Andrew Dylan Harrison was six when the world ended. He is the younger brother to Andrea and Amy Harrison. He was living with them at the time when the world ended. Andrew is the youngest at the camp by four years and his illness doesn't help him...
Daryl brought a boy named Noah who said that he knew where Beth and Carol was.
It was nice to see Daryl again.
I was feeling a little better now but I had a hole in my heart.
I wanted Maggie and Glenn. I can't believe that they left me! I hate them!
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.
.
I don't hate them.
I could never hate them.
I missed them, I wanted them.
I wanted Maggie to cuddle me and Glenn to tickle me until I hurt.
"Andrew?" Daryl places a hand on my shoulder and I jump.
"Daryl." I hold my arms up to him and despite him hating contact, I must have looked pretty ill for him to let out a sigh, scratch his head and then pick me up.
I can't help but pop my thumb into my mouth. Glenn had told me to stop doing it, that I could get sick but it was my best friend during my longs nights in a dark closet. It brought me comfort.
I watch as Rick gets suited up. Tyreese, Sasha and Noah following suit.
"Are you going?" Comes a muffled question from my mouth.
"Yeah." Daryl nods, shifting me into one arm so that he can pack too.
"Am I?" I ask.
"Hells no." Daryl laughs. "You's stayin' here with Carl, Michonne, Lil' Asskicker and that preacher guy."
I let out a sigh, laying my head onto his leather vest while I wait for him to leave me too.
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"Andrea?" I hiccup, pressing the phone closer to my ear.
"Hey buddy." Andrea's voice greets from the other side of the phone.
"Please come home." I sob.
"Andy?" Andrea's voice was concerned. "What's wrong?"
"It hurts." I whisper.
"What hurts?" Andrea questioned.
"...Pa hit me." I cry.
"What?!" Andrea shrieked.
"I want you to come home." I sniffle.
"Okay. I'm coming home." I could hear Andrea stand and collect her things. "I'll be home soon."
"Okay." I rub my red cheek. "I love you."
"I love you so much, Andrew." Andrea tells me. "I'll be home very soon. I promise."
