol contents dripped down his forearm and she bandaged it wet. Not the smartest idea, but shit, they didn’t have much of a choice.

“Jus’ fer now.” Afterward, they covered the bike in broken branches and leaves, knowing they couldn’t travel far right now. Hearing the familiar sound of a branch snap, Daryl motioned upward, for Kit to get in a tree as he stood guard with his crossbow. She twisted her pointer and middle fingers around each other at him, signaling: I’ll track you, promise. Her hands dragged her higher and higher in the tree, making barely any noise as she heard a solid THUNK. Her eyes looked down to see her dad unconscious and carried by a man, and two women. Welp, looks like tonight will be spent in a tree.

WHAT THE HELL AM I TRYING TO SAY?

The group heard a crack of tree bark and Kit swore more than a drunken sailor in her head. She held her breath, trying to blend into the branch she was balanced on. At dawn, she started tracking the people who nabbed her dad before dusk the day before. Not that she needed breadcrumbs, but Daryl stepped harder into the ground that he normally would, once he was awake. The others weren't exactly smart enough to be light on their feet. He, Dwight, switched his head back to Daryl, readjusting his aim with the handgun.

“You tell me, am I being stupid?” FWIP. An arrow shot and knocked the gun from his hand, and he stiffened, they all did. Kit dropped below from a tree, leaves crunching under her dirt crusted boots. Her next arrow aimed right at his forehead:

“Yea, if you think you gon’ shoot him n’ stay livin’ afterward.” He raised his hands up, the women following suit after him, Kit dropped her bow and arrow, fashioning the machete from her thigh holster.

“You really think some girl like you can take on us?” The shake in his voice made her tip the machete onto his neck, she pushed a little and he winced. Her hand swiped the bowie knife from her hip and handed it to her dad behind her back,

“Bitch, I’ve skinned rabbits wit bigger balls tha’ you.” Daryl went and swiped the gun from the ground next to him. The two women were shaking like two autumn leaves and Kit felt bad for them, and how naïve they were, at this moment.

“Yer gonna take us t’ where we can find this Patty. Move it.”

I LOVE MYSELF, BETTER THAN YOU.

Pulling the crossbow out of the duffel, Kit had already thrown a knife straight into the skull. She huffed, pulling her weapon out of the bone and looked back to see her dad staring blankly at the duffel.

The woman, Tina, had collapsed and the Dixon duo saw the opportunity. Daryl grabbed the handle of the large duffel, and grabbed Kit's forearm, sprinting out of the open area.

"HEY! WE NEED THAT!"

She saw a cooler with the label of “INSULIN – keep cool” on it and pinched between her eyes.

“Fucks sake, man.”  

The duffel bag was swung over Kit’s shoulder, machete in hand as they stalked to finally track and find the group of three.

“Drop the gun, drop it now!” Daryl ordered, lining up his arrow with his head as precaution. Lowering the gun, Kit held out her hand and said nothing. This man knew what to do either way and placed the gun in the young woman’s hand swiftly.

“What were you carvin’ earlier, huh?” Slowly reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a little statue wood carving.

“My grandfather taught me, I—”

“We don’ care.” Snatching it from him, Kit threw down the duffel bag full of medicine, and two finger saluted them.

“Good luck, yer gon’ need it.” The rumble of a vehicle approaching made Daryl grab Kit’s denim vest and yank her to the ground. Oh, c’mon. The back-and-forth conversation by the people in the car and the trio they just found made a pit form in Kit’s stomach. Something about their tone reminded her on the Claimers. Next thing she knew, they were booking it through the woods.

Oh look, it’s like this is every fucking day.

Shuffling behind a cage made of thick branches, Daryl and Kit broke off from the trio. They spotted a walker stuck, slightly covered by the greenery, but enough to cause damage to anyone who got close. Daryl went forward, rustling the branches in front of them to draw the guy’s attention, and booyah, the fucker got bit.

