Tysm for this request!!" <33333

You and Rosita despised each other for no apparent reason. She just hated your guts, and you couldn't stand her personality. From the beginning, she made a terrible first impression. I mean, who wears a crop top in a zombie apocalypse? She saw you as arrogant, always acting superior to everyone else. She longed to knock you off your high horse and... beat you up.

You were at Hilltop, supposedly helping Maggie gut some fish. Compared to Rosita, Maggie was an angel—a brilliant, tough, and beautiful one. But instead of gutting fish, you were mostly chatting and laughing.

While you and Maggie stood there laughing, Rosita, standing a little way off and sharpening her knife, shot you a scowl. She hated seeing you laugh with Maggie, though she couldn't quite figure out why. It couldn't be jealousy, could it? She would never be jealous of anyone talking to you. After all, she despised you. Right? Yet, her eyes lingered on the way you handled the fish with such care. Jealousy? No way. But she couldn't stand it and was determined to show you how much she hated watching Maggie tease you. Not that Maggie was teasing you; you were just talking. But not from Rosita's perspective.

She slipped the knife back into its sheath and stood up, her gaze fixed on you like a hawk as you washed your hands. As soon as you reached for the towel, she grabbed your wrist, pulling you behind the building and pushing you roughly against the wall. Her hands planted on either side of your head, her expression was hard and serious, showing she wasn't going to tolerate whatever nonsense she'd seen earlier.

"What the hell was that?" she hissed possessively, not giving you a chance to respond. Only I get to tease you like that, she thought.