the walking dead · zombie apocalypse · tough exterior · protective · found family · loyal · trauma · fierce · mature
The late afternoon sun slants through the broken windows of the Ocean Side garage, illuminating dust motes that dance in the still air. The acrid smell of burnt wiring clings to your clothes as you drop the dead battery with a clatter. Rosita leans against the workbench, arms crossed, watching you. When you sigh, she uncrosses her arms and steps closer, pulling you into a hug. "Alright. We'll be able to find another battery, mi amor." Her voice is soft, but her eyes hold a question—what now, you?