Don't Leave Me -DISCONTINUED/READ NEWEST CHAPTER-

Nightmares

Twelve-year-old Andrew Dylan Harrison darts upright in his bed at his warm house in Alexandria. He was panting hard, hands flying up to muffle his gasps for air. It was instinct drilled into him to keep quiet else the monsters hear. 

Andrew realizes where he is and slowly lets his hands lower as he takes a look at Carl, sleeping in the bed across the room. 

Andrew shared a room in this three bedroom house. Six people occupied it. Andrew and Carl shared a bedroom, as did Glenn and Maggie. Rick occupied the last bedroom and Judith slept in a boiler closet turned nursery. 

Andrew shoves his sheets off of his body, sliding off the bed slowly to muffle his feet on the hardwood floor. 

He moves to stand by Carl, watching the older boy breathe for a few moments before creeping out of the room. 

He tiptoes down the hallways, going into Judith's room. He looms by the side of the crib, standing over the sleeping toddler and tucks a toy next to her that had fallen out of the crib before leaving again and briefly peering into Rick's room to see the older man sleeping. 

He then makes his way into Glenn and Maggie's room, slipping to stand next to Glenn. 

"Daddy." Andrew whispers, poking Glenn's arm. "Daddy." 

Glenn lets out a grumble, cracking an eye open. 

"Dru?" He mumbles. 

"Daddy." Andrew whispered again. "I had a nightmare." 

Glenn yawns and rubs his eyes as he wakes up a little. "Would you like to talk about it?" 

"The walkers came in and they kept biting people." Andrew whispers. "Everybody was dying." 

"Hey," Glenn shuffles to reach out and place a hand onto Andrew's bedhead. "We're okay. The walls are secure." 

"But what if they fall?" Andrew whispers. "They've fallen before."

Glenn sits up with a sigh and stands, taking Andrew's hand. "Come." 

Glenn slips on a pair of sneakers and grabs Andrew his coat, bundling the young boy up before scooping him into his arms and taking him outside into the bitter cold air. 

Andrew simply loops his arms around Glenn's neck, resting his head onto his adoptive fathers shoulder. 

Glenn carries Andrew to the gates, carrying him up the ladder into the watchtower. 

"Look." Glenn points. "The walls are okay. There are no cracks or rips or any weak spots. And there are no walkers nearby either. Everybody is safe." 

"They killed you, Daddy." Andrew whispers. "They killed you and Ma." 

"I'm right here, bud." Glenn gives Andrew a squeeze. 

Andrew seems satisfied with that and lets out a sigh as he stares at the moonlight that casts it's warm glow over Alexandria. 

"What happens when you die?" Andrew whispers. 

"I don't plan on dying anytime soon." Glenn lets out a laugh. 

"Nobody plans to die anymore, really. My sisters didn't. Beth didn't. They didn't think they were gonna die but they did." Andrew argues. 

"Hey," Glenn runs a hand through Andrew's hair. "If I ever end up dying, it will be to save you." 

"I don't want you to die." Andrew begs. "I don't want you to leave me." 

"Andrew, I'm going to die someday. Ma will. Rick will. Carl will. That is a fact. But I hope that we don't die early. I'll die a sixty year old man with a wonderful son that got married and had kids of his own." Glenn smiles, cuddled with Andrew. "And I'll pass peacefully in my sleep, surrounded by people that love me." 

"I don't know how to live without you." Andrew mumbles. "You have been there since I was six. You always kinda looked out for me. You saved me at the CDC. At the farm. At the prison with Tara. You're my daddy now. That makes it harder." 

Glenn sighs, holding back tears as he holds his adopted son. 

"Promise that you won't go." Andrew pleads, holding out his pinky finger. "Don't leave me." 

Glenn regrets looping his finger with Andrew's. It was a lie. He can't make that promise. 

But his promise makes a small smile grace his son's face and it almost seems worth it. 

"I love you, Daddy." Andrew whispers. 

"I love you too, Andrew." Glenn sighs, pressing a kiss to the top of Andrew's blonde hair. 

They watch the stars a little longer before they descend the ladder and make their way back to the house. 

They their the coats and shoes and make their way back up to the bedroom where Glenn takes his spot back on the bed before hooking an arm around Andrew's torso and pulling him to lay between the two. 

"Go back to sleep." Glenn whispers, pulling the covers to lay over Andrew comfortably. 

Andrew falls asleep a few minutes later, letting Glenn finally close his eyes in hopes of catching more sleep. 

"Care to explain where you went and why Andrew is freezing cold?" Maggie's groggy voice pipes up. 

Nope, Glenn was not going back to sleep. 

I'm struggling on making the next chapter come together so I hope this was a good filler while I sort my shit out.