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thinking about how rosita was sooo (rightfully) c*nty in season 7
** CONTINUED : [ ⚘ ] @springmournings ⸻ SHAWN GREENE // ↺ FROM (...) HERE!
She's watching him over the low burning embers that crackle and pop between them, from where she's positioned against a tree that must've fallen a long time ago ⸻ it smells of earthy rot, and almost disappears at the edges where bark crumbles into grass and dirt below. A soft enough place to lay with her legs outstretched, arms folded across her chest in some semblance of comfort. She's not quite sure how long she's been mulling over his expression by the fire's glow. The world around them fades away when it gets dark like this, leaving them in a void - type blackness : completely alone, but together, too.
It's late; well past midnight, and they haven't spoken in a while. He must've been able to feel her gaze on him, because he's starting to squirm a bit under the scrutiny. (I got somethin' on my face?) ⸻ the upturn of her mouth is slight, barely noticeable. She lets him search his own features for the culprit of her study for a moment, and then : " No, it's your eyes. That haunted, lonely look in your eyes. " She notices the subtle way he winces, white knuckling the twigs he'd been busying himself with so tightly they snap. There's a pang in her chest, then. A symptom of her heart dropping suddenly, weighed down by a worry that she'd said too much. Her mind - to - mouth inhibitions have always been flimsy at best when she's tired, eyes half - lidded, on the edge of sleep's lulling oblivion.
Her mouth twists, twinged with guilt for bringing it up. But there's something there ⸻ something different in his cerulean stare at the mention of 'home'. Is it longing? She feels it too. This time, her tone is much softer; a request that she turns over on her tongue gently before allowing herself to speak it aloud. " Will you tell me about it? The farm? "

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the corners of his mouth pull, smile there even as sweat bleeds across his face. though his chest heaves less, breath into a more normal pattern. “ just another day in paradise, sweetheart. ” his is drawl tight with cotton mouth, but when the canteen is back within his hand he takes a mouthful and lets it savor. it's warm, but very much appreciated. he fights the nerve to take in more, but with his stomach in the shape it was there's no telling if it would settle well. he twists it closed and drops it back in his bag. there's about half left for the two of them, but they've been in worse shape before.
he listens to her options, weighing them. not horrible ideas, about the same he'd probably of come up with. except for the last. “ don't think splittin' up is a good idea, not when it's just us already. ” he readjusts his bag and looks behind and ahead of him, almost as if he's weighing risks. “ goin' back could mean death, an i ain't ready to punch my ticket just yet. ” as he speaks he unclips the magazine from his weapon, already could tell by the weight or lack of, he had about half the bullets left in it. if the walkers had followed as a group, they'd still be out numbered and he doesn't like those odds against ammo. “ tell you what, i know means back trackin' but if we go forward and don't find any sign of water soon, we'll turn 'round. ” it means energy that they probably don't have to spare. “ think there's a town a'head, if we're where i think we are. ” something they past on the last run for supplies, just means there's no guarantee on supplies or safety.
(Just another day in paradise, sweetheart.) Another breathy scoff spearheads a quick, almost involuntary roll of her eyes. To an untrained observer, the way she brushes Shawn off might seem agitated; but the grin he wears is mirrored subtly on her own lips, giving the truth away to anyone watching her closely enough. Where Rosita can only see weeds, he'll find the spot where petals still bud and blossom. And stifle it as she may try for the sake of realistic expectations, his optimism warms her. She wants to lean into that, but stiffens instead without quite understanding why. A reflex. " This really your idea of paradise? "
She resents this realization he forces onto her, with gritted teeth : going back alone for what they'd lost is a bad idea. But he is right. She won't push it a second time. Splitting up now could domino into a hundred different shitty situations; without some sort of way - point, in an area they aren't familiar with, a lot of those shitty situations would include them not finding their way back to each other. She bristles at the thought. Pushing forward seems like their best move ⸻ they already know what's behind them. " Okay. " Still, there's a hint of defeat in the tone of her voice. It's all she says for the moment, wrestling in silence with a sickening notion of uncertainty. It's quiet between them as they check their weapons. There's maybe six rounds left for the rifle that hangs on her shoulder ⸻ luckily, the handgun tucked in her waistband still has a full magazine. She lifts a hand to wipe at the sweat that's been beading on her flushed cheeks, and peers upward toward the sky before starting to carry herself in the direction he'd chosen. " We don't have a lot of sunlight left. Think we'll hit town before dark? "
ROSITA ESPINOSA 11x09 “No Other Way” | 11x21 “Outpost 22″
answeredask , [ ⌯⌲ ] PEOPLE SAY I HAVE AN EXPRESSIVE FACE — @thornita \ accepting * ( THE WALKING DEAD ? )
truth doesn't always need words to show its teeth. sometimes it just sits there. plain as blood on snow, or the twitch of a jaw right before someone bolts. daryl's always trusted what don't speak more than what does. the way a man shifts. the way a woman don't. the way rosita's mouth curls before she lets a damn thing fall from it. sharp, KNOWING, dangerous like a knife kept pretty --- he snorts once. something low and quiet, the kind of sound that barely makes it past the scruff of his throat. laughter buried under a hundred pounds of ash.
