dead abigail

Fullerverse

Wonderfalls (2004)

Pushing Daisies (2007 - 2009)

Hannibal (2013 - 2015)

Okay, I apologise for the terrible editing and all but just really wanted to highlight one of the more underrated running jokes from the fullerverse that absolutely cracks me up.

anonymous asked:

hey love! i was wondering if you could maybe write a teeny tiny fluffy hannigram ficlet? my mom is in a hospital and i'm having some severe depression/anxiety episodes, so it would really help. you absolutely don't have to, though, love anyway xx

Hello nonny, I’m so sorry about your mom and I hope things begin to look up for the both of you soon. Here is a little thing in which Will and Hannibal find a fawn. I hope you enjoy. <3

They came across the fawn as they walked the dogs in the fields behind Will’s house. She was no more than a week out of the womb. The blood nearby told her story well. Her mother had been taken by hunters.

“What should we do?” Will turned to Hannibal.

“Certainly you’re no stranger to strays.”

Will laughed. “I’m no stranger to dogs.”

Winston sniffed the little deer. The rest of the pack looked to Will, frozen. Hannibal’s eyes too fell on him.

Will sighed. “Let’s take her back to the house.”

The fawn allowed Will to scoop her into his arms. She rested her head on his shoulder as they trudged through the field toward the house. In the corner of his eye, Will could see Hannibal smiling.

Back in his own yard, Will laid the fawn down in the grass. She watched Will with her dark and shining eyes. No fear, grateful to have been found.

“She’s going to need milk,” Will said, performing a quick search on his phone. “Goat, apparently.”

Hannibal went into town for the milk and Will sat in the grass with the fawn, the dogs gathering to sniff her all over. Will ran his hands along the skinny slope of her back, connecting the white spots that painted her with the tips of his fingers.

Soon enough, Hannibal returned, a carton of goat milk and a bottle in hand. He had it filled almost as soon as he’d stepped from the car.

“Here you are,” Hannibal said, sitting next to Will and presenting the bottle.

“Thank you.”

Will could feel Hannibal eying him intently as he presented the bottle to the fawn. She sniffed at the nipple and, at the first drop of milk dripping from the tip, hungrily took it into her mouth to suckle.

“She’s going to be alright,” Hannibal said, leaning in, his knee knocking right up against Will’s.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve cared for something so helpless. Most of my dogs have come to me as adults.”

“I’m happy to help however I can.”

Will watched Hannibal watching the fawn suckle. He smiled. “Thank you.”

“There’s no need to thank me,” Hannibal said, meeting Will’s eyes. “We are her fathers now.”

anonymous asked:

Wait, if Abigail and Chloe are cousins, then Chloe must know that Abigail is dead. And if she would know that Kenny's brother is responsible for this, she won't be Kenny's friend anymore?

she just have 2 years man :’’v she never know who kill her cousin

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Nick Clark x Reader- Jealousy Doesn’t Suit You, My Dear.

Set during Season 2 of Fear The Walking Dead

Requested by Anon

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Had somebody told you that the world was going to end, you would’ve laughed and suggested a psychiatric facility for that person. It was the height of the twenty first century, and the world was going to end? Ha. But after you watched the military murder your parents, you ran faster then light straight to Alicia Clark- your best friend from school. 

You were there when the riots started in Los Angeles, and were pretty sure you’d seen enough bloodshed to last a lifetime. Handling a weapon wasn’t your problem since your father had been a 3 tour veteran of Afghanistan before the dead woke up, and he had taught you how to defend yourself. But when the fences went up, and the power went off, you found yourself talking a lot more to Chris Manawa then you had anticipated. 

But you couldn’t figure out why you were so intrigued by Nick, Alicia’s older brother who was beginning to call himself an ex-druggie. You’d known him for years, and had always thought he was beautiful.. But it took the end of the world for you to start valuing him as a person. 

  “You know, for someone so stunning, I can’t figure out for the life of me why you refuse to put on a bathing suit and come swimming.” Nick mused, slipping his sunglasses behind his ears. It was hotter then normal outside, and you were dying to get into the pool and swim with him. 

  “You totally just want to see me in a bikini, Clark.” 

He wiggled his eyebrows and puckered his lips, and you couldn’t help but feel butterflies erupt in your stomach. “Maybe I do, Y/L/N.” 

And then you were aboard the Abigail with Victor Strand, the man who was the prime reason Nick was still alive in the first place. The night he’d been taken by the military, you had been so infuriated that you had shot two of them right in the arm. Alicia was amazed at how much you cared for her brother. 

  “C’mon y/n. Tell me something good.” Chris sat across from you inside the den, the rest of the boat silent. Madison and Travis had fallen asleep in their bedroom, Strand was at the helm, Daniel and Ophelia were talking on the deck above you, and god knew where Nick was. “You’re not much older then me, you know. We could have a lot more in common then you realize.” 

Granted, Chris was adorable, and he was broken, but he was no Nick Clark. 

  “Okay, one day…” 

Nick came down from the helm where Strand was stationed, eyebrows furrowing when he saw you and Chris bent over in laughter on the sofa, heads just inches away from each other. “That story was hilarious, Y/N.” Chris panted, laughing as he wiped tears from his eyes. “So hilarious it wore me out.” 

  “You’re cute when you blush.” You mused, lightly punching his arm. “Goodnight Chris. Sleep well.” Just as Chris went downstairs, you caught sight of Nick’s penetrating stair from the doorway to the top deck and lost the ability to breathe. His eyes were dark with what looked to be anger, and it confused you beyond belief. Why is he angry with me?  “Nick?”

Silence. “Nick!”

The oldest son of Madison Clark whipped around, nostrils flaring as he took your wrists and pinned them above your head against the wall. “Why would you want anything to do with me, Y/n? I’m just the druggie. Go and flirt with Chris cause I’m sure he can give you what I can’t.” 

You furrowed your eyebrows as you studied his face, realization hitting you like a harsh slap. He’s jealous of Chris. “Clark, if you’re jealous of Chris, jealousy is not your strong suit.” Your breathing hitched as he inched himself closer, body pressed against yours with his lips inches away from you. “I knew it from the time I came back after my parents were killed. You’ve always liked me.” 

  “I never said it.” He whispered, pupils dilating as he pressed his face into your shoulder, his cold lips leaving a trail of kisses along the bare skin. 

  “Then kiss me and prove it, Nick Clark.”

Fear the Walking Dead

Love always, A. Sweet. Who’s A.?!”

2x04 was the first episode I watched of this show and even after marathoning through the whole show this weekend, I’m still only here for VStrand and his new introduced bf (who I hope is still very alive, @amc, he better be!). xoxo

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make me choose: rust cohle or abigail hobbs [asked by anon]