Rosita.

Lizzie... As in @BrutalBlindness? The girl running around downstairs? {under her breath} That's great.

-- able to get in and get home. @HamsMyBiscuits @PerfectColorMe @_AlwaysATarget

-- she exhaled, calculating her odds of being able to get in and out, or, more likely, being able to get intel back to the Post Office before she was captured and killed.} If... If I don't attract attention. If stay in the group, keep my head down. I should be --

-- and it had cost her half her face. She'd be damned if @FcknFriendly was hurting anyone else under her roof just because @LevelUpDead had the strength to turn him down.} Negan knows my face. {Lifting her gaze to @HamsMyBiscuits, already planning a run to the Outpost, --

-#Negan was a cruel, small man. The kind she'd known too many of before @EveryFineGrain and @HamsMyBiscuits. She'd stand up for both of them, without hesitation. Hell, for any of her group. @LevelUpDead had stood for @SoManyArrows instead of knuckling under to @FcknFriendly -

-- {The scrape of that thought hitting close to home, she looked away, jaw tight. How many times had she been pushed away, deemed worthy of nothing more than starring in some puta's wildest dreams, and, when she'd said no to making them come true, been left? Hurt? Alone. --

-- ball of her foot, she leaned back against the stucco, mind racing.} At least that bastard can't get to Thea and Daryl. {lifting a brow} After they gave him the slip, he's going to want payback. {muttering} A los hombres pequeños no les gusta que los rechacen. --

-- the factory that @ThornOfUmbrella had reduced to rubble slipped out, she stilled, scrubbing a hand over her face.} He'll come for it. For /us/. We're not ready. We don't know how many people he has left, what kind of weapons he's got... {Pivoting on the --

We need to be ready. {Irritated, she started to pace, heavy door to spartan wall, passing back and forth in front of @HamsMyBiscuits.} This place. It's /home/. It's safe. Eugene, it's a goddamn sanctu... {Lips clamping shut before that word, @FcknFriendly's word for --

Yeah... Really /really/ not pregnant. {muttering} Geez. Really didn't need help to make things awkward around here. Gracias por eso, la tv me.

You know, when @HamsMyBiscuits stops running his mouth? He's okay. Pretty much entirely. {under her breath} As long as there's no puking. #TWD

Sitting tall for a snake in the grass, Gregory... #TWD

{wonders if that /kid/ is planning on returning my hat?} #iSeeYouEnid #TWD

-- silent want in her own for /this/ guy, @FcknFriendly's foot soldier to have some spine, to not let her down. Please.} Negan comes for this place... Will we get any warning? @Pretzels_n_Beer

-- table between them.} Here's how it goes. I ask you questions. You answer. You tell me the truth, this room gets a lot more comfortable. You lie, and I take my knife and put it somewhere you've only imagined. {Working her jaw, she held @Pretzels_n_Beer's gaze, a --

-- stepped inside, dark eyes fixed like a laser sight on @Pretzels_n_Beer, brow arching at the sight of a fresh shiner.} {dryly} Making new friends? {Lips twisting in a rueful smile, she crossed to #Dwight, unceremoniously plunking a glass of cool water on the --

-- What was she expecting to come from this? Some spectacular epiphany to prove that @Pretzels_n_Beer wasn't a damn snake in the grass? How likely was that? The burn of resentment over a thousand disappointments bubbling in her gut, she pushed the door open and --

{Muttering a string of profanities as she strode down the corridor, keeping her head down to avoid giving the cameras any more of a view than she absolutely had to, she made her way to @Pretzels_n_Beer's door and stopped, jaw tight. The hell was she doing? --

And I've got yours. {quietly} That's what family does for each other. #TWD xitter.cf/PragmaticHope/status/9…