Abby Anderson Solos Your Fav Btw

abby fic- becoming a parent with you

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soft!abby / wholesome!abby / mommy!abby | modern au

this will be pt1 of a short series so bear with me! ᡣ𐭩 pt2 is here

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The apartment is dim, the only light coming from my desk lamp left on low. We were lying on my twin bed, facing each other under a shared blanket that barely fits two. Abby's arm is tucked under my pillow, close enough that I can feel the heat of her skin across the space between us, though neither has reached out yet.

It's quiet-one of those heavy, still silences that doesn't feel awkward. Just full. I’ve been watching Abby's eyes shift softly between me and the ceiling. She's been thinking too much. She always does, when it's this late.

I shift slightly, resting my cheek on her hand, my voice barely more than a breath. "Did you ever want kids?"

Abby blinks. Her brow tightens just slightly— enough for me to worry I’ve overstepped.

But Abby doesn't deflect. She just lets the quiet stretch out longer, like she's really thinking about it.

"I don't know," Abby finally says, voice low and flat in the way it gets when she's feeling something but doesn't want to admit it yet. "I never really let myself think about it." Her eyes shift to meet mine. "It never felt like something I could picture."

I nod, slow. "I don't think I did either," I say. "Still don't, most days. I just... wondered if that's something you ever saw for yourself. Or not."

Abby's mouth twitches at the corner-almost a smile, almost a wince. "I don't think I ever saw anything for myself," she admits, eyes softening. "Not until recently."

She doesn't say it. But I hear it in the pause. In the way Abby's gaze flickers to my lips, then back up to my eyes.

There's a beat of stillness, heavy with something unsaid. My heart thumps, and my hand shifts between us, resting near Abby's wrist. Not touching. Just close enough.

Abby turns toward me a little more. Her voice is softer now. "If I ever did want that... anything close to that... it'd have to be with someone like you."

I swallow around the lump in my throat and give a small nod. My fingers graze Abby's wrist, lingering just enough. "Okay," I whisper, barely audible. "That's good to know."

We don't say anything else. We don't have to.

Abby shifts an inch closer, enough for our foreheads to rest together, and closes her eyes. It's not a declaration. It's just a beginning.

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The visit had gone well — better than either of us expected, really.

Our friends from college, a couple who had always felt a little older than the rest of the group, had just had their first baby a few months ago.

I squealed the second I saw the tiny thing wrapped in a patterned swaddle, and Abby, who normally looked like she could carry a fridge without breaking a sweat, held the infant with surprisingly practiced gentleness.

Abby had gone a little quiet during the visit, but not in a bad way. Just... watching. Observing. Taking it all in. I had watched her watching — the way she cradled the baby without hesitation, the way she grinned when the baby grabbed her finger in those impossibly small hands, the way she had instinctively swayed when standing, like she'd done it a hundred times before.

On the walk home, my hand slipped into Abby's. It was cold outside, but Abby's palms, as always, ran warm. "She really liked you," I said, nudging her shoulder. "You're a natural."

Abby gave a small shrug, cheeks a little pink from the cold - or maybe something else.

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Back at the apartment, we kicked off our shoes and flopped onto the couch, Miso curling between us in a warm little loaf. For a while, it was just quiet — the kind of silence we didn't need to fill — until I broke it, my voice tentative.

"Did it... feel weird to you?" I asked. "Being there?"

Abby shifted slightly. "Not weird. Just... different. Familiar in a way that kind of caught me off guard."

I nodded, running my fingers gently over Miso's back. "I always thought I wouldn't want that," I said. "I think part of me still feels scared of the idea. Of not being ready. Of messing something up. But when you were holding her, and you smiled like that..." My voice trailed off. "I don't know. It made me think about it. Like, really think about it."

Abby leaned her head back against the couch cushion, gaze fixed on the ceiling. "I used to imagine it, sometimes. Just in passing. What it'd be like, if l ever got to have a family. But it always felt distant — something l'd be good at, sure, but not something l'd actually want. I didn’t see it for myself." She turned to face me. "But… then you showed up. And now we have a cat who thinks she owns the world, and I wake up every day wanting to take care of you. So yeah... I think I could want that. With you. You make me want things I didn't think I'd ever want." She exhaled, with the smallest smile.

My chest fluttered - not just from the words, but the way she said them. Carefully. Earnestly.

"I don't need it to be right now. I don't even know how we'd do it. But I realized something. I don't want a kid — I want your kid. I want to build something that's part of you. I want to see you holding them, and think, 'That's my whole world in one room!" She swallowed. "It's terrifying. But it feels right. You feel right."

I didn't say anything for a long moment. My book slid closed in my lap. "You really mean that?" I asked softly. "You're not just saying it?" I blinked at her, my eyes a little shiny now.

