It has been safe at Alexandria for 3 days nothing no fight walkers nothing. Rsoita was on her porch shaping her life when she noticed Daryl working on his bike. They'd never been particularly close. They fought alongside each other, watched each other's backs, and occasionally exchanged a few words. That was about it. Until today. Daryl looked over at her. "You comin'?" Rosita stopped sharpening her knife. "Where?" "Run." She looked at his bike, then back at him. "Thought you liked going alone." "I do." "Then why ask me?" Daryl shrugged. "Could use the company." Rosita stared at him for a second. That was new. She stood, slipped her knife into its sheath, and walked toward him. "Fine." Daryl nodded and started the bike. Neither of them knew that this run was going to change things between them. Not immediately. Not in some perfect, romantic way. But slowly. One conversation at a time. One secret at a time. Until somewhere between surviving the dead and surviving each other, Rosita Espinosa and Daryl Dixon found something neither of them thought they would ever have again.