Post by Rosita Espinosa on Nov 2, 2016 17:14:20 GMT
ROSITA MARIE ESPINOSA
"Dying is simple. It all just stops. You’re dead. The people around you dying, that’s the hard part."
"Whew! You’re cold as ice, officer friendly.”
Full name • Rosita Marie Espinosa
Nicknames • N/A
Age • twenty-26
Birthday • January 8
Gender • female
Sexuality • heterosexual
Former Occupation • Ex-military
Alexandria Role: Supply runner
face claim • Christian Serratos
"Oh, Reverend Shane's preaching to you now, boy."
From a young age Rosita was pushed to take care of herself. Being from a single parent household, Rosita learned very early what strength looked like. Being raised by men left very little room for weakness. They taught her to fight for the things she wanted and she was pushed hard to achieve her goals. She joined the military because she wanted to do something noble. Also, a tiny part of her wanted to be like her older brother who had joined the navy. She was only in the military a few months before everything happened.
Rosita moved between groups a lot after the world ended. Finding her place in a world filled with chaos was difficult for her and she latched on to any group that would take her in. She didn't like feeling useless so she learned everything she could from those around her. She learned medical skills and how to shoot properly. Her cool, collected demeanor put her in a position to lead, but she still felt like a fish out of water in each group she crossed. When she joined Abraham's cause she finally felt needed. Saving the world seemed like a mission she could handle; even if she had her doubts about the man who claimed to know how the virus originated. Still, she didn't question a good thing.
When Eugene confessed that he lied about Washington Rosita felt like she lost her focus. Her relationship with Abraham seemed to crumble slowly, but she clung to him for no other reason than she didn't want to be alone. Deep down she knew she loved the man, but confessing something as final as that scared her. She knew she could fend for herself, yet she didn't want to; not if being with other survivors meant she could do more with the short time she knew she had left.
After joining Alexandria Rosita quickly fell into her place as a supply runner, combat trainer and medic. She assisted Denise in the infirmary, did supply runs with Daryl and Glenn and trained the weak residents of Alexandria in the art of killing walkers. She offered to help wherever she could and kept herself busy to forget just how much she'd lost out there on the road to Washington.
Since defeating the wolves and the walkers inside the community, she is now comfortable in her daily routine. She never bothered to plan for the future but now, safely behind strong walls, she's looking ahead at the possibilities. Finding out Maggie was pregnant got her thinking about babies, and well, everything else that came with being alive. She doesn't know what comes next, but she's strong enough to handle it when it does.
"I hereby declare we have spaghetti Tuesdays every Wednesday"
Nights like this didn’t happen very often. The town was quiet and not even the groans of walkers could be heard outside the walls. It was rare to find Rick inside his home before the sun set. Usually he’d be the last one strolling up the streets after parameter check, but tonight Sasha had taken his shift so that he could get some rest. He’d objected at first but, when he’d mistaken a bird in the distance for someone climbing over the wall, he knew she had a point. He was no good to anyone wandering around half asleep. So with his tail firmly between his legs, he climbed the stairs into his home and settled in for the night.
It was odd being the first one in. Carl was off with Enid and Michonne was helping Maggie go through Deanna’s things at the Monroe’s. The silence was deafening and more than once he got out of the bed to check that everything was okay outside. He was afraid that he’d fall asleep and miss something important.
Like what? A squirrel running up a tree?
Since they’d gotten rid of the hundreds of slain walkers on the streets and patched the walls, nothing out of the ordinary had happened. The town had fallen back into a routine and one day blended effortlessly into the next. Things flowed like they were supposed to. He liked to think it was because he was such a good leader, but truly it was because his people knew what chaos was now. They knew that if they didn’t live and work together this community could be taken away.
They’d already come close to losing everything only two months ago which was why he worried so much. His thoughts fluttered around in his head as he planned for the next day. They needed ammo. That meant another supply run. The garden Maggie started wasn’t taking root and food was running low. The new walls weren’t being built fast enough either. The list went on and on.
Rick tossed and he turned, finally settling on his back. His blue eyes stared up at the ceiling fan and he watched it spin until his eyes crossed. This wasn’t going to work. There was no sleep to be had if his mind kept racing like this. Sliding from the bed, he slipped out of his bedroom and walked barefoot down the hall, descending the stairs into the living room. Fresh air was what he needed--that and something to do. Sitting around like this was driving him crazy.
Rick settled down on the steps on the front porch and leaned his back against the railing. In the distance he could hear crickets beginning to chirp. That wasn’t a sound he’d heard in a long time. Or perhaps this was the first time he’d stopped to actually listen.
He stared, for a moment, at the moon shining just over the top of a distant tree. Nights like this didn’t happen very often and when they did he really wished he had someone to pass the time with.
"The whole world's having a tough time"
Alias • noraHow'd you find us • I made you
Other characters • Rick Grimes
Other • Woot!
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