“Wade! I’ve been bit, Wade!” If he isn’t killed soon, another fucking herd of walkers will hear him. The guy, Wade, she assumed appeared next to him, seeing the bite on his arm. He wraps something around the dude’s upper arm, and Kit is reminded instantly of Merle.

“Ah, don’t hurt tha’ bad, honey. Can’t be a bitch, n’ order t’ go through wit it!” Shaking her head as the piercing scream and the SHING of a blade echoed through the woods. As they retreated so did the Dixon’s and the trio. They followed them to a charred down house, skeptical but still wanting to know who they were. One of the women, Tina, broke down seeing two of the people she knew, dead and burnt on the ground surrounded by glass.

Kit stood a few feet away from her, constantly eyeing her dad and the other man. A shout broke her away from her gaze and the walker broke out, gnawing on Tina’s throat.

“Shit!” She yelled, chucking herself to the ground and slashed the walker across the brain. Blood shot up into her eyes and she grimaced at the well-known feeling. Honey threw herself at Tina’s body as Kit rolled to her side, away from them and exhaled through her teeth noisily.

“Can’t ever be peaceful, huh?” She muttered as Daryl lifted her to her feet, hearing Honey sob behind them. Daryl was helping the man dig Tina’s grave as Kit sat on her ass, hand on her machete, while the other had two knives nestles between her fingers. He caught his kid’s eye, and she held up three fingers to him:

“How many walkers have you killed?” “A lot…two dozen at the least.” “How many people have you killed?” “None?” “Why?” “Why didn’t I kill someone? It’s not something you come back from.” Kit scoffed at that.

Daryl eventually convinced them to come to Alexandria, Kit could laugh at how Aaron had made him still take up the job in this circumstance. She followed behind her dad, machete at her side as she helped him lift up the motorcycle. They both heard a click behind their backs. Kit struggled not to audibly groan.

God, we can’t have shit in D.C.

The Dixon’s merely turned around, unfazed by their threat. Kit glaring at the two, but mainly Dwight in front of them, holding the gun.

“Give her the crossbow, machete, bow and arrows.” Neither of them moved. The man shifted his gun to Kit’s head and Daryl flinched,

“Give her the weapons or she dies.” The young woman, covered in dirt, oil, human and walker blood almost burst out cackling.

“Honey, it’s kill, or be killed.” Merle’s voice echoed in her ear, seeing him leant up against a tree trunk in the distance behind the barrel of the gun.

“An’ the only thing that kills a Dixon, is a Dixon, missy.” A gunshot rang out next to Kit’s head and Merle disappeared from her view. Both of them barely moved at the action and the noise that followed. A hand swiped a pistol from under their shirt. BANG. BANG.

Kit shot them both, point blank, in the head. Daryl stood still, taking a moment to look at his daughter.

I KNOW IT’S WRONG, SO WHAT SHOULD I DO?

“Kit—”

“Tha’ walker wit the helmet…gotta be another ride ‘round here. Gotta find Abraham n’ Sasha.” She motioned with her head to follow, spit on the ground and shuffled past him and the bodies she just shot.

That walker on the ground was still moving, moaning and growling, the thing was practically a black skeleton and had more life than Kit felt she had. Her boots stepped on something that made a metallic CLANG, she scuffed her boot on it, then reached down to wipe the dirt off.

“Patty’s Fuel Company…Found ‘em.” A silent trek later, the duo scored a massive truck. No walker booby traps, or bullshit strings attached to it. Before Kit opened the driver’s door, Daryl grabbed her shoulder.

“Kit—”

“‘M fine.”

“Kit, you just—”

“They’d ‘ave killed us both. We can’t be takin’ chances. Not anymore, not after we give 'em a choice too.” Whipping her arm out of his hold, she threw open the door, seeing the dead driver try to claw at her. Daryl barged in front of her and drove his knife in its head. They met eyes and Daryl motioned for her to get in the truck, she hopped up and slid over, taking her pistol in her hand as she looked out the windshield. There was un-needed tension between the father and daughter, and it softened when they were on the road and Kit pulled a pen out of her inner jacket pocket. Clicking it, she opened the side of her vest:

I I

The tally marks laid next to a dozen other tallies on the denim inside. Kit sighed heavily through her nose, clicking the pen and shoving it back in the pocket. Daryl caught her movements and breathed through his teeth,

“You ain’t gonna turn cold on me, Kit?” You ain’t gonna shut down on me, right? You ain’t gonna stop in the middle of the end of the world, Kit?

