Norman Reedus Imagines

SDCC- PART 1 (Norman)

You were scrolling down on your phone while waiting among the crowd of fans. You sighed heavily and gazed though your eyelashes at a young skinny girl who was almost hyperventilating at the idea of meeting her idol. You rolled your eyes and looked back down to your cellphone as it vibrated in your hand.

(Your cousin's name): Hey cous! How is it going? Can u see him already?

You smirked slightly as you read the text from your cousin. She was what you could call a real crazy fangirl but only for one man, one actor: Norman Reedus.

(Y/N): Nope, still in the queue, waiting. I feel like an alien here. Jeez, all these girls are ready to throw their panties at this guy's face! 🙄

You answered rapidly while walking slowly in the waiting queue. Your cousin had been ecstatic about the San Diego Comic-Con since she got her ticket months ago. She couldn't stop talking about it and her obsession over The Walking Dead actor was at its peak. You weren't really complaining because it was fun to see her happy and acting crazy but also because you could understand why she liked the man. He was a great actor, you couldn't deny it but some things were disturbing you about him. He seemed to be nice and to be really devoted to his fans but you couldn't help but see him as a childish man who was only interested in models and who was desperately trying to be funny. All these young girls were trying to get his attention and they were even ready to become anorexic in order to please him. That was getting on your nerves while observing the chaos of excitement around you.

Indeed, you were happy for your younger cousin and you definitely preferred her to be obsessed with the actor and to spend hours watching episodes of The Walking Dead than spending her nights drinking in a club.

(Your cousin's name): Oh come on girl!! He's dreamy, admit it! I would throw my panties at him if I could get up of this freaking bed! 🤒

Your cousin answered. You chuckled to yourself and stuck a loosen piece of (y/h/c) hair behind your ear before answering.

(Y/N): I know sweetie... Don't worry I'll tell him and I already have the pic u wanted signed in my hands. I got your back girly 😉

As soon as you sent the text, your cousin answered to thank you over and over, making you chuckle again and you put your phone away in your bag after telling her to rest and heal quickly. You waited and waited and waited in the queue, going slowly crazy and getting more and more irritated as the time passed. You looked down at the picture of Norman your cousin had given you for the hundredth time over the past few hours. The dark-haired man was wearing a tight blue t-shirt, stuck in his tight dark jeans. He was holding one of the shirt's sleeve, bringing it up a little to show off his muscles.

You had to admit that 'he was dreamy' like your cousin had said but he was a famous guy, probably full of himself and using his fame to get some girls in his bed. You sighed and let your hand drop to your side as you looked back up at the crowd. Maybe you were too reluctant and maybe you had too many stereotypes about famous people but you couldn't help but be wary of them.