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 STAYED IN DARYL'S TENT that night. Nothing happened other than some bomb ass sleeping, and by the time Freya woke up, Daryl was no longer in the tent. The man was kind enough to offer his own sleeping bag to Freya, so she had to wiggle her way out of it as she woke up, and quite frankly, she was glad Daryl wasn't there to see that.
But when Freya woke up, it was perfect timing for Dale's funeral. And by the end of it, Daryl had stuck next to the woman like glue and there would be no complaints from Freya.
"It's gonna be tight, 16 people in one house." Rick noted, leaning against the blue pick up truck. Freya and Daryl made there way over as everyone started to pack up their stuff up. As Freya walked over, she sent a smile to Beth and Beth sent one back, which warmed Freya's heart knowing the girl was getting better -even if it was little steps,
"Don't you worry about that." Hershel shot down Rick's concerns as soon as they were brought up. "With the swamp hardening -'n the creek drying up, we should've brought you in a long time ago." Freya glanced at Shane, and wondered what could possibly be the reason as to why Hershel wasn't so keen on it in the first place.
"He's right, with the 50 head of cattle on the property, we may as well be ringing the damn dinner bell."
Rick nodded his head and looked across the camp. "Alright...let's move the vehicles near each door -facing out, we might have to leave in a hurry. We'll build a lookout on the windmill and another in the barn loft. Those should give us a view on both sides of the property...Let's get packing."
Daryl brought his crossbow from his back to his hands and as he walked he tapped the small of Freya's back, signaling to her it was time to get shit done. As Freya walked, she glanced back to Rick. "How long has he been thinking about that for?" The man had a whole plan ready to go, and he said each word without hesitation. In response, Daryl grunted and didn't say anything else, so Freya moved on.
Together, Freya and Daryl blocked up the hole above Randall's shed, and no longer gave Carl the option to snoop inside. Or let Randall escape. It was sweat producing task, but it was done within the hour. And soon, Freya collect her very small collection of items and moved intowards the farmhouse, weaving around the other collection of things that belonged to the people she were surviving with, and she placed them around Beth's room.
Freya was going to sharing a place to sleep with Beth, Carol and Sophia. Originally it was only going to be Beth, Carol and Sophia, but then the ginger of the trip begged for Freya to also stay instead of taking the floor next to the couch and Beth was more than happy with letting Freya stay and no one would be hearing any complaints from Carol, so Freya was then sharing the room.
"Hey, Sophia." Freya set down her stuff on the floor of the room, right next to the door. The ginger girl was only just walking out the door, but at Freya's call, she entered the room once more. "Come here, I want to give you something."