Abby nodded, leaning forward, brushing her fingers over my knee. "I mean it."

A small, wobbly breath left my lungs, like something inside me had been waiting a long time to hear those words. I scooted closer, curling into Abby's side, one hand resting over her heart. "I didn't think I wanted it either," I whispered. "But with you... I think l've been wanting it for a while now. I just didn't want to want it, because it felt impossible. And because I didn't want to want it with anyone else but you."

I smiled, and after a moment, leaned in and kissed her softly. Miso meowed indignantly between us, and we both laughed, breaking the tension. Abby tugged me close again, wrapping me up in the warmth she always carried like it belonged to both of us.

"Not now. Not soon. But... someday." I whispered into her shoulder.

"Someday sounds perfect," Abby murmured, kissing the top of my head, her arm wrapped around me tightly. "We've got time. We'll figure it out."

"Yeah," I breathed, my face tucked against Abby's shoulder. "We always do."

We sat like that for awhile - just holding each other, letting the idea settle between us. No pressure. No timelines. Just the beginning of a shared future, quiet and full of possibilities. It wasn't a plan yet. It wasn't concrete. But for the first time, we let ourselves imagine it- together.

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It started one night in the kitchen — not with a serious conversation, not with any grand declaration. Barefoot, sweatpants, standing at the counter flipping through a magazine.

Miso was perched on the windowsill, tail flicking, watching something only she could see. Abby stood at the stove, cooking dinner, sleeves rolled up and brow furrowed in concentration.

"You ever think about how we'd actually do it?" I asked casually, still reading. "If we ever had a kid, I mean."

Abby didn't look away from the pan. "Like logistically?"

"Yeah."

A pause. The sound of sizzling onions. Then Abby turned the burner down and finally looked over, a brow raised. "Is this hypothetical curiosity, or are you saying we should start looking into it?"

I shrugged, cheeks pink. "Maybe a little of both."

Abby set the spatula down and leaned back against the counter beside me. "Alright," she said slowly, wiping her hands on a towel. “Let’s say it’s not hypothetical.”

I looked up at her with wide eyes, so much gentleness held in the question I hadn't fully asked yet. "I want to know our options," I said. "If or when we get there."

Abby nodded. "Okay. So we research. See what feels right."

We spent the next week here and there reading articles and bookmarking sites, curled up on the couch in the evenings with one laptop balanced between us and Miso tucked between our knees. Some of it was confusing- charts and acronyms, costs and success rates- but some of it felt surprisingly grounding. Like planning a life, piece by piece.

But there were quieter, sweeter moments too. Abby's hand resting on my thigh as we read. Me gently brushing Abby’s hair behind her ear. The soft wonder in our eyes when we talked about what a child might be like.

We didn't make any decisions right away. It wasn't that kind of conversation. It was just the beginning of a path being cleared- slowly, thoughtfully. Something we could return to again and again, shaping it over time.

Later that night, as we were getting ready for bed, I stood by the sink, brushing my teeth. Abby came up behind me, arms sliding around my waist, chin resting on my shoulder.

"You'd be a really good mom," Abby said softly, meeting my eyes in the mirror.

My eyes flicked to her reflection, surprised at first — then softening into something deep, something fond. I turned slightly to rest my forehead against Abby's. "You too."

Abby smiled, that shy, earnest one I loved. "Guess we'll figure it out together."

"Yeah," I whispered. "We will."

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pt2 is now here :)

just wanted to say i changed my username 😭 formerly was “abbyanderstrap” 🫶🏼

Do you think Abby's mother had died or left them? what's your headcanon on that? Just curious :)

i love this question!! i think about it a lot.

i personally think she passed during childbirth or when abby was reallyyy young, like under the age of 2. i say that because there’s no photos of her with them and jerry + abby don’t talk about her at all. i would like to think that even if abby’s mom and jerry had some type of relationship issue she wouldn’t just up and leave abby’s life. if she was a firefly as well, she could have very easily been shot in combat, but being bit or getting sick is also a possibility! all i know is that abby and jerry have been attached at the hip for pretty much her whole life, he was her best friend. so that leads me to believe it’s been just them for a long time. i don’t have a definitive answer but that’s just my interpretation, i always love hearing other ideas too :)

i’m not sure if you’ve seen it already but in case anyone reading this hasn’t, i did an analysis on how abby growing up without a mom would have affected her and shaped her into the person she is 🫶🏼 linked here

abby liking curvy women is literally canon as far as i’m concerned

NEEDDD PLEASE

Uncensored under cut!

I always give her a belly button piercing

I can't get neighbor Abby out of my head.

