Hey ya'll! Here's a new story!

This takes place in "Tell It To The Frogs", before Rick and the others head back to Atlanta. Amy and Rick never interacted in the show, so this is how I think their first scene together could have gone.

I do not own The Walking Dead; I'm just the proud owner of the DVDs. Amy and Andrea's surname come from the Easter Egg in Survival Instinct.

Turning Tables- Chapter One: Play With Fire

Amy Harrison tried to do her best to find her place in this new, post-apocalyptic world. She missed her cell phone, and her computer, but she had her sister. And, somehow, that made it at least remotely better. The young blonde found it extremely ironic that it took something like the apocalypse to bring them together again. Of course, they were pretty sure that their parents were goners, so that was a major downer.

Ever since she, Andrea, and Dale got together with the other Atlanta survivors, things had been alright. Amy got to help the women with the cooking, cleaning, and the laundry. She liked babysitting Carl and Sophia, and she was making good friends with Carol and Jacqui.

Where her problem lay, however, was with Rick Grimes. She didn't know what it was about the former deputy, but she really liked him. Amy had to fight the urge to blush every time he even looked her way. Ever since he came back with her sister, Morales, Glenn, and Jacqui, she had that problem with him. It wasn't his fault though, the former college student reasoned. But, she was his son's babysitter, and he was married, for crying out loud!

The first time that they interacted, Amy thought that she was going to start giggling like a little schoolgirl or something. She approached Rick with his cleaned and ironed uniform, trying her best to act calm. Whenever he smiled, his blue eyes started to twinkle. The young woman swore that it got fifty degrees hotter in that moment.

"Here's your uniform. All squeaky clean," Amy told him quite proudly. His smile grew just a little broader as he took his clean clothes from the blushing blonde. Earlier in the morning, Amy and her sister had been discussing the deputy in question. Okay, so it was more Andrea getting a jab at her little sister than anything else, but still.

"He's a cutie, isn't he?" Andrea asked Amy, who had been peering over at Rick discreetly as she began hanging clothes to dry. The elder Harrison sister just chuckled as Amy did a double take back at her. "Relax, you're not being that obvious," she then added a moment later, "just wait until you start drooling."

"Andrea!" Amy chided, a blush crawling up on her face. "He's with Lori, it's not like that."

"Uh-huh," the former Civil Rights Lawyer gave her younger sister a look. "That doesn't mean that you can't do a little window shopping, huh?"

The former college student puffed her cheeks up and hung the last shirt up on the clothesline. "I don't know what you're talking about." Just then, the man in question came closer. He had passed by them with ease, something that made Amy look over at her sister with a small smile in place.

"Well?" Andrea asked, a perfect blonde eyebrow rose. To see the younger Harrison sibling nod with that stupid smile still in place well, honestly, it was just adorable.

"Thank you, Amy," Rick began, knocking the twenty-four-year-old out of her trance. As he turned around to head back to his, Lori, and Carl's tent, Amy struggled to find the right words to say. She was suddenly getting so tongue-tied. Really, she couldn't keep herself together for a five-minute conversation?

"Stay safe out there," the young blonde stammered, her cheeks still flushing slightly.

He turned his head towards her for a moment, regarding her carefully. "I will. We all will," his eyes held hers for the longest moment, making Amy feel faint. "Keep an eye on my boy while I'm gone."

Amy sucked in a deep breath of air, albeit discreetly, as Rick sent her another smile before leaving her to her own torturous thoughts. The young woman padded back towards the other girls, who had been watching the exchange from a far. Everyone except for Lori, thankfully. She was… well, no one actually knew, but no one knew where Shane was either. So, there was a speculation going around, but nothing concrete. Rick and Lori hadn't made up quite yet, and now with him running back off to Atlanta to look for Merle and the bag of guns that the deputy dropped early on, no one was sure that they ever would.

"Someone's got it bad," Jacqui teased, giving the blonde a cup of water. "Your cheeks are about as pink as your shirt, honey. Drink up."

"I've got what bad?" Amy asked, her cheeks flushing even brighter. The older woman just quirked an eyebrow, just like her sister had done earlier that day. "Don't give me that look! I just—"

Pretty soon, Amy felt someone tug on her shirt. She stopped mid-sentence to glance down towards the ground. There was Sophia and Carl, just staring up at her. "Hey guys," she breathed. "What's up?"

"Would you come draw with us?" Sophia asked sweetly.

The former college student sent them a tiny smile and led them over to the table where they spent their time working on their reading, math, and drawing. She was grateful for the distraction. Very grateful.

Andrea crossed her arms across her chest stubbornly as she stared back at her sister. Something had to give. And where in the hell was Lori anyways? The last time she had seen her… she had went into the woods. The former lawyer glanced around at the camp; Shane was there, talking to Rick.

And that was when the blood curdling shriek sounded throughout the woods. No one expected trouble to stir. For a moment, everyone had thought that they were safe. But then they remembered the pestering little fact about the world ending.

So, I smell a new 'verse a foot! Reviews would be loved if ya'll wanna see more!