Freya Quinn was uniquely herself despite the events of the apocalypse she was thrown into. She was a paradox to understand and a combination of heaven and hell thrown together to create such a woman. And the only person in the whole wide world that...
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THE NEXT TWO DAYS COULDN'T come quickly enough in Freya's mind. Her search for her gumboots had concluded when she and Daryl were walking back up to the camp and found them stuck up on a tree branches with bugs crawling around them. Freya then went and gave her piece of mind to Merle before letting Lori bandage her foot up.
And now, Andrea, T-dog, Morales, Merle, Jacqui and Glenn were off to Atlanta on a bigger supply run, and Freya was twitching in her seat to have some new shoes. Glenn had promised her shoes, and the man even said how he'd make sure it would be the first thing he'd get, and every single shoe Freya had ever wore came across her mind. Hell, she'd take some heels over the gumboots at this point.
"But who am I going to bicker with when you're gone?" Freya asked Daryl as she walked beside him.
"Probably Ed." Daryl shrugged as he picked up his crossbow. Ever since two days ago, Daryl had been a whole lot nicer to Freya. The girl couldn't tell a soul why, but she wasn't complaining.
Freya pursed her lips and took the suggestion into account. She probably would end up putting Ed in his place like she usually does. It had been a near daily occurrence that she'd find something Ed was doing wrong, and much to the man's growing distaste for the grey-eyed woman, she would do the thing he was doing and she'd do it better.
"When do you think you be back?" Freya asked, the conversation was drifting slightly and she didn't want it to become awkward before he left so she was wrapping it up.
"Probably after ya got yur shoes." Daryl answered after a moment. "Good luck on the chinaman getting your size right."
Freya quickly held up a palm. "First of all, Glenn is Korean. And second of all, I'm going to rub the new shoes in your face because they'll be clean and yours will still be infested with maggots."
Daryl closed his eyes, shaking his head with the childish behavior of the girl. He thought she ought to grow up a little bit considering the dead were walking, but little did he know that Freya had no plans to change her positive outlook. Her optimism had kept her going for years, and she only hoped that it would keep her going for what she hoped would be many years to come.
"I'll see you soon, Robin Hood." Freya waved the man off and ignored his very quick glare. Daryl clutched his crossbow a little tighter and the woman made a mental note to not make fun of his archery/crossbow skills.
Daryl did as little as barely lifting his hand as to reply to Freya before he tracked off into the forest to go look for some food. Freya sighed, glancing around the camp area before trotting off to the main part of the camp. Everything was pretty normal -normal as it could be when one is in the apocalypse- and everyone was doing alright and doing their jobs as well.
Once again, Freya helped out around camp doing odd jobs and genuinely checking up on people. A few hours into the day, and after she and Jim had finished making rattle lines along the camp and forest to ensure no walkers got through unknowingly, she two hared a high-five and went their separate ways.
