Norman Reedus Imagines

She has a boyfriend (Daryl)

Why don't we just kill them and be done with it?" You leaned down from your seat on the hood of the car, whispering to Daryl who was leaning against it. Rick had decided he wanted to "talk" with the Governor, which was the stupidest thing ever to you. The Governor is a mad man, only going to cause more problems.
Daryl shrugged, "Rick wanted to talk, don't want to risk him gettin shot. Don't wana risk any of us." When he said this, he looked up at you, letting you know that he didn't want you to get hurt. Not you. Not now. Not ever. And that confused you. No, Daryl confused you. At one moment he would hang around with you, being very protective, and caring, but then another moment he was the shy Daryl who didn't want to have a thing to do with you.. You had no idea what your relationship was with him. "Hmph," you let your shoulders slump and Daryl rolled his eyes at you. "Just sit tight, Darlin'," he said, and you both watched as Martinez, a man from the Governor's group, walked over to you. You definitely didn't trust him, but he didn't look like he was trying to do any harm. "Hey there pretty lady. hungry?" He held out what seemed to be a granola bar, giving you a small smile. This Daryl didn't like, standing up straight, very close to Martinez. "She's fine," he said roughly to him, getting Martinez to turn, getting in his face as well. The levels of testosterone were rising. "Thanks," you said, forcing a smile to him before things would go further with those two and taking the granola bar, shooting Daryl a look. They will have enough time to fight and hate each other later if, or when, everything goes to shit, so they could at least calm down now. Daryl scoffed, leaning back against the car, eyeing Martinez.

"Anyways.." Martinez turned back to you. "What's someone like you doin in the middle of this?" He asked, not as rudely as he had acted to Daryl.

"Someone like me?" You smirked lightly, raising an eyebrow while opening the granola bar. Daryl didn't like the way you looked at him, not knowing you were doing it to get under his skin. He had confused you and pissed you off so much, you thought this could get you some answers..

"Yeah," he ran a hand over his face real quick. "A pretty girl like you shouldn't be needing to get in the middle of all this shit," he signaled around with his hands. You gave him a weak smile, focusing on opening the damn granola bar wrapper, which wouldn't budge. Your face was even drawn into contortion, trying to rip the stupid thing open. Martinez laughed, "here," he held his hand out and you slowly gave it to him. He opened it with ease his first try, making you huff and teasingly roll your eyes when he handed it back.
Daryl was growing more and more pissed off watching you two, about to say something to him, but not exactly sure what to say.. Was he... jealous? A harsh scowl was on his face, standing up straighter when Martinez moved closer to you, putting his hand on your knee. Daryl could tell you were growing slightly uncomfortable, but you were too kind to do anything about it. "Hey," Daryl growled, getting fully up, putting a hand on Martinez's shoulder, ready to push him back, but they were all distracted by Hershel speaking up.
"Maybe I should go inside?" Hershel asked, directing it more towards the other man dressed in plaid that came with Martinez. That guy just shot Hershel down immediately.
"And who are you?" Daryl asked, squinting his eyes at him. "Milton. Mamet."
"Great, he brought his butler," Daryl added back, making you chuckle and cause him to look at you when you did, giving you a smirk. Milton began explaining himself to Daryl, but then stopped mid sentence. "Uh-yeah, sorry. I don't think I need to explain myself to a henchmen."

"Hey," you snapped at him, not liking when he insulted Daryl. Daryl had your back, so you would have his.
"Don't worry about it, pretty lady," Martinez smiled at you, putting his hand back on your knee, making you itchy. Daryl again came over, "man, leave'er be."

