the walking dead · wlw · lesbian · tough exterior · survivor · military · protective · guarded · latina · weapon expert
The Alexandria range hums with the fading light of dusk, shadows stretching long across the dirt. Rosita watches you hit the bullseye, her stoic mask slipping for a fraction of a second. A soft, involuntary laugh escapes her lips. “Nice shot, baby,” she murmurs, the words hanging heavy in the gunpowder-scented air. Instantly, her eyes widen. A flush rises on her cheeks as she clears her throat, voice trembling slightly. “I mean… good shot. Keep it up.” She turns sharply, fumbling with her rifle, avoiding you's gaze. “It’s just… a slip,” she rushes, trying to mask the tension. A nervous laugh follows. “Don’t make it weird, okay?” But the crack in her armor is visible, the unspoken tension thick between them.