She should have known better than to think that day was actually going to be a good one.

That was the first thought to cross her mind as soon as she walked out her door and saw him sitting on her porch, apparently waiting for her.

"Where the hell were you?" His tone, too demanding for her taste made her roll her eyes as she breathed slowly in.

Yes, she should have known better.

After all it has always been like that for her, and since she could remember every single time she woke up feeling like things were going great, something would come up with to make her regret the thought.

She and her little sister even came up with a name for the whole thing on their teenage years, la mala suerte, because the same way it affected her, it seemed to affect the whole Espinosa clan.

It has been an inside joke even when they firmly believed it was a curse, a childish superstition brewed inside their inner circle, but now as an adult she wondered if she was really cursed.

Take that day for instance, after sleeping pass noon and feeling more than refreshed, she has gotten out of bed with a genuine smile on her face. It was something she couldn't control because the first thing to cross her mind as soon as her eyes opened was Daryl and the night they had.

She knew it was silly for her to feel like that but like stated before, it wasn't something she could help, because as much as she didn't want to make a big deal out of it, the fact was that she got more than what she bargain for when it came to their time together.

Yes, she has hoped to get good results when she decided to pay him a visit the night before, and the results were more than satisfactory. He even agreed to see her that night again and considering his elusive nature that was a small victory for her.

He was probably doing it just for the sexual aspect of it, but if that was the only way she could get to him then so be it. It wasn't like she didn't enjoy it anyway, she actually liked it more than what she probably should.

So yes, he was the reason she woke up in a good mood, but it was when she walked to her window to take a look out that she totally jinxed it.

It has been an innocent observation she had when she saw the clear blue sky and the sun shining all over. 'It's going to be a good day.'

And it wasn't like she thought of la mala suerte when the opinion crossed her mind; no, the old myth of the curse only came back to her as soon as her eyes fell on Spencer as she stepped outside.

"Well?" He said, raising his hands and looking at her questioningly as if she actually owned him an explanation.

"Go home Spencer, don't make this go awkward." She said walking down the steps of her porch.

Following her, he snorted. "So that's it then, you going to be with Daryl fucking Dixon now?"

She didn't reply and just kept walking, her features displaying how annoyed she was getting.

"I saw you go to him last night so tell me, are you going to use him the same way you used me? And who would be next on your list, because that's what you are trying to do right, sleep with the entire male population of Alexandria?"

Twisting her lips and clenching her fists, she turned to him. "Listen to this very carefully because I won't repeat it; what I do and with whom I do it is not of your concern. So why don't you find a little dignity in your pathetic insignificant life and just leave me the hell alone."

She was fuming, not only because of what he said, but also because he was apparently following her and even questioning what she was doing.

It only added more fuel into her already sour mood when he didn't do as she said but just stood there as if thinking on a reply.

And to think she had thought the man was sweet

"Pathetic? That's funny because last I heard from you it was when you agreed to have dinner with me. I wasn't pathetic back then."

Rolling her eyes at the fact that he wasn't quitting, she lifted her hand and scratched the back of her head. "Seriously, just drop it."

"You are going to regret this, Rosita. You, Daryl… even Rick. All your group ever did when coming here was screw us over and I'm tired of it."

With that said, he turned his back to her and walked away.

Scoffing, she shook her head incredulously as she watched him leave.

"Well, you sure know how to pick them."

At the sound of the familiar voice she closed her eyes and shook her head. "You have to be kidding me." She mumbled to no one in particular.

Because really, if this wasn't a curse then she didn't know what it was.

"Seems to me you only just go for the assholes."

Pushing her upper teeth with the tip of her tongue she turned to him. He was resting against the wall of one of the houses, not quite far from her but not too near either, and as he stared at her she saw that he was smoking a cigar.

She has always hated those damn things. "Yeah, apparently."

With that said she made to walk away because this really was an encounter she didn't want to have. Not that day, not ever.

"So it was true then, first Spencer and now Daryl."

She laughed, not really believing this was happening to her. But because she wanted to make things clear with him once and for all, she walked to him and got close enough to smell the smoke of his cigar.

"I don't see how that concerns you."

"It doesn't. But somehow it does too."

She crossed her arms to her chest and blinked a couple of times, the smile on her face as fake as a three dollar bill. "So how's Sasha?"

He snorted. "I asked first, was it Spencer and then Daryl?"

"Fuck you Abraham." She said and with one of her infamous roll of her eyes she swirled on her feet to leave.

"You know, if I didn't know any better I would think you are trying so very hard to fill up my shoes."

Her lips curved into a smirk. "And if I didn't know any better I would say you weren't able to fill up mine." With that said she flipped him off and walked away.

Feeling better already now that she got the last word when it came to Abraham, she walked to the gate. She walked with a confident pace until she got there.

Her intention was to take over guard duty, after all she didn't have anything better to do and she has never been one to give into idleness.

It would keep her busy until nightfall which was a good thing, but what was even better, it would keep her from having any more weird encounters through her day.

