A/N: So here I am now, presenting a story for The Walking Dead and I feel proud for making it! It's one of my favorite live-action shows, and Andrea is one of my favorite characters, so I decided to have the story directed to her, and also Dale, but I'm not much into Andrea x Dale, so it's mostly focused on her and it's especially because I felt bad when Amy died. : (
Alright, hope you all enjoy it
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She hated this, she hated every moment about it. This damn zombie apocalypse, she couldn't take it any more. Her sister, Amy, was gone now and she didn't know what to do. She thought of dying at first, due to her depressing-filled feelings, but due to Dale, who happened to form a close bond with her, convinced her not to when she and the other survivors went to the CDC. Afterwards, Andrea changed her mind and realized that her team meant more to her than death.
But either way, she still thought the same, "It's like they don't understand."
Due to the mutual relationship, Dale was always there for both Andrea and Amy during the apocalypse, and was always there for her whenever she needed him. But now that Amy was dead, she didn't know what to feel or do anymore. She still liked Dale, but she didn't know how to feel about or around anyone else, and not to mention, she still felt upset that Dale refused to die with her when they were back at the CDC since she was forced to save him from the building's explosion. However, after he admitted that he feels that he saved her, she felt a little better.
But once again, she couldn't help, but feel the same thing, "It's like they don't understand."
She honestly didn't care about the group anymore, even if Dale was right because he was the only one that was close to her still, but she wanted to leave; thanks to the pressure the apocalypse was giving her. Earlier, she asked Shane if she could leave the group with him after she saw him fighting with Lori since he was planning to leave too, but only on his own record. Hell, she even got into a heated argument with Dale because he once again brought up the fact that when they were back at the CDC, he admitted that he was claiming his decision to stay with her, and deprived her of the choice to end her life on her own terms.
"Well, you know what," the angst blonde chick said, "it's like none of them understand anymore. Not even Dale." After a second of saying this, Andrea ran off in angst and pain.
She kept running and running until she made it to a river that was filled with dirt and gunk due to the walker apocalypse. Once she got to the river, Andrea fell to her knees in agony. She wanted to die, she wanted to die so damn much. She missed Amy, she missed her sister, her best friend, the only family she had left; but now she was gone because their last location was attacked by those goddamn zombies and she saw her only family member die right in front of her. In addition, the worst part was that Amy had to sacrifice herself which was the saddest part for Andrea. All of these depressing memories made her suffer even more as the days went by and she just wanted to die right then, right now.
"Please," The miserable blonde cried, "I just want to be with her again."
"Don't think I already forgot about this, 'cause I didn't." A voice spoke up and spooked Andrea a bit.
The blonde turned around and saw Dale with bewilderment in her expression. The calm, old man must've followed her and knew that she was coming here as she felt he sensed it. Hell, she would've not been surprised if the old man had telepathy and knew where she was or what she was doing. But due to her angst, she just spoke to him simply.
"You followed me, huh?" Dale nodded.
"Had to," he calmly spoke. "I knew you were still upset about Amy and I didn't want you hurt." This comment made the blonde feel even more suffering.
"Yeah well, you're the last of my worries." Andrea spitted out at him with misery in her voice.
As she began to stomp away, Dale quickly caught up to her and grabbed her by the wrist; thus causing her to turn around with bitterness in her face.
"Whoa, whoa," the old man was now frustrated with his ally. "I am not finished with you yet."
Andrea herself was getting even angrier the more Dale held onto her wrist. She attempted to pull back, but her grandfather-like figure was too strong.
"Oh yeah," the blonde shot back with despair. "Well, I'm through with this!" The upset woman once more tried to pull away, but the man holding onto her was not having it.
"Look," Dale began to speak disappointedly, "You can be upset, frustrated, pissed off at the world all you want, young lady," the much older man then started to look deeper into Andrea's eyes, "but that does not excuse your actions and how you're feeling or reacting right now."
Now the gloves were really off, Andrea finally felt her blood boil and her face turned hot red.
"Oh yeah, and you didn't feel the same about her when she died? About Irma?!"
Hearing the mention of his dead wife, Dale did his best not to feel unsettled, but he was also bothered by the fact that his own teammate would make such a comparison like that. Regardless, wanting to find a way to make peace with her, the pacifist old man calmly took a deep breath and tried again.
"Me losing Irma may not have not been the same as losing Amy, but it did affect me in the same way." Andrea argued again.
"Yeah, not like she was your only family member left!" Dale glared at his young ally.
