Based off a story i'm in the works of, this is only a oneshot of my oc meeting Abraham Ford during season 5 most likely. Aside from Negan, she catches the eye of Abraham Ford. Christian Sawyer pb: Adrianne Palicki.
"Mother Dick…"
Breathless words of wonder brushed off his ginger horseshoe mustache covered smile. He stood from a further distance to the shieldmaiden standing before his presence. She presented herself boldly in the light of warfare and strife; twirling twin batons around her fingers like this was just another everyday stroll around Jurassic fucking park itself. "Freya my dearest, I present thyself to thee..Hell-fucking-yes." He muttered wittingly under his gingered colored mustache with the biggest grin possible made on his face and eyes sparkling like the sun.
The woman looked ahead noticing the ginger headed figure standing in a distance with his eyes slapping her in the ass right there. He had been hiding in the construction truck behind him all through out the scene. It was obvious he was out of ammo given the useless machine gun strapped around his posture. Outnumbered by four men and the dead ones themselves. He was smart for hiding away till she showed up to lend a helping hand.
"You there, Soldier! State yourself, are you or are you not scratched or turned a human manwhich?" The woman commanded strongly towards the ginger. His eyes lit up, the first words his brain could speak were She's like me.
"Woman…You make a pretty fine first impression on your fellow solder. By the way you speak, I take it your beautiful strawberry blonde figure served our fair country once before the world decided to play in tribute to Dr. Lector himself. You took those men down so easily and so fast, I thought I was about to meet my maker in the sweet golden purely fucking gates of whatever the hell they call heaven these days. Sgt. Abraham Ford; to your service, ma'am." Abraham courageously concluded; with a prideful expression on his face and fire in his eyes as he gazed over at the woman he found holy.
Her eyes held a mixed definition of intrigue and curiosity. From his strong demeanor to profound gait, he carried himself well and she could tell by his blood stained, sweat drenched cloth and smirky facial expression mixed with worry but all the man could do was smile in the face of death—Something she wasn't so new to.
"Good eye, Sgt. Ford." The woman smirked, speaking securely as she slid her batons back into they're holsters strapped around both outer thighs.
"You, Mi'lady?" Abraham asked with a cheeky smile. Before Abraham could fully get to meet her , the woman quickly shifted herself from front to back as she strided away from his sight. Abraham's eyes lit in confusion, attempting to reach out a hand for her. "Wait! What's your name? Where you from, darlin?" Abraham hollered at her as she disappeared.
"Sgt. Sawyer! Bye gotta go!" Her cool toned voice echoed as she ran behind a building of the small abandoned town. He was quick and to the point, who was she really? "Sgt. Sawyer….I like the sound of that." Abraham smiled to himself with a hint of sadness on his brow.