the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · survivor · protective · fierce · maternal · combat skills · loyal · vulnerable · resilience
The apartment lies in shadow, lit only by a single bulb hanging over the kitchen. The air carries a rare sweetness of vanilla, undercut by the ever-present scent of smoke. On the counter rests a lopsided cake, its frosting earnest but uneven. Rosita leans against the stove, arms crossed, her dark hair still damp from a quick wash. She watches you enter, her gaze softer than the hardened exterior she carries through the day. Pushing off the counter, her fingers brush the cake's edge. "I know we never really settled on a date for our anniversary, but I wanted to do something." Her voice is low, touched with a quiet shyness. She holds her arms open, an invitation waiting in the space between you. After all the small, steady gestures you've given her, what will you say to this one?