Well, here goes. Hello new fandom! I've come to TWD fandom because I, like many of you, are obsessed with this show. One thing I feel like I need to fix, though, is Andrea. I never really liked her from the beginning, but I loved her sister. Amy had a tragic end, and now Andrea is off with the Big Bad. This is a little story of what it would have been like if Amy survived.

I also have issues with pairing odd couples together. It's a thing I do.

I do not own The Walking Dead. This picks up on "Wildfire", but is the start of an alternative universe. After "TS-19", I'll move onto the sequel in this, which is an AU of season two.

How You Remind Me- Chapter One: Wildfire

Amy needed a moment to herself. Last night, the twenty-four-year-old almost lost her life. Had it not been for her suddenly quick reflexes, she never would have dodged that walker. Instead, it would be her body Daryl and the others would be burying, not Andrea's. Andrea had been the hero of the night, and had jumped in to save her sister when Amy let out that first blood-curdling scream. Every other adult jumped into action, but not the college student. She was frozen with fear as she watched her sister get her throat ripped out instead of her.

Among all of the other bodies—walkers and humans alike, some part of Amy was being buried right alongside her sister. She didn't care that today was her birthday; none of that mattered anymore, not without Andrea there. The young girl just hoisted herself up on her perch by the fire pit and watched everyone work around her.

As far as she was concerned, Amy considered with a rough sigh, she was a sorry excuse for a human being. No wonder why she and Andrea were so estranged at times. The college student was pretty convinced that she would hate herself too, (she practically already does, but this was beside the point).

Rick put away his walkie-talkie and glanced around at his group—what was left of it, anyways, and scuffed his shoe into the ground repeatedly. He took everything close to heart; when they lost a member of their group, it was like losing a family member. Well, everyone except for Ed. That guy was more trouble than what he was worth, even Rick had to admit. And, right now, Shane was starting to really get on the police officer's nerves.

The father's blue eyes stopped directly on a sulking Amy. The poor girl had been through a lot. If something had ever happened to Lori or Carl—especially if one of them sacrificed themselves for him, Rick wouldn't know how to deal, either.

He buried a hand inside of his pocket, feeling around for the mermaid necklace intended for the young blonde. As Andrea lay dying, her last wish was for Rick to take care of her baby sister. She spent the last of her energy handing the necklace over to the deputy. He had just pocketed it before Amy, who was curled up with her sister on the ground, could see.

Rick was an honest man; he would do whatever he could to make sure that Amy was safe. The policeman padded over to the girl in question and crouched down next to her, blue eyes locking in an instant. "Hey," he started, his voice close to a rasp.

Amy looked up at Rick, tears prickling her eyes. "I'm fine. No need to check up on me." The twenty-four-year-old gave him a half smile, one that was obviously forced.

"You sure about that?" Rick asked, giving her a look. "'Cause you know that cops read body language really well."

The blonde girl just shrugged, her locks bouncing out of the bun she had her hair tied up in. "I dunno much right about now, Rick..." she stared off into space, her bright blue eyes swimming with tears.

"Your sister wouldn't want you to be suffering like this, Amy. Things happen; we live, we grieve, and we die," the deputy pulled the necklace out of his pocket and showed it to the college student. "I know it seems tough right now, but life goes on."

Amy looked at the mermaid charm as the cop settled her present into the palm of her hand. "What's this?" she asked quietly, tears rolling down her pale cheeks. The only one who knew that she had a thing for mystical creatures like this was—

"It's a gift from your sister. This is what she handed me right before she died. Andrea wanted you to have this on your birthday," Rick told her, sparing her a weak smile.

The blonde shakily brought the clasps to fasten around her neck. She mouthed a thanks to the deputy before her as she let her hands fall back down to her lap again. "I—I miss her so much, and it's just the morning after…"

The police officer glanced up at her and placed his hand on her knee. "I wish I could say it'll get better Amy; it'll get easier to deal with, but it'll never be better."

Amy nodded mutely and, before she knew it, she was sobbing her heart out. Rick took his arms around her and rocked her as gently as he could. The two of them stayed like that for a few minutes, just until the blonde could calm down again.

"Have—have they buried my sister yet?" She hiccupped, suddenly breaking out of the embrace.

"I—I don't know, honestly. I've been busy trying to get through to someone on this walkie-talkie," he glanced down at it from where he had it hooked to his belt loop. "Damn thing is starting to become really unreliable."

Amy burst into giggles, showing her more child-like characteristics. Rick couldn't keep a smile off of his face after that. He was glad whenever he could make someone laugh, especially in dire situations like these. He didn't even suspect that it had to do with the promise that he was sworn to uphold.

The college student just smiled admirably up at him. Rick was a sweet guy, he really was. And, frankly, it didn't hurt that he was easy on the eyes, either. She knew that he was off-limits for sure, but that didn't mean that she couldn't befriend him. After all, in the apocalypse, sometimes it was good to have friends in high places.

"I'm gonna go say goodbye to my sister, then," Amy told Rick, abandoning her perch with a feeling of dread settling into the pit of her stomach.

The deputy just squeezed her shoulder as she walked by. "You're not alone in this, Amy."

She tried to keep the blush from showing as it spread across her cheeks. Lori was liable to kill them both in their sleep if she even suspected. Of course, then there was the confusion with Shane. When they first met up, the college student honestly thought that Shane and Lori was an actual couple; it made sense, didn't it?

Maybe she was just crazy. Amy just pushed on towards the truck where Daryl, T-Dog, and Glenn were piling burnt bodies onto the truck bed. It was a sad, tearful, goodbye, but at least it was over with.

Reviews would be super awesome, you guys! This is my first Walking Dead fanfic, so lemme know if you wanna see more! Especially with Amy/Rick or Daryl/Carol is another one of my favs.