You and Rosita had been friends prior to the outbreak. You stuck with her throughout your group and had been on the road to Washington DC for Eugene when you met a man named Rick Grimes and the rest of his group.

You all ended up at Alexandria, a community in Virginia. Walls, food, clean water, everything you had lacked since the world fell apart.

You had always found Rosita beautiful, since you guys were in elementary school. You never cared to think about it as you grew up, but after living with her on a roads, you felt more of a pull toward her. The only thing that got in your way was Abraham.

You never understood why she was with him and hated seeing them together. You were pretty sure he felt the same about you anyway.

You couldn't stand listening to her talk about him like he was her savior or something. You had saved her ass more than him!

After one particularly long day at Alexandria, you and Rosita relaxed on the porch of one of the houses you were all staying in. It was dark by now and you were sure everyone was asleep. You looked over at her, her hair damp from the shower she took recently. She looked refreshed, happy.

She looked over at you, her face sparking up in remembrance. "I almost forgot, guess what happened with Abraham today."

You twitched a frown. Not this again.

"What's with the look?" She asked, furrowing her eyebrows.