It's a new fic, this time featuring Abraham and Rosita. It takes place during the most recent episode "The Distance". If you don't want spoilers, then you've come to the wrong fic. Anyways, enjoy!

If I say I "claimed" The Walking Dead, do you think Kirkman would just humor me or lock me up in a padded cell? Hmm. Okay. I own nothing.

Reconciliation

Sargent Abraham Ford knew that he had royally screwed up his relationship with Rosita as of late. She ignored him, for the most part. And that just wasn't like her. Sure, she sent him small smiles every now and then but there was just something behind that smile that the ginger survivor couldn't shake away. It must have been something he did. After all, he will admit that he had gone off the rocker after learning of Eugene's deceit.

Once the group had settled down for the night on their mission to head for Alexandria, Abraham took it upon himself to find his girlfriend and make it better. She had assured him that she didn't think he would hurt her, one of the biggest fears he harbored since everything went down with Eugene. But just what was going on between the two of them? Rosita avoided him for some reason; he had to know what that reason was. He was going to fix this if it was the last thing that he did. After all, she was pretty much the only solid thing he had in his life. Ain't no way he was losing her. Not after everything.

Abe found his girl leaned against a crate in the supply room, just staring into space. Her arms were crossed over her chest, and her eyes were closed. When she felt someone close in on her, Abraham was met with the chocolate brown eyes he had fallen for long ago.

"Hey," he mumbled, that crazy 'stache of his twitching slightly. "Got a sec to talk?" the Sargent asked, tilting his head to the side to watch her carefully. A ghost of a smile etched onto Rosita's face. Usually, this was the only contact he got from her anymore. He hated the feeling of her pulling away. That was why he was here.

The Hispanic survivor rose to her feet, motioning for him to follow her somewhere a little more private. Glenn and Maggie watched them suspiciously, but went right back to talking as if nothing happened. Rosita didn't want any one in their business. This was their problem to get through.

"Okay," Rose finally spoke, stepping into an office of sorts. She watched Abraham as he closed the door behind him, coming closer to her as she hopped up on the desk in the middle of the room. "You wanted to talk, right? So talk."

Sargent Ford clenched his fist once out of sheer nervousness. He quickly pulled himself together and plopped down in the beat-up computer chair by the desk. Said desk was pretty cluttered with supplies. Rosita had to push it all to the side in order to sit comfortably. "I know ya must think I've been an asshole lately…"

"Lately?" Rosita chuckled some. "You're always an asshole. But you're a lovable one so I just put up with it." That playful jab did lighten the mood some, but both of them knew it would take more than just a joke to fix the rift between them.

"Rosita…" Abraham began again, scooting the chair as close to his girlfriend as he could get. "I don't wantcha to pull away from me. What happened with Eugene—I lost my shit. Couldn't even think straight." He shook his head, grumbling a little under his breath.

"It's understandable why, Abe. There's no need to explain yourself." The black-haired woman wouldn't look into his eyes anymore. Instead, her eyes were fixated with her entwined fingers.

"Yeah, there is," the sergeant continued, reaching out to brush his hand against Rose's knee. "Babe, look at me." When he gained her eyes back on his, he laughed softly. "I don't even know how to say this, so 'M just gonna give it my best damn shot."

Rosita watched her boyfriend struggle with the right words. She missed this side of Abe. The side he reserved for her, and only her. Here lately, even she hadn't seen this side of him.

"You said that you weren't afraid I would hurt you," he paused, taking one hand and lacing his fingers through Rosita's. "Ya meant it, right?"

The Hispanic woman just nodded once, a sad smile creeping on her face. "Baby, of course. I just… didn't really like seeing that side of you," she admitted. "Eugene hurt me too. For a little while, I really couldn't trust anyone. That's why I just—vanished, I guess."

Abraham softly tugged on his woman's hand, easing her to sit on his lap. "You an' me have different ways o' dealin', that's fer damn sure." He gained her eyes on his once more, "if there's anyone in this damn world you can trust, it's me. Ya know that, don'tcha?"

"Yes," Rosita agreed, smiling back at the ginger before her. "I was in shellshock, I guess. Eugene had been with us for so long. We sacrificed so much, only to find out we were just chasing ghosts."

"I know," Sargent Ford mumbled, a growl vibrating in his throat. "And to think we're still tryin' ta keep his ass safe."

"No matter what, we couldn't have just abandoned him there. You and I both know that. Lies or no lies, he's still our companion. He's still family," the Hispanic woman supplied, keeping her voice just above a whisper.

"Still don't make it right, though," Abraham started. He was caught off guard when Rosita got up from his lap. He looked back at her in confusion, "where ya goin', Rose?"

"We should probably head back to the others. I'm sure they're wondering where we ran off to," Rose began, crossing her arms over her chest once more.

As she turned to leave, his mind was racing a mile a minute, trying to come up with something to make her want to stay. He could tell that she was starting to pull away, yet again. "For right now, let's just say fuck the rest o' 'em."

Rosita spun around on her heels to look back at Abraham, cocking up an eyebrow. "What are we going to do, then?"

"I don't know," Abraham admitted, coming up on the black-haired survivor once more. "Rose, I'll be better, I promise," he vowed, taking Rosita's face into the palm of his hands. Gently, he caressed her cheek. "I gotta do what it takes to keep you safe. To hell wit' e'eryone else." He kept his eyes on hers, not missing any expressions on her face. "It's jus' you. That's what the mission should have been long ago. Not waitin' on Eugene hand an' fuckin' foot."

The Hispanic survivor couldn't keep a smile off of her face, even if she wanted to. She leaned forward, mashing her lips against Abraham's. That's what she's been waiting to hear, even if she didn't know it beforehand. It was what she needed to hear. She held herself as close to him as possible and the sergeant just instinctively snaked an arm around her waist. Abraham didn't know that he would get this kind of reaction out of Rosita but damn if he wasn't glad he did.

She was his rock, and he was her safe house. And that's all that either of them really needed.

Other than the occasional roleplays, this is my first foray into Abrasita. How'd I do?