"Actually, she was." He scoffed, which caused the young blonde lady to look up at him in curiosity. Instead of choosing to be angry with her, the retired old man decided to sit down in the dirt with a calm state of mind. All Andrea could do was simply stare at him in a peculiar way.
"Come on, sit." Dale politely ordered, in which Andrea did without hesitation.
"Dale, what," the blonde questioned but the grandparent-like expy shushed her.
"Before the apocalypse began, Irma and I planned to have a family at one point." Dale then looked at Andrea deep into her eyes. "We were hoping for twins; either identical or fraternal; either boys or girls."
"But we weren't," The blonde-haired young woman said, but Dale cut her off.
"Twins or not, we still couldn't care who our children were, because we'd still love them regardless." The senior citizen gleefully smiled. Andrea replied with only a nod.
"However," Dale continued. "The moment she got pregnant, it was also the beginning of a tragedy." All Andrea could do was quietly gasped, knowing where the so-called tragedy would lead to.
"After her pregnancy began, we did our very best to prepare ourselves to become parents." Dale now began to tell his origin story before the apocalypse started.
"We went to various doctors such as pediatricians for the baby's health, even a child psychiatrist just in case our future offspring had any difficulties in later life." The more the young woman with blonde hair and blue eyes heard the origin story, the more intrigued she was.
"We went to every doctor that could help with children," the man in the bucket hat began to lift up a smile; unfortunately it could only last a few more seconds until it began to fade.
"Eventually, times would change for the worst of us." Andrea was now getting concerned.
"What happened to her, Dale?" The person mentioned had to take a deep breath before he could go on.
"One day, Irma went into labour, a lot earlier than we expected. As we got to the hospital, when she was put in the gurney, made her way into the room," Dale was doing his best to hold back as much water works as he can, yet a few tears still fell out of his eyes.
"She miscarried, didn't she Dale?" Andrea asked in both a curious, yet heartbreaking tone. All Dale could do was simply nod with the most depressing look on his face. Andrea later reached in for a hug.
"Dale, I am so sorry. I didn't know." Dale reciprocated the hug.
"All I remember was the blood between her legs, the tears crawling down her face, and finally, the doctor looking at me in the most remorseful way ever." The old man took a little break to catch his breath and wipe his eyes.
"The worst part was seeing the poor fetus; all dead and completely lifeless."
Andrea concluded. "It's like a part of you went away, and you couldn't get it back." Dale once more nodded in response.
"She was so traumatized by her experience, we made the agreement to never try again."
"Because she was scared to repeat it." Andrea finally understood the pain and trauma behind Dale; therefore, she felt a little more sympathetic.
The depressed blonde politely asked. "How long did it take for you to move on?" Dale stood quietly for ten seconds until he took a big sigh and answered.
"It took me a while; Almost about a month maybe." The elder man explained. "You know, every night, I still have dreams about her."
Andrea raised her eyebrow, "Like what, her coming down from Heaven?"
"Her saying that she misses me, that I hope I keep going, that I don't give up, and keep fighting." The old man and blonde woman both finished the last part together.
"That's what mama said to us both before she passed." The young woman finally began to finally realize the error of her ways. Looking straight into the eyes of her mentor, Andrea threw her arms around Dale and broke down. Dale, however, thankfully knew what his student meant, politely nodded, hugged her back, and did his best to comfort her.
"Dale, I'm so sorry." The young blonde cried.
"Anything else?" He kindly asked.
Andrea sobbed. "I also miss her, and mama; and daddy too." The blonde kept tearing up. "But I know she would want me to keep going, and," Andrea paused for a minute, and then finally, she broke down in hysterics. "Keep fighting!"
Dale smiled big and told his blonde member that it was going to be okay.
"Missing her is one thing, but wanting to die for her is something else." Andrea kept sobbing and taking deep breaths in between until twenty minutes later, her face and eyes both looked red and messy. Later, Dale did a quick stretch in order to help him get back on his feet. Reaching out a hand to her, he then asked if his ally was ready to go back to the campsite.
"Now, I don't know about you, but I'm ready to go back and keep fighting. Are you?"
Andrea took a while to finally answer, but she happily smiled and grabbed his hand in return. The blonde finally understood: She understood that it was okay to feel guilt, it's okay to be hurt, it's especially okay to still have trauma; but, it was also okay to move on and be strong. Not just for loved ones, deceased or not, but for yourself.
AN: Oh wow, I'm incredibly sorry that this one was a short one. I honestly never knew how short it was until after I got done proofreading it. ^^; Another reason why it's so short is because I made this around the time I got into TWD and now it's almost close to ending. What a big oops for me.
Anyways, I hope you all enjoy. Please remember to like, favorite, and comment!