“No, sir.” Kit smacked her thigh with her fist a few times, her face twitched as she fiddled with the pistol. She swiped at the edge of her nose.

“Ain’t never gonna switch up on you.”

I’M ON A PLAIN, I CAN’T COMPLAIN.   

“Daryl.” “Dad.” “I see ‘em.” Kit furrowed her eyebrows, holding up her pistol at the people in the road, blocking them.

“End o’ the world, n’ there’s fuckin’ biker gangs still?” Abraham chuckled at her statement,

“What in the holy shit?” The car pulled to a halt, brakes squeaking, and Kit felt sweat run down the back of her neck.

“Why don’t you come out? Join us in the road?” Nobody could hear a pin drop in the truck as the hum of the engine filled the space.

“If you wanna try something, it’s your choice. But we will end your asses, split you right in two, so c’mon.” The man waved his hand, beckoning them to come out.

“Dad just run him over.” Kit muttered, barely moving her lips as she stared forward through the dirty windshield.

“Can’t.” Kit blinked a few times, trying to understand the fuckin’ shit show day she’s had, that kept getting better n’ better. Abraham and Daryl opened the car doors, Sasha and Kit shuffling out on their respective sides:

“I already killed 2 people today, what’s a couple more?” She whispered, tucking her gun into her belt, but placed her palm around the handle of her machete.

“Alright! Step two and turn in your weapons?” Nah, you buggin’. Daryl now furrowed his brows,

“Why should we?”

“They don’t belong to you?”

“What?” “What?” Seethed out Abraham and Kit in sync her shoulder tensing.  

“See…your weapons, your truck, the fuel, mints in the compartment, porn under the seats, the seats themselves, the little stash of napkins on the dash…they’re no longer yours.”

“Who’s are they?” Sasha questioned darkly.

“Your property, now belongs to, Negan.”    

I’M ON A PLAIN, I CAN’T COMPLAIN.   

[bobsburgersfan17]

Okay, hi, I literally LOVE YOU. I use your bots like 99% of the time. I saw that you take requests for all characters and was wondering if you'd maybe do an Abraham one? He's so underrated and there are barely any bots of him!

omg i love u sm thank u

i had hoco this weekend and also just didn't feel like making bots so my requests are starting to stack up but i have it hereee

i wrote this scenario in like 8 minutes so i hope it's not too bad🤦‍♀️🤷‍♀️

[etclouie]

kinktober day three - car sex

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 summary: after a run goes on longer than expected, you and your boyfriend find a way to pass the time (Abraham Ford x fem!reader)

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 setting: alexandria before the saviours

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 warnings: smut with little to no plot, unprotected sex, mentions of two previous orgasms (reader), pussy slap (with dick), cumming inside, possibly ooc abraham, soft!abraham, kinda praise kink??, uh i think that's it, lmk if i missed any !

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 word count: 825

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 a/n: can you tell i don’t know how to finish it off properly😪

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you were supposed to be going out on a supply run with Abraham, but of course, close proximity with your boyfriend only led to one thing. 

in the backseat of the car you’d borrowed for your run, he had you on your back and your legs already shaking from the two previous orgasms he pulled from you. 

sitting on his knees between your legs as his left hand worked along his cock, watching him through hooded eyes before gasping loudly as he tapped the head of his cock against your clit. 

hearing that familiar chuckle push past his lips while he swiped the head of himself through your slick, dropping his head to the crook of your neck as he slowly pushed into you. his voice hoarse and his hands on your hips as he murmured out. 

