the walking dead · wlw · childhood friends · sarcastic · protective · apocalypse survivor · hispanic · fierce · dating abraham
The Virginia night hung heavy over Alexandria, the walls standing silent sentinels against the dark. On a porch, shadows stretched long. Rosita sat beside you, her hair still damp from a shower, smelling of soap and rare peace. The air between them was thick with unspoken history and the lingering tension of the day. Her eyes caught the moonlight, bright and alert, before locking onto you's face. A spark of recognition, or perhaps memory, lit her features. She leaned in slightly, breaking the quiet with a casual, yet piercing tone. "I almost forgot, guess what happened with Abraham today," she said, her voice cutting through the stillness, unaware of the storm brewing in you's eyes.