Hi, guys. I needed a little fluff in my life today. Maybe you do, too. If so, I hope you enjoy this quick blurb. Neighbor Abby has me dream spinning whole ass fanfics in my head. Can the next girl I give my heart to please be this sweet? Kinda had my fill of having my heart torn out. Whew. Biting my tongue with that one. Thanks, universe.

May we never, ever settle for less.

Last summer, you noticed her hauling dented boxes up and down the stone pathway to the fixer upper next door. Nipping at her heels, a hyper German Shepherd puppy and some mouthy dude barking Spanish at her with a smirk permanently fixed to his face.

He was handsome enough and you wondered at first if maybe they were together.

The thought did not make your stomach pull an unexpected, uncomfortable flip.

The woman rocks a pretty magnetic smile, is all.

And you haven't been watching her for months. Sure, you've noticed her. But that's only natural. She lives right beside you, after all. It's impossible to simply ignore her existence.

The way she walks her dog at exactly 5:45am as if she's tethered to a timeline that'll alter the fabric of reality itself should she be even one minute behind schedule.

The way she talks to the pup like he's her best friend in the entire universe and simultaneously, the biggest trouble maker she's ever known.

It's painfully cute and if you linger to watch it play out, it's only because the moment rivals the morning sun.

She's definitely the girl who works her ass off all week long, still managing to keep an immaculate front lawn. A garden peppered with lush roses and wildflowers. Bright green grass evenly trimmed from hedge to hedge.

You hear the mechanical growl of her lawnmower twice a week like clockwork. When you peek through the curtains, you notice her pink cheeks and freckled shoulders, dappled by the afternoon rays, her long golden braid a mess of frizz and exertion.

Sometimes her deep blue gaze flits to yours while she swipes an old rag across her dirt streaked forehead. If you fly backward from your livingroom window at record speed, she's graceful enough not mention it. Not when you bump into each other sauntering out to the mailboxes every Saturday, anyway.

It works for you. You get to admire her from afar and feed your daydreams without ever fumbling through the terrifying reality of being seen by someone who makes your heart pulse into a frantic somersault.

Until recently.

Because of course, with your luck, something shifted. Something big.

Abby doesn't stop when she finishes mowing her lawn anymore. She cuts the motor, rolls the old machine down the cracked sidewalk and fires back up at the edge of your property.

The first time it happened, you almost let your panic ruin a good thing, tempted to blow through your front door to tell her she didn't have to. But she worked so meticulously and with an air of ease you've only ever seen from women too confident to take no for an answer. Not when it comes to kind acts of service.

Not when it comes to matters of the heart.

So, you let her finish. You let her turn your yard into pleasant lines and fresh earth.

Tomorrow will be a good day.

When 5:45am blinks at you from the alarm clock beside your bed, you'll resolve to hop out of bed to whip up a plate of breakfast and hot mug of coffee, something to greet her with when she returns from her walk.

Something to say thank you.

Something to say, I think I can't stop noticing you.

And here's the thing. You figure she might be cordial about it. Give you a polite nod and a gentle, surprised smile before taking her spoils into the house to toss them directly into the bin because you really have no idea what she likes to eat and maybe she hates bacon.

With a body like hers, you can only assume she has a strict regimen.

But the moment her sneakers squeak up the driveway, excited paws clicking alongside her, it's as if she knew you'd be there waiting. Like maybe, she'd been wondering when you'd finally catch a hint.

Like maybe, she can't stop noticing you too.

"I was hoping you'd be here."

When she says it, when her voice wraps around you like a soft sweater warm from the dryer, the sunrise freezes. A moment carved out just for you and this breathtaking girl who looks at you like you hold all the answers she seeks.

"I don't know if you're, like… strict with your meals or whatever. You look like someone who counts macros."

She grins. Gives her companion a quick scrub between his ears. And it's the most beautiful thing. Just, normal. Easy, somehow. Even the small shrug she gives you feels like tenderness.

"I do. But I'm making an exception," Abby says, chewing the corner of her lip, her eyes never once leaving yours. "For you? Always. Wanna come in?"

THIS, ALL OF THIS. thank you for this response. it’s like people see a strong woman and automatically assume they’re a big scary dom butch. not only are you contributing to fetishization and sterotypes but it’s literally just not her personality and it’s alarming how some people write her that way so one dimensionally and want her to be abusive. again it’s probably just a projection of your fantasies and to each their own but the purpose of my post was that it makes ME sick and uncomfortable. abby would be hate you guys

the way so many of you guys act like abby is some mean ass dominating, degrading butch is crazy to me. did you play the game or just see a strong woman and assume…? she is repeatedly shown to be considerate, polite, gentle and caring. her anger filled grief is not her actual personality and i wish you guys would take the time to unpack that. idk if you’re just projecting your own fantasies onto her or what but wow

omg why did that suck so bad??