“ yea', expressive. ” words caught on barbed wire drag slow as eyes lift, flick. catching the angle of rosita's lean against the porch rail. arms crossed, brow raised. IT TELLS HIM ALL HE NEEDS TO KNOW : that she's already three moves ahead and waiting for him to catch up. “ that what we're callin' it now? ” mouth twitches in its place. something human trying to crawl out. “ coulda sworn it was just your bullshit alarm goin' off again. ”
" ⸻ My bullshit alarm? " Single brow lifts like the hammer cocking back on a .44. There's something to be said about the conversations they have in spite of still lips. With a shared glance, with the tilt of one chin or the other. Rosita's always been able to read people — the same way that Daryl's reading her right now. Her tense shoulders and pursed mouth say far more than she's willing to, anyway.
Slender fingers drum along the porch's handrail, delicate skin catching on the jagged edges of a peeling paint - job. A small sigh unearths, to herself mostly; a sort of silent surrender. " I don't know, Daryl. " Brown eyes flicker to where he stands, uncertainty painting her expression in plain strokes while instincts claw her insides raw. Or is it paranoia? Is it all in her head? A DEFENSE MECHANISM THAT HOLDS HER TRUST HOSTAGE : to see danger where there is none, because danger has always been everywhere. " When I smell smoke, there's usually fire. " UNSPOKEN : [You smell it too, don't you?] AND IN ITS PLACE : feather-soft, " Am I insane? "
&. 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.
( an assortment of dialogue prompts for various apocalypse / end of the world scenarios. feel free to change as you seem fit. )
❛ stay alive. for me. ❜
❛ you won’t survive long out there. i can protect you. ❜
❛ how many bullets do you got left? ❜
❛ i’m gonna make sure this place is secure. ❜
❛ will things ever go back to the way they were? ❜
❛ i know the odds aren’t good, but we’ve got to try. ❜
❛ you should be dead by now. ❜
❛ this isn’t the world you remember. ❜
❛ it’s all gone. it’s really all gone. ❜
❛ shit. why did you hide this? ❜
❛ stay down. don’t let them see you. ❜
❛ you are making it very difficult to keep you alive. ❜
❛ how is it you’re not scared? ❜
❛ when i give the signal, we run. ❜
❛ holy shit, we hit the jackpot! look at all this stuff! ❜
❛ i’d say we make a pretty good team. ❜
❛ if you don’t fight, you die. ❜
❛ remind me to not get on your bad side. ❜
❛ been there. seen that. got the scars to prove it. ❜
❛ unfortunately, we can’t kiss in the rain. it’s acid. ❜
❛ just keep moving. don’t look back. ❜
❛ i’m scared of ending up alone. ❜
❛ still alive, are you? ❜
❛ i’m beyond saving at this point. ❜
❛ an animal that’s tasted human flesh isn’t safe. ❜
❛ there’s nothing you can do to save them. ❜
❛ do you have any idea how many people we lost today?! ❜
❛ thought you’d be lighter without all that blood. ❜
❛ just a few more stitches and you’ll be as good as new. ❜
❛ my job is to watch your back. ❜
❛ don’t enter the city, it belongs to the dead now. ❜
❛ it must be important, otherwise you wouldn’t have gone back for it. ❜
❛ there’s something about that robot that doesn’t seem right to me. ❜
❛ you still remember how to kill, right? ❜
❛ there should be an opening through the fence. watch your head. ❜
❛ our luck will run out sooner or later. ❜
❛ everything looks so beautiful from up here. ❜
❛ can’t say i’m surprised to find you in a dump like this. ❜
❛ we can sneak past them, even though i know that’s not your style. ❜
❛ i can’t imagine losing someone like that. i’m sorry. ❜
❛ if you were smart, you’d turn back now. ❜
❛ shut up. are you trying to get us killed? ❜
❛ breathe. we’re safe now. ❜
❛ you’re better off without me. i’ll only slow you down. ❜
❛ i brought dinner. it’s not much, but it’s edible. ❜
❛ for what it’s worth, i’ll do what i can to help you not get killed. ❜
❛ you’re gonna be real happy you didn’t kill me. ❜
❛ if it was the other way around, would you have come back for me? ❜
❛ why don’t we just stay here? live out the rest of our lives? ❜
❛ you really shouldn’t be out here by yourself. ❜
❛ rest. i’ll take the first watch. ❜
❛ i’ve got a weapon for every situation. hunting, profession, cold blooded murder, hot blooded murder… ❜
why, what are you guys doing?

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