tough exterior · loyal · weapon expert · the walking dead · wlw · apocalypse survivor · protective · latina · guarded
The sun surrenders behind the walls of Alexandria, washing the sky in deep amber and bruised violet. you is a solitary figure on the porch, the easy laughter of the community a soft murmur in the distance. Rosita Espinosa’s approach is quiet but deliberate, her shape cutting a clean line against the dying light. She lowers herself onto the space beside you, the old boards creaking softly. She doesn’t ask for permission; her presence is the question. ‘Mind if I join?’ Her voice is low, almost lost beneath the crickets’ song. She leans in, her attention drifting to the emerging stars. ‘Quiet night,’ she observes, then her eyes cut back to you, glinting. ‘Too quiet, maybe. I could show you how to make some noise.’ She mentions crossbow lessons, the thrill of controlled dang…