let me say the pros first:

young mazino jesse is growing on me. he gets that responsible/sarcastic thing that game jesse has. and the fact that he is shown taking care of all of them in the end is very in character and nice for us to see.

gabriel luna once again slays as tommy. that kiss with maria, the longing???? god. i love him.

the fighting in jackson was a cool idea, would have enjoyed playing a sequence like that in the game, but overall the change hurts more than it helps.

okay that's about it for what i liked lmao! the cons:

where is my pot smoking lesbian love scene. what the fuck.

kaitlyn dever looks like a little kid, genuinely. and so does bella ramsey. kaitlyn has more emotional range than bella but neither of them can carry that rage and heartbreak. neither of them are raw and brutal like they are in the game. they're both trying too hard and it shows.

everything that was changed from the game was worse, and i believe that with my whole heart. why wasn't tommy with joel? the reason tommy goes as psycho as he does it because of the grief he has from introducing joel to abby. why didn't we get dina/ellie patrol route to further solidify their relationship? dina being at the lodge made no sense and added exactly nothing to the plot. why was ellie going to jump right back into patrols with joel? in the game she barely even spoke with him before he died, but in the show apparently they're good enough to just hang out now???

The Scene™ was simply not executed as masterfully as in the game. like, if it ain't broke, don't fix it. the colors were off (where is my cold, dark, shadowed death scene?), the stab was fucking pathetic compared to game abby's yell and final blow, owen didn't get a chance to do his "if we kill them we're no better than he is" which actually gives him a character trait. abby spent wayyyy too much time explaining everything to joel. and joel is like. crying? instead of spitting mad and sneering his way towards a death he always knew was coming. where's the RAGE???? it's all sanitized and therapy-speak and big feelings and sad girls and weak old men. it just doesn't hit as hard.

the show is trying so hard to make us sympathize with abby, even more than the game, and it's so forced as to feel stupid. also, side note, why is she housewifing for owen? she's a bitch to him in the game and i like that about her. why is she rubbing his arms and making him soup or whatever? not my muscle mommy.

no "bigot sandwich" line???? best line in the whole game???

anyways those are my thoughts, i'm sure i'll have more, but come talk with me about them if you want!

ABBY ANDERSON’S BOOK COLLECTION

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CITY OF THIEVES

written by david benioff, 2008

the main character’s name is lev, perhaps a nod to abby’s future ward

THE COUNT OF MONTE CRISTO

written by alexandre dumas, 1846

some of the story’s key themes are revenge, redemption and forgiveness.. sounds a bit familiar, abigail

THE ILIAD & THE ODYSSEY

written by homer, c. 8th century BC

THE INGENIOUS GENTLEMAN DON QUIXOTE OF LA MANCHA

written by miguel de cervantes, 1605

HEART OF DARKNESS

written by joseph conrad, 1899

DIVINE COMEDY

written by dante alighieri, 1321

LITTLE WOMEN

louisa may aclott, 1868

THE MOONSTONE

written by wilkie collins, 1868

THE ADVENTURES OF HUCKLEBERRY FINN

written by mark twain, 1884

ONE THOUSAND AND ONE NIGHTS, TALES FROM THE ARABIAN NIGHTS

written by various authors, c. 1706-1721

MEDEA

written by euripides, 431 BC

THE ROSE GARDEN HUSBAND

written by margaret widdemer, 1915

THE WAR OF THE WORLDS

written by H. G. wells, 1898

WAR AND PEACE

written by leo tolstoy, 1867

ROBINSON CRUSOE

written by daniel defoe, 1719

THE PICTURE OF DORIAN GRAY

written by oscar wilde, 1890

THE DREAM-QUEST OF UNKNOWN KADATH

written by H. P. lovecraft, 1943

THE SCARLET LETTER

written by nathaniel hawthorne, 1850

NINETEEN EIGHTY-FOUR

written by george orwell, 1949

TREASURE ISLAND

written by robert louis stevenson, 1883

A TALE OF TWO CITIES

written by charles dickens, 1859

FISHING IN UTOPIA: SWEDEN & THE FUTURE THAT DISAPPEARED

written by andrew brown, 2008

STRANGE CASE OF DR JEKYLL & MR HYDE

written by robert louis stevenson, 1886

I will actually die if I don't kiss her

Can we please stop comparing Abby's body to male bodies? It's kinda fucking gross. Thanks.

I hate this for her. I hate this for all my friends in the gym who face this daily.

Abby is a woman. Yes, a very muscular woman. But she has a vagina. She has feminine traits, too. She doesn't talk like a man. She doesn't act like a man. She does not, I repeat, does not look like a man.

The fact that this keeps happening is exactly why we need more muscular women in media.

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