A quick one-shot about Andrea losing Amy; so many TWD fans dislike Andrea (she has made a lot of mistakes, I agree!) but let's just remember what she has been through.

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Custard creams dipped in coffee, the smell of lemon toilet bleach, a hot bubble bath, an expensive manicure; all the things Andrea missed. She would do anything to get those creature comforts back, anything.

She missed her sister the most; that was the most agonizing pain that throbbed inside of her very being most days. Some days, she would be so busy around camp that she wouldn't have time to think of Amy. Those were the good days, the most bearable days.

She constantly thought of killing herself in the first days of losing Amy. She had decided to stay and be blown up at the CDC, but Dale had dragged her out of the building with emotional blackmail. They had made it just in time, as the building was engulfed in flames and crumbled to the floor like a kicked over sandcastle. She wasn't happy to be alive, but she was in some way glad that she hadn't died either. She was still trying to forgive Dale for taking away her choices, she was getting there with the old man, who was just too nice and caring for his own good.

She was doing it again, thinking things over. She needed to get off her sorry ass and get some work done, rid her head of the painful memories for a while as she worked. She just couldn't drag herself away from her thoughts drowning her head.

Why Amy? She was just a kid.

The pain was hard to explain, it was true that only those who had experienced the loss of a loved one could truly know how it felt.

This was no use to Andrea though, as not many knew what it felt like to watch a corpse sink its teeth into their loved one's neck, ripping the flesh away with such ease. Not many people had to do that, and then wait for their loved one to reanimate, into one of those things. She had watched her baby sister's eyes reopen; she saw her clouded white eyes stare into her tear stained ones. She had heard the rasping growl escaping the girl's throat as her mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. Her voice was there, but now she only spoke hungry growls. She felt Amy's cold arms glide up her body, touching her face then wrapping them around her, almost like she was trying to embrace her older sister, like she was trying to say goodbye. Andrea kept hold of that thought, hoping that was the case, that Amy had known it was her.

The corpse of her sister then proceeded in trying to bite her, she pressed the gun to Amy's head, holding her close and pulled the trigger.

Then she was gone, properly gone. She was dead to the world and away from this derelict, death ridden earth.

Andrea envied her sometimes, knowing she was gone and at peace. She wanted that for herself, but she also wanted to live and fight against this rotting hell they were in. She wanted to fight in her sister's memory.

She wiped the tears from her cheeks and kissed the battered photo, Amy's wide, youthful smile beaming up from the paper.

"I love you." She whispered with a small smile on her lips.

The pain never went away; she just had to make room for it.