Norman Reedus Imagines

[Murphy]

            •Drunken Confessions•
                   __________
Imagine both you and Murphy get drunk and confess your feelings.
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You giggled at the noise that left Murphy's mouth. It was a snort of sorts, somewhat.
Actually , you were completely unaware of what had caused it or if Murphy had actually made it, but you were laughing at it nonetheless.
The sound of the music drowned in your ears as you stared deep into Murphy's blue eyes.
Your head spun as he continued telling the random story of how Rocco had once shot a cat. You tried your hardest to listen, but it seemed that the alcohol swimming through your system had other plans. Halfway through a sentence, a somewhat sober Conner came over and wrapped his arms around both of you.
"I think it time for me to take both of ya home"
You and Murphy looked at each other and giggled like little school girls.
"I'll take that as a yes"
Both of your slung your arms over Conner's shoulders.
You laughed as you poked Conner's cheek, Murphy saw laughed and proceeded to do the same.
Both of you kept poking Conner's cheek and a chorus of "bops" left your mouths.
Conner only rolled his eyes at both of your drunken behavior.
He didn't know how he did it but he was able to shove you both in the truck and take you home.
He left shortly after to god knows where.
But now you were left alone with Murphy once again, as he continued his story which you had already forgotten.
"Shush," You giggled quietly, leaning over the coffee table to rest a finger on his lips. He smiled for a moment, a deep chuckle following.
"Hey," You muttered, the smile only growing on your face. You had always loved his laugh, it always made you feel warm inside.
"Did I ever tell you how much I love your laugh?"
He sniffled, and shook his head. A childish grin was tugging at his lips again. He had always tried to make you happy, even if what he did for a living was dangerous, he knew it it wouldn't only hurt him or Conner, but you as well. It was silent as you both sat there, smiling at each other. The color of the walls of the worn out apartment had always soothed. But not as much as the blue of Murphy's eyes. As you stared into them, you felt yourself sink into the couch further, sleep beginning to taunt you.
A hiccup arose from your chest, piercing the silence the two of you had been drowning. Murphy however ignored it, instead feeling overthrown with your beauty. Even as a drunk mess did you make his heart flutter.
"I love ya." He slurred, knowing that those words would've never left his lips if he hadn't gotten wasted. Never would he have faced you, a small smirk gracing his lips as he spoke. He may be bold with other subjects, but not with this. It wasn't that he didn't mean it. He'd rather live in secrecy than face rejection.
His words did little to bring you out of your dazed state. Whether it was the fact that deep down, you already knew how Murphy felt for you or that you felt the same, you knew that you loved him, always had. Ever since the day he saved you. All you knew was that your were at the brink of consciousness, your eyelids were heavy.
But you couldn't just leave him after that, the sober you deep down was screaming at you to say it back. Your body may comply to your sudden tiredness, snuggling into Murphy's side, he wrapped his arms your midsection and placed his chin on top of your head. Finally the sober you was able to get the words out.
And just before sleep overtook you, you managed to slur out,
"I love you more Murphy's MacManus"