Norman Reedus Imagines

1|NR imagine: Drunk argument

A/N - welcome to this book of Norman Reedus/Daryl Dixon imagines; Feel free to request! Enjoy!

1 | Norman Reedus imagine; Drunk Argument.

Imagine that Norman got drunk, and when he came home you both had a bad argument, things became violent and in the morning Norman is sorry; but you're done.

Theme: Violence, Foul Language, and Alcohol.

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Getting up out of bed you heard staggering and a slam of the door, it was clear to you that Norman had been out drinking once again.

Sighing you made your way downstairs, turning on the light you saw a drunk Norman trying to sneak back into the kitchen.
Following him, you tapped on his shoulder.

"You're drunk again." You stated.

Norman huffed and turned round to face you, "shut up." He slurred, raiding the shelves trying to find something to eat.

"Norman. It's 4 am. I'm tired and have work in the morning, we need to go to bed." You pestered him, yawning.

Being ignored, you pulled on Normans shoulder trying to get him to pay attention to you.

"Norman we need to go bed—"
Before you could finish your sentence Norman smacked your cheek with the back of his hand.

"I told you to shut up, bitch." He said once again slurred, with a laugh.

Your cheek was stinging as your heated tears threatened to fall down your face, your eyes began to get glassy.
Instead of walking away and ignoring him, you stood your ground.

"Don't call me a bitch, and don't slap me." You pointed your finger at him, staring at him dead on in the eyes.

"I'll do what I want. Now fuck off." He argued back, picking up a packet of biscuits.

Snatching the packet off him you lobbed it across the kitchen, your blood began to boil.

"Don't tell me to fuck off in my own house!" You yelled, not caring about the neighbours.

"I'll do what I want you stupid bitch!" Norman got up, grabbing you and slamming you against the wall.

You couldn't believe you was arguing over something so petty although his ways weren't exactly changing. Fear swept over your whole body as Norman's hands tightened around your arms as he continued to have you pinned against the kitchen wall.

"Norman stop." You pleaded, "you're hurting me."

This only made Norman's grip on you tighter, he dug is fingernails into you.

"Please." You cried, he began to scare you, Norman hasn't been this violent with you in awhile.

"You'll listen to me bitch." He glared, although Normans face shifted as he noticed the tears falling from eyes.

Dropping you to the ground Norman walked backwards into the counter, realising what he did he made his way closer to you trying to help you up.

"Baby I'm—"

"No! Go away!" You cried, slapping his hands away you stood up running up stairs.

Norman followed you, making your way to the bed room you slammed the door behind him, laying down on the bed you sobbed.

After about an hour of you crying and Norman apologising behind the door, you drifted off to sleep. Norman held you in his arms after he sneaked into your room, he cried the whole night.

*time skip to the morning*

Waking up you could smell food being cooked from down stairs; bacon and egg. Instead of going down stairs to see Norman you stayed in your room.

Walking over to the mirror you looked at the side of your cheek, the back of Norman's hand was imprinted to the left side of your cheek and had already started to bruise.

Trying not to cry, you got up and washed your face, looking at the time you was in a hurry to get to work.

Running down the stairs you grabbed your car keys, Norman stopped you.

"Baby, you don't need to go in today. I called your work and told them you were ill." He said softly, you slowly moved away from his grip; you turned to face him.

Noticing his handprint on your cheek Norman's face dropped, he looked at his hands.

"I'm so sorry y/n—"

"I don't wanna heart it." You croaked. "Last night was, I don't even wanna think about it. I don't even know if I wanna do this anymore." You admitted.

"What do you mean?" Norman rushed over to you "baby, please talk to me." He said, sitting you down on the couch next to him.

You cried into your palms, Norman rubbed your back softly; starting to apologise once more.

"What can I do to make this right?" He asked, nuzzling into the side of your neck. "I never meant to hurt you.."

"Norman, I don't wanna do this if all you're gonna do is come home drunk and violent. You're starting to get bad again, and I don't want to go through it again; I tried to get you help.." your hands shook softly.

"Y/N I won't, I promise. Give me one more chance. Let me prove it to you." Norman begged.

You sighed, not wanting to give in. "I'm going back to my mums for a couple of days, I'm going to think about it." You said, getting up.

"No, y/n, please don't." Norman voice broke, chasing after you.

Going upstairs you grabbed your suitcase and started to pack.

"Y/N, I'm begging you. Don't go." You ignored him.

After filling your bag Norman kept grabbing you, begging you not to go but you ignored him.

Grabbing your car keys you walked out the house, and got into your car.

"Y/N, please. Please don't go." Norman begged.

"I'm sorry." You said softly, before driving off.

Part 2?

A/N / I'm sorry if Norman was a douche in this one! We all know he isn't like that at all, if you guys enjoyed please give me a comment and a vote. Let me know if you guys want a part 2, also if you want an imagine let me know and I'll write it asap! Thank you!