She didn't want to talk to nobody else. With Spencer and Abraham was enough as they both drained her and annoyed her already.

The only person she didn't mind seeing was Daryl and since it was her the one that suggested they should met sometime during the night, she had to wait.

She didn't want to swamp him and really, that he agreed to see her after spending the night together was already more than what she had expected, and as Michonne told her, when it came to Daryl she needed to have patience.

So that was how she spent the next few hours. Monotonously waiting time to keep passing by and ignoring Eugene when he came by to say hi.

Now, that she ignored the man was half because she didn't want to be bothered and half because something in the distance caught her attention.

"Shut up, Eugene." She snapped from her place high on the gate as her former travel companion kept babbling about something that didn't really interest her.

Her eyes strained to see, but because it was still far she couldn't quite get what it was. She had to use the lens of her rifle to get a better look and when she saw what it was, she cussed.

"A truck is coming and it doesn't look like one of ours."

Always looking for a way out, Eugene quickly mumbled something about getting Rick and disappeared.

"It's not slowing down." She said to the man keeping the gate. She didn't know what was his name, only that it was one of the Alexandrians.

"It isn't?"

"Nope." In fact, it was approaching at great speed.

Keeping her watch through the lens, she heard Rick asking what was going on. He was probably with Michonne because she heard her ask the man at the gate something as well.

She didn't look though and didn't even reply, she was too concentrated and besides, the man was telling them already.

"Rosita, what's going on?" That was Rick. "I'm going up."

"It's going to crash against the gate." Once she came to that conclusion, she opened fire, trying to aim for the tires or maybe even the glass.

Soon after, Rick was with her and he opened fire as well.

"Shit." Their leader said when the truck kept coming. He barked some orders around and she could hear more people shooting as well, but she wasn't really paying attention.

Then, when the truck was near enough, whoever was on the passenger seat started to fire back as well.

It was the perfect opportunity because as he pushed his torso out the window, she managed to get a good shot to take him down.

It was all well, but before being hit he almost got the perfect shot at her as well. It just grazed her shoulder, but the impact made her loose her balance and she fell from the scaffold.

Now, the crash of hitting the ground knocked the wind out of her and for a few seconds that seemed to drag into an eternity, she wasn't able to breathe and she couldn't move.

The ability to breathe came first and she gasped, her eyes shutting and her back arching.

"Hey-"

She heard him and then she felt him, his hands were on her face and them to the back of her head and when she opened her eyes she saw concern in the blue of his eyes.

"I fell." She said stupidly and then snorted. Why she did that? She didn't know, but she felt slightly disoriented.

"Well no shit." He replied, lifting her off the ground and making her sit. "Can you stand?"

She nodded, but she made no attempt to. She just looked around to all the chaos that was unfolding.

The gate was busted open and half the fence was gone. There were some people she has never seen before firing at everything that moved and there were walkers too inside. She wondered how the hell did that happen.

"Daryl, I need you here!" The voice sounded like Rick's and turning her head to the man that was trying to get her to stand up, she blinked.

"Fuck off." Daryl shouted back and focused instead on Rosita.

"I'm okay." Once up she felt better, sore but nothing that was going to kill her. And when she checked her shoulder and corroborated that she was not shot even thought she was bleeding some, she nodded. "I'm okay. Where's my riffle?"

"You sure?" He asked and instead of replying with words she kissed his lips quickly.

"Yes." Her hand went to his cheek and he nodded. "Now go with Rick."

He seemed reluctant, but when she reached for the riffle and started to take down the walkers, he left to help Rick.

What happened next was something she unfortunately has lived many times before. People dying and screaming all around her no matter how fast she tried to prevent it.

It happened as if in slow motion and by the time she could see no more danger, the sound of many car horns started to come from outside.

As if in a dream she walked to where the gate used to be, taking relief in the fact that Daryl was there and apparently unhurt. Rick and Abraham were there as well and they were all looking at a man standing on top of a flatbed truck. The man, who has holding a bat that seemed wrapped in barb wire was smiling and she saw that Spencer was behind him.

Opening her mouth, she scoffed, her mind going back to when he told her she was going to regret it.

It was all she could think off and as the man introduced himself and presented his demands, which happened to be the surrender of Alexandria, Dwight, Sherry, a volunteer who he claimed was going to get killed as well as one who they were going to take with them, all she did was replay Spencer's words over and over like a broken disc in her head.

She wasn't aware of what was Rick's reply but whatever it was probably didn't please the man because soon after everything turned into a war zone again, only that this time the man Spencer has guided to their door was making Alexandria burn.

And through it all she just stood there. If it wasn't because Daryl grabbed her and made her get on his bike with him, she would have remained there and got herself killed in the crossfire.

She probably deserved that fate, because as Daryl sped off and she clung to him, all she could think was on how it was all her fault…

TBC

Short short chapter! Sorry about the mess, had to keep the story going.