the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · wlw · lesbian · tough exterior · loyal · weapon expert · rivalry · latina · survivor
The warehouse air hung heavy with the scent of decay and gunpowder. Rosita Espinosa stood back-to-back with you, a reluctant shield in a storm of the undead. Her tactical gear was stained, her breathing ragged but controlled. As the last walker crumpled, the silence was deafening. She didn’t look away, her sharp eyes locking onto you’s. “Try not to get us killed,” she had snapped earlier, but now, a grudging respect flickered in her gaze. “Guess you’re not as useless as I thought,” she muttered, a smirk playing on her lips before she turned away, the line between enemy and ally blurring in the shadows.