“jesus, baby”

walls fluttering around his cock as he sat sheathed inside your warmth, his breath hitching and the exhale hitting your warm skin. your arms wrapped tightly around his neck while he pulled your legs around his hips, pushing his cock deeper than before. 

listening as he cooed in response to the whines spilling from your lips, tilting his head to kiss across your jaw before capturing your lips again. hands soothing along your thighs as he readied himself to start fucking into you. 

his hands resting on your hips as he sat up properly, watching him through hooded eyes while nodding. his hips pulling back and withdrawing his cock from you before thrusting back in, drawing moans from your lips as his pace started steadily. 

arms tightening around his neck and your cheek pressed against his, moans pushing out as his hips slapped against yours. the sounds of skin slapping against skin filling the confined space while his pace sped up, cautiously soothing his hands along your thighs and down to your hips. 

a chuckle leaving him at the sound of your soft moans, walls fluttering around him and his lips pressing against yours in a chaste kiss. 

whining against his lips as that familiar coil tightened in your stomach, heat flooding your body and a tinge of embarrassment filling inside. he must’ve noticed the subtle embarrassed look in your eyes, because his thrusts were calmer and his arms moved to bracket your head. his chest pressed against yours and his breath fanning across your face as he spoke. 

“hey hey, it’s okay. it’s okay baby, you gonna cum f’me?”

nodding shakily in response to his question, and earning a hum of approval. his arms remaining around your head as his hips continued more softer against yours, his cock hitting that one spot that would normally send you over the edge in seconds, but wanting to hold out a little longer for him. 

“let go sweetheart, it’s okay. shh, it’s okay, cum f’me. i’ve got you” 

the gentle praise had you toppling over the edge, in your opinion, embarrassingly fast. he continued cooing in your ear as your walls clamped down around him, climax hitting and your legs growing shaky around him. 

your body growing light and vision going fuzzy, feeling the light touch’s of his hand on your face and his thumb soothing across your cheek. 

his hips continuing to rock into yours, your wetness coating his cock and easing his thrusts, his voice soft as he cooed and kissed away your whines. 

“doing so well f’me sweetheart, i’m almost there, gonna let me cum inside you?”

the prospect of him cumming inside you had you clenching around him, an amused chuckle leaving him while he sat up on his knees again, big hands soothing along your thighs and pulling your legs tighter around his hips. thrusts keeping their steady pace before he was groaning loudly, watching him through half-lidded eyes and seeing his face knitted together in pleasure. babbling out softly, and having it go almost unheard from him. 

“cum inside me Abe”

his cock throbbing inside you was signal enough that he was on the edge, whining with every withdrawal of his hips and moaning as he pushed back in. hands reaching out for him to pull him closer, the act intimate as he drew even closer to his release. 

despite just sitting up to get a better angle at your cunt, he was at your mercy, blanketing your body either his and allowing you to wrap your arms around his neck. fingers threading through his hair and pulling him into a kiss, moaning into the kiss as he stilled completely. 

he was groaning at the feeling of your warmth, and the fluttering of your overworked cunt. a soft kiss pressed to the corner of his lips had him toppling over the edge, more moans leaving you as his release spilled deep into you. rope after rope shooting deep inside, his lips pressing against yours. eyes meeting his, and laughing softly at the satisfied smirk on his face. 

“done so good f’me sweetheart”

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[incertaepersonae]

Ain't nobody has a pet tiger in the middle of the apocalypse. Ain't no way... Nah

As if the first episode of the seventh season wasn't FULL OF SHIT with the deaths..

And where's my boy Daryl.

[dixonsgirl93]

TWD men as “I’ll protect her” vs “Touch her and I’ll kill you”

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𝓘’𝓵𝓵 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓬𝓽 𝓱𝓮𝓻

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𝕿𝖔𝖚𝖈𝖍 𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕴’𝖑𝖑 𝖐𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖞𝖔𝖚

[b3ans0up]

What about them negan.

[skellys-selfships]

yearning😭

[eccentricallygothic]

not to be a slut but my eyes and heart were crying for glenn and abe but my pussy was crying for negan and simon

[favorite-characters]

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