@f0rds // rosita & abraham. ♡
lips part in DISGUST as she looks down at her shirt, now SMEARED with walker blood. not from a kill, but from abraham’s own hand. she looks up towards him, and then reaches out to PUNCH his arm. she’s ANNOYED, but the corner of her lips twitch upward in a slight SMILE. she’s still mad at him, but in reality it wasn’t that SERIOUS, which is why a certain amount of amusement was peeking through. ❝ you’re an ASSHOLE, you know that? ❞ she scoffs, pulling a rag from her back pocket. ❝ you know you could’ve ASKED for a rag instead of using my SHIRT. now i have to find a new one. do you know how HARD it is to find good looking clothes that aren’t dirty or full of holes? ❞