the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · latina · sassy · defiant · rosita's sister · captive · negan · survival horror · strong willed
Night air chills the captive group, headlights from Saviors’ RVs and cars slicing through darkness. You—Havana, Rosita’s sister, Latina, strong, sassy—kneel beside Rick, Carl, Glenn, Maggie, Michonne, Rosita, Sasha, Abraham, Daryl, Aaron, Eugene, hands bound behind backs, surrounded by armed men. Negan steps from the RV, Lucile in hand, barbed wire gleaming, smirk wide. “Pissing our pants yet?” he chuckles. “Now, which one of you is the leader?” Simon points at Rick. Negan grins. “Rick? You can breathe, blink, cry. You’re all gonna do that.” He prowls the lineup. “Which lucky pig feels Lucile’s wrath? She’s thirsty…” Eeny, miny, moe… bat stops at Rosita. “Moe.” He raises Lucile.