Hello! It's been awhile since I uploaded a fic here, but I thought I'd give Amamda, the OC who I have tried countless times to write a final chance to shine. She's been the biggest idea in my head for a long time, so I thought I would giver her another shot. I won't be uploading chapter two until I get two reveiws telling me what you think. Also, I'm sit of debating weather or not to kill off Amy. I really want her to have a bromance type thing with Glenn. But I also want to keep the story as canon as possible, and there are already characters I know I'm not killing off. Anyways, let me know what you think!
Disclaimer: I do not own TWD,just the plot and Amanda.
My dad had been right all of those times when he tried convincing me to do cross country. Of corse I didn't want to, I'm a singer not a runner. But singing doesn't come in handy much anymore. Running does, though. I'm always out of breath. At the moment, I'm running through the woods of the quarry. Swear drips down my face and I pant so hard. My throat feels like it's bleeding and I know that no matter how fast I try to run, he'll catch my anyway.
"Tag! You're it!" Shouts Carl Grimes, my best friend since I was a baby. His fingertips barely brush my spine, right between my shoulder blades. I turn quickly and try to reach out to get him back. "No tag backs!" He yells, running back deeper into the woods.
Luckily, to my right I here a girlish giggle and a sush. Smirking, I quickly maneuver my way towards the sound and tag Sophia on the shoulder. Eliza bolts to the left, and I to the right, both of us whooping and hollering like wild people, ignoring Sophia's complaints.
"Aw no fair!" She whines, "Amanda heard me giggle!"
I laugh as I run in Carl's direction, trying to remember which way it was that he'd gone.
"Psst, Amanda!" I look up, and there Carl is, sitting in a tree.
I smile and scamper up after him in complete silence.
"Good idea," I whisper.
He smirks proudly in response.
We sit in silence for a while, straining our ears to here the shouting and crunching footsteps of our companions. They come closer, calling our names.
"Carl!" Shouts Eliza's brother, Louis.
"Amanda!" Shout Sophia and Eliza herself.
I look at Carl, silently asking him if we should give up and come down.
He shakes his head.
"Hey, there they are!" Louis shouts, "Carl and Amanda sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!"
"First comes love," the girls join in, "Then comes marriage, and here they come with a baby carriage."
Carl and I turn red. "Shut up you guys!" He yells.
They all laugh, "Come on, it's time for dinner!" Sophia informs.
Carl and I jump out of the tree and begin to follow the rest of the kids to camp.
My sister Amy greets me with a hug when I get back to camp.
"Any news from Andrea?" I ask her.
"Nothing yet," she sighs.
Yesterday, my biggest sister Andrea went with Eliza and Louis' dad, T-Dog, Jaqui, Merle Dixon, and Glenn to Atlanta to find supplies. Dale had been on the roof of his RV all day trying to get a signal from them.
I sigh with Amy. I've been told time and time again that I look a lot like my sister. Blond hair, slim nose, plump lips. My eyes are definitely more like Andrea's, but if you didn't know Andrea was my sister you couldn't have guessed. It's funny how spaces out our parents had all of us. Andrea and I are 25 years apart, while Amy and I are 13 years apart. Maybe once I get older, I'll look more like Andrea. Maybe Amy will, too.
From what my dad used to say, I act more like Andrea. Andrea is tough and smart. Street smart and book smart. I went to New York last year, and now I cross the street without looking both ways. Andrea laughed when I asked her if that counted as being street smart, and she said she didn't think so. But I think it counts. Carl does, too.
Carl and me have been best friends ever since I was born. Andrea and Carl's mom, Lori, are best friends. I was born a month after Carl, so he is both my first and longest friend. And best, but I said that already.
I've been attached at the hip with Carl Grimes my whole entire life. Anywhere he went, I went. Anything I did, he did. That's just the way it was. Last month his father was shot on the job. I remember coming out of school with him that day, and in the distance I could see Andrea and Lori standing together, along with family friend Shane Walsh. The three of them looked pale and shaky. Carl waved to his mom, seemingly unfazed by her bizarre stance. I grabbed his wrist and looked at him, motioning with my eyes to where the three adults stood. He caught on, also developing a worried look on his face. It seemed like hours before we reached them. Lori took Carl aside and Andrea told me the news. Tears brimmed in my eyes and I looked at Carl, who was beginning to cry. I ran to him, wrapping him in big hug. I pulled away, touching our foreheads together. Shane put an arm around Lori and one around Carl, and told Andrea to meet them at the hospital.
In the week after Rick Grimes had been shot, Carl and I formed a new level of friendship and trust. I never left his side for a moment. To be honest, I didn't have a choice. Andrea never left Lori's side either. I found myself wondering if Carl and I would be friends for the rest of our lives just like them. Maybe we would get married. I used to roll my eyes and gag at the thought, but it made sense. I couldn't imagine myself being happy with anybody else. And it wasn't that I like-liked Carl. It was just that he was my most favorite person in the whole entire world.
I doubt it matters anymore. After the world as I knew it fell to pieces, I doubted I would get married to anyone.
All of a sudden, a loud alarm pulls me out of my thoughts.
"Talk to me, Dale!" Shane yells.
"Can't tell yet," the old man says back.
"Is it them? Are they back?" Amy asks.
"Stolen car," Dale decides.
I climb on top of Shane's jeep, and sure enough a red sports car comes rushing along the quarry rode. It comes to a halt at the camp site and Glenn jumps out.
"Where's Andrea? Is she with you? Is she alive?" Amy asks frantically.
"Turn that damn thing off!" Shane yells.
"Don't know how!" Glenn shouts back.
"IS SHE OKAY?" Amy screams.
"Yes! She's fine. Everyone is." Glenn puts his hands up in surrender.
Sure enough, a truck pulls up behind the stolen sports car. Andrea runs out, and Amy and I run to her, crying. It feels good to be in the arms of my older sister again. She kisses my head.
After we finish our hug, Andrea looks up at Lori.
"Hey, Lo," she calls, "I brought you a present."
In what feels like slow motion, Rick Grimes gets out of the truck. Carl reacts first, yelling "Dad!" And runs to his father. Rick breaks down and Lori comes running after Carl, crying as well.
At this point, everybody is crying. After Rick hugs his family, he hugs me and Amy and Shane. He looks so pale and frail, but so strong at the same time.
Carl hugs me as well, and I think that maybe things are looking up.