The world has ended and there's more people dead than alive, and somehow Andie has ended up completely and utterly alone. Nowhere is safe, but she can't keep running. And after captivity turns to friendship and love, the teenager must decide what di...
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Andie's sitting on a table in the courtyard when she hears footsteps behind her. She doesn't look back, knowing it's one of two people. Either way, she's gonna get an earful.
"You been AWOL since we came out here with the prisoners." His voice is low, almost like he's afraid he'll spook her if he speaks any louder.
"That's not entirely true."
"No. I guess not." He looks out at the darkness surrounding them. "Rick's not happy with you."
"Because I disobeyed orders?" She asks. "Didn't stay put, let the men do all the heavy lifting?"
"We had Maggie." He says, and she scoffs. "He's mad that you took Carl into the prison without more backup. You should've asked Glenn to go with you when you guys went looking for the infirmary."
"Glenn had to stay with the others in case Hershel died — he had to be there to put him down if he came back as a walker." She reminds him. "While the rest of you were laying out a welcome mat for dangerous criminals on our back doorstep, Carl and I went and got the supplies that could save Hershel's life... It's amazing what I can accomplish when I break free of the leash."
"You think Rick put you on a leash?"
"I think you used Rick as a leash to chain me to the cell block." She turns her head, but doesn't look at him. Out of the corner of her eye, she sees his head drop. "I'm a lot of things, Daryl, stupid isn't one of them. You start expressing concern over how I do things and suddenly I'm on the outs with the group jobs. It doesn't take much to put those pieces together."
"Doesn't seem like you worry about your own well being enough. Someone has to." He reasons, and she shakes her head.
"I may not have become a part of this group in the best of ways, but I can take care of myself. I do a pretty good job too." Andie says. "I've been looking out for myself for about as long as it took me to learn to walk... You don't know the first thing about me."
"You don't let anyone know you."
"Because when I c—" She groans as she drops her head into her hands.
Daryl hesitates for a moment before walking over to sit next to her on the table. "I know that you never really had much of a sweet tooth, but when you had candy, it had to be chocolate. You've never had a pet, don't believe in astrology. You'll talk about anything...but anything that matters. The rest of the group — we know a little too much about each other."
"You don't talk much either." She says as she curls her fingers under her chin and rests her head on her hands. Her elbows are on her knees, and she's staring straight ahead.