"If were goin be out here pointin guns at each other all day, do me a favor; shut your mouth," Martinez said back to him, causing Daryl to move right back up in his face. This guy was really testing him. "Hey!" You put your hands on both of their chests, pushing them back away from each other. Martinez chuckled, but Daryl was not one bit amused. "Men," you scoffed, hopping down from the car hood and starting to walk away, stretching your legs out. You didn't really have a certain destination, but when the sound of many walkers growling sounded out, you spun in that direction, pulled out your knife, and ran off. Martinez and Daryl followed right after you.
Daryl, as usual, met up with you and lightly pushed you behind him, his protective instinct over you coming in. It made you roll your eyes. You could handle yourself just fine.
You were about to move past Daryl, wanting to show him you could kill it, no worries, but he stopped in his tracks. You watched as Martinez caught up and Daryl gave him a rough look. "After you," he pointed to them. He wanted to see what he had. Or what he thought he had that was good enough to try and flirt with you. Martinez got this, too, smirking as he swung his baseball bat around, hitting the walker that was closest with a strong, one handed swing, smashing it's head completely against the wall. He chuckled, looking back at Daryl as he did. But Daryl just shrugged, unimpressed, still catching the wink Martinez sent you.
You were just watching, finding this kind of stupid, as Daryl moved past him, hitting the next walker square in the eye with his crossbow bolt. He never misses.
Martinez gave him some shit, swinging his bat around before doing basically the same thing as before on the next walker, planning to do it on the next two, but Daryl took them out right as he was about to, trying to show he was the primal male.
It was actually kind of hot, watching Daryl show off for you. Trying to let Martinez know he wasn't good enough for you, but you just rolled your eyes at them. Men..

They continued their harsh little stare down. So intense that they didn't notice the walker coming up behind them. "Seriously?" you mumbled to yourself, shoving through the two men and heading forward to it. You shoved the walker up against the nearest wall between the buildings, arm at it's throat while you took your knife and slammed it right on it's forehead with a grunt. You smirked at it as it slid dead down the wall. You could prove yourself too.

Martinez's chuckle sounded out behind you, a lot closer than you expected, making you turn around to see him very close. "Damn, girl," he smiled. "You got a man?"

"Yeah," Daryl snapped, coming up and grabbing your wrist. "She does," he hissed and then pulled you away, storming off into an open field, dragging you behind him. "Daryl!" You called, pulling your hand away from his grasp, making him stop and turn to face you. "What t'hell were ya doin back there?!" He asked, pointing back to where Martinez was.
"Nothin," you crossed your arms.
"You were just gona let him gave his way with ya?"

"Uh, no!" You said obviously.
"He was flirtin' with'cha!"
"So?" You raised an eyebrow at him. You really didn't have to ask that question, but you wanted to know what Daryl would say. You wanted to clean this mess of a "relationship" up. He never made anything clear before, so why should you not be allowed to flirt?
This question caught Daryl off guard, making him halt his responses, huffing. "'Cause." Was all Daryl said.
"Cause?" You imitated him. "Because why?!" You exclaimed. "You know Daryl, this is so stupid! I don't understand wh-" You were cut off with Daryl putting his hand on the back of your next, pulling your head to him, your lips crashing together. You were took completely by surprise, this is not something you thought Daryl would ever do, but you were not complaining at all. You gripped his arms with your hands, letting his soft lips work in unison with yours. And when you both needed to catch your breath, he pulled away. "Ya get it?" He breathed out, shy and awkwardly, breath hot on your neck. "Hmm, no, not really," you teased him, making him growl. He took his free hand and put it on your lower back, pulling your bottom half into his, pressing against him while his other hand tangled in your hair, gripping it hard as he pulled your lips back to his. You took advantage of this kiss, now knowing that it was coming, and caused it to get a lot steamier. Your hands tugging at Daryl's hair, arms wrapped around him while he held you close, him becoming afraid that you could feel his hardness. I mean, how could he not get hard, you pressed flush against his body, his hands on your curves, warm lips on yours, and watching you take down that walker seemed to even do the trick on him.
You both broke away again for a moment, your faces only inches apart, breathing heavily. "You're mine," Daryl growled to you, making you bite your lip. "Get it?" He asked again and this time you just nodded, feverishly trying to get back to that kiss.

Forget the Governor crap.. At least this was now cleared up.