This book has imagines about Norman Reedus and his characters.
I take requests. I will wright any kind of story you would like.
I also do smut. So be prepared there will be smut in this book.
I hope you enjoy!!
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Elizabeth pushed open the front door to her neat two-story home, pausing in the doorway to admire the way her garden was looking even at the end of summer. She felt something therapeutic in taking care of the green space around her home, nurturing the plants and flowers every year until they rewarded her with a riot of colors and scents, providing her with peaceful retreat from the sometimes hectic lifestyle she found herself leading these days. Dropping her keys and purse onto the hall table, making herself a mental list of the things she wanted to do to close up her garden in preparation for the Fall, she bent to tickle Cleo's ears, her cat purring like a motorboat while she twined around Elizabeth's legs. Shooing Cleo away after a more than appropriate amount of attention, promising to feed her soon, Elizabeth starts up the stairs, thinking she'll take a quick shower before dinner and that's when she realizes she can hear a noise emanating from her bathroom. She tiptoes up the remaining stairs, covering her mouth with one hand to stifle a giggle as an off-key male voice echoes around the upstairs landing, belting out what she thinks is supposed to be a Queen song but the lyrics are so mangled it's hard for her to tell with any certainty.
She nudges open the semi-closed bathroom door, sneaking in to stand at the head of the tub, taking in the sight of Norman, neck deep in a frothy mass of pristine white bubbles, his hands up as he lathers what looks like a whole bottle of shampoo into his dark hair.
"So this is what you do when I'm not home?" she asks loudly behind him, laughing hard as he yells in fright and jerks forward in the tub causing the mountain of bubbles to rise dangerously close to the edge.
"Jesus fucking Christ, Ellie, are you trying to give me a heart attack, sneaking around like that?"
"Aww, poor old man," she coos, coming around to sit on the edge of the tub, leaning down to plant a soft kiss on his pouting lips.
"I thought you'd be at your sister's tonight, helping with the baby" he tells her grumpily, relaxing back into the water again.
"And I didn't think that you were coming home until tomorrow?" she replies, trailing her fingers through the sparkling bubbles and flicking them at him.
"Wanted to surprise you," he grouches, not looking at her. "We wrapped earlier because someone managed to hit Andy in the nuts with a crossb... err, some kind of prop so he kinda killed the day."
"Oh my God, is he okay?"
"Yeah," Norman chuckles, giving her a mischievous look, "nothing that an icepack and a few shots of whiskey won't fix."
"I swear the damn ER down there must have a revolving door on it for you two."
Norman shrugs and a thick trail of shampoo suds makes its way down the side of his face.
"You better rinse that out or you're going to look like a fluffball all weekend," Elizabeth tells him and he reaches up a hand to swipe away the gooey mess.
