-A Time Before Now-

-PainfulPassings-

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THIRD PERSON POV

Getting into the R.V turned into a distant memory for the group, and the tag team of two cars followed shortly behind as they managed down the road. Blake was sitting up front with Rick, while Daryl tried his best not to stare at her too much.

And in the end, he distanced himself. Taking the booth with his back turned, as Rick turned to Blake, he knew that one fatal part of the mission is still unexplained.
So he asked, only making her smirk so devily towards him.

"Whichever walker works best." She sang, and most of the R.V heard her plan from before, so now it just clicked. And it didn't stop Daryl from smirking at the thought of her coming up with that.

"Sweet cheeks pissed at you or something?" Abe spoke, eyeing Daryl directly in the face as he said his direct thought. He was the type of man to do that, and Dixon was the type of man to hate it.
"Yeah...Or somethin'." He spoke, turning back to see why the vehicle was coming to a stop.

Along with a car horn.

The quick exit of everyone from the cars came at point. Rick shouted out orders as Blake held the assault rifle firmly in her hands walking alongside Rick in wait. But she had no part of the mission other than to stand back and give orders that need to be spoken.

"Why are you riding bench?" Rosita spoke, coming out of nowhere as Blake turned back a bit. Seeing the women emerge from behind the car.

She wasn't necessarily prepared for questions, let alone from anyone not from the original group so this came as a shock. "Got enough people in the building."

"That why Daryl's keeping his distance?"
She questioned, and although she didn't mean for it to come out so bitchy. It struck her still as odd as to why she cared so much. This young girl wouldn't.

"More to it than that," Blake confessed, so that's when Rosita took a position beside her. Leaning against the truck's front and let out a sigh.

"Don't really want to bring anyone else into my mess..." 

"Yeah, but it affects us too. You not going in with us." She's right, Blake knows she's right. Making her bring her hand to her head as she tries to sooth her temples.

"Abraham broke up with me." She blurted out, but that was a given. Rosita could never hold something in like that, nor could she try and deny the hatred she has for Morgan. Or the hatred she has for Carol in keeping this dividend little secret from the rest of the group.

"What? Why?" Blake questioned, slightly curious as to why the longterm couple decided to end it. "Said he thought I was the last women on earth..."

"Why haven't you beat his ass yet?" She pondered, thinking how she'd react to Daryl doing that to her.

But when Rosita connected her gaze towards Blake, she couldn't help but smile at the response. "That's what you'd do?" Now the question really rang through Blake's mind.

And so she turned over to face her just a bit more, or rather sat on top of the car as she let out a hefty breath.

"I knew Daryl a long time ago when we were younger. We broke up too."

"How'd that go?" "I stuck the barrel of a pistol into his gut." She said it so nonchalantly that it took Rosita a double take to understand that she wasn't lying.

That she was telling the truth.

"That bad huh?"

"Worse. Yelling, screaming. We didn't talk until this fucking thing came to...That's part of the reason he's mad." And again, she wasn't lying all that much, Just enough to make Rosita understand that men are a whole other dynamic that women can't begin t understand.