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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FREYA DIDN'T EVEN KNOW SHE'D fallen asleep until she felt a hand shake her awake. he lifted her head from the warm makeshift pillow of her elbow. She had leaned against the bed that Daryl was resting on, and yet, it was Freya that was getting the rest.
"I fell asleep?" Freya picked the sleep from her eyes as she glanced out the window and saw the darkness of the sky. "Why didn't you wake me?"
"You were sleeping." Daryl shrugged, although he pointed to something over his shoulder. "Carol brought in dinner."
Freya sat up, stretching her legs as she walk around to get the trays of food and water. Smiling, even though Carol couldn't see her, Freya took the trays and walked around the side of the bed and brought one plate down close to Daryl, then she brought another plate down in front of herself while she kept the water on the table.
"Eat up, you'll feel better." Freya gave some cutlery to Daryl while she took her own and started to eat the semi-cold food. But it was still food and it tasted good, so it went down quickly.
"Don't have to baby me." Daryl muttered but he stabbed at his food and eat some of it anyway.
"So." Freya plopped some green into her mouth and swallowed before pointing her fork at Daryl. "I have a question for you."
Daryl raised his eyebrow, showing off just how excited he was for Freya question. "Who were you before the turn?"
This question, although simple enough to answer, didn't sit right with Daryl. Instead of answering, he just stabbed at his food once more and borderline aggressively shoved it into his mouth. "I wasn't anything."
"You weren't anything?" Freya raised an eyebrow before rolling her eyes. "Well, that sucks because I don't believe you." Daryl twisted his face slightly as he looked back to Freya. He did his best to show that even though he was shot and took an arrow -or bolt as he corrected Freya on multiple occasions that the curly haired woman was only going to call them arrows from now on- was still trying to show that he wasn't weak. The tough guy act was starting to grow old, even on Freya.
"What music did you listen to?" Freya asked, and Daryl looked away for a moment, thinking of answer. "Doesn't have to be one, just list the people you can remember."
"...Foo Fighters....Bon Jovi, Ozzy Osbourne...shit like that." Daryl shrugged, but Freya could tell he was listing exactly who was on his mind.
"Favorite movie?" "Don't have one." Daryl grunted and instantly Freya did not believe him (again).
"You're lying. What, you've never watched a movie and then wanted to watch it a second time?" Freya crossed her arms. "Let me tell you man, I watched Top Gun at the ripe age of 12, and the second after watching that beach scene I never wanted to watch another fil-"
"Jurassic Park." Daryl just wanted Freya to stop talking about people she found good looking. It was bad enough when she called that average looking guy a 'hunk' but now when she was talking about it in front of Daryl with no remorse at all, Daryl just didn't like it.
