Daryl's POV:
"Rosita, get in the position." Rick said looking at her. She looked at me in a brief second before she jumps out of the truck.
Then Tara and I got out of the truck and we stood in front of the gates.
"I'll signal you." Rick told us and handed us more bombs.
We started to wait for Rick and Michonne because they were going to set up bombs into the sanctuary.
I looked over to Rosita, she was there, standing and holding her gun. Even when held up in a pony tail, her beautiful hair swayed with the wind.
The pain in my heart grew.
She shouldn't been here.
I felt like I needed to say something to her, but the words stayed choked in my throat when I saw Negan and the whole Saviors.
I glanced at Rosita one more time. If I die today, I'll die after seeing her one last time, no matter how short it was.
Rosita's POV:
It's a scary thought. I could die; now, or five minutes from now, or half an hour, or how long it takes before our group kneels down.
The sound of the blasts and gunshots roared in my ears as we started to shoot toward them. This group and Alexandria deserves all the help, and I'm going to give it my all. I am doing this for the new world, and for this group -my family.
And of course, for him.
"NOW!" Rick shouted. We all separated to attack the Saviors.
"We're gonna set 'em on fire!" Maggie yelled and I pushed the button we set for the fire explosion.
Within minutes, the whole gates, fences and half of the sanctuary was on fire. I looked over at the smoke and I fired my gun at the Saviors. Blood squirted out to the ground with each one I killed.
Then I saw him. Negan.
He was trying to run to his truck, he wasn't even fighting back. An anger and hate filled every being of my body, and without thinking, I started to run toward him. The rush of adrenaline had me pushing so hard my legs screamed in protest as pain coursed through them.
"Rosita-!" I heard Daryl but I didn't turn back to him, I hid behind a car. It was hard to see anything because of the smoke, and all of the shot voices and ashes watered my eyes but I aimed my weapon toward him.
I tried to control my breathing. My heart was racing and the gun in my hand was getting impatient now. And I raised my arm until I feel the metal against my temple, and I pulled the trigger.
