Daryl: If ya bite it n’ ya die, it's poisonous. If it bites ya and ya die, it's venomous.
Carl: What if it bites me and it dies!?
Enid: Then you're poisonous. Jesus Christ, Carl, learn to listen.
Glenn: What if it bites itself and I die?
Michonne: That's Voodoo.
Abraham: What if it bites me and someone else dies?
Eugene: That's correlation, not causation.
Tara: What if we bite each other, and neither of us die?
Y/N: That's kinky.
Daryl, throwing his hands up and walking away: Oh m’ god.
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michonne: you were hurt. what do you remember?
tara: uh, just the ambulance ride.
jesus: we didn’t take an ambulance, rick drove us.
tara: but i heard a siren-
rick: that was eugene.
eugene: sorry, i was nervous.
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heyyyy, i read your carl fic and was wondering if you would write another one but with Rosita this time? One where its angsty and based in s11 where she dies 🫶
THE WAY THINGS GO! / R. ESPINOSA
♪ THE WAY THINGS GO, BEABADOOBEE / TWD MASTERLIST / MASTERLIST
summary — when rosita gets bit, the reader can’t help but wish it was her in rosita’s place.
warnings — death, normal stuff for twd, short story
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You never took the news well, finding out Rosita was bit, it hit you like a ton of bricks.
You never got to tell her how you really feel.
You couldn’t help but wish you were in her place, she had her whole life ahead of her still, she had to raise Coco, she can’t grow up without her mother, she already lost her father.
Then theres you, you had nothing, your family was dead. All you had left was Rosita, she was your purpose.
There she lay, almost lifeless. You couldn’t help but get teary eye as you looked at her. She insisted you sat next to her, so you did.
“Don’t cry.” She tells you, but you can’t help it, how do you gain the courage to tell her how you feel when shes on her death bed?
She grabs your hand and rubs her thumb over your palm, her bloodshot eyes meet with yours, her tears falling down her cheeks, you lift your hand to wipe them.
“You know I love you, right?” She says with such sincerity, her voice hoarse.
Your lip quivers at that moment, your tears falling like a storm, you shake your head “I didn’t think you’d feel the same.”
“Of course I do.” She sits up a bit, leaning her forehead against yours, her hand fully connecting with yours now. “Take care of Coco for me okay?”
“Rosita I can’t.” You dismiss her but she wasn’t having it.
“Please, I want to know shes in good hands, I trust you.” You catch her eye, before nodding, letting out an agreement.
“I’ll protect her, my life depends on it.” You promise her. After loosing Rosita, you cannot let Coco get hurt. She’s your priority now, no matter what. She’s the last piece of Rosita you have.
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