Norman Reedus Imagines

2|NR imagine: jealousy

2 | Norman Reedus imagine.

Imagine that you and Norman were out at a party, at the party your ex boyfriend turned up and started to hit on you, making Norman jealous. However, your ex Jackson drops a bombshell on Norman and it causes an argument in the way home.

Theme: foul language, light violence and sadness.

You finished getting ready as Norman zipped up the back of your dress, lightly kissing the back of your neck.

"You look flawless baby." He purred, grabbing his coat.

"You're the flawless one in this relationship." You smiled, you both walked down stairs locking the door you was off to the party.

*at the party*

Your friends party was going great, you saw a lot of old faces and people you've seen over the Internet. Norman needed to use the restroom so you was sat on your own at the bar; that was until your ex boyfriend Jackson got your attention.

"Holy shit." He said with a shocked expression, you stiffened on your stool. "Y/N, it's been so long."

You nodded, taking a sip of your drink. "It has." You sighed; wanting him to fuck off.

"I'd do anything to have you back." Jackson admitted, "and to have a piece of that ass."

"Stop right there buddy." You warned him, you didn't know Norman was watching from afar.

Jackson made his way closer to you, leaning against the bar.
"What we had was unbreakable, I mean everything. The sex.." he said running his finger down your arm.

The hairs stood up on your back. "You cheated on me. Our relationship no longer meant anything."

Jackson laughed then looking up at Norman who was stood by your side, giving Jackson daggers.

"Who are you?" He laughed, "Y/N chaperone." Jackson got out his phone, you couldn't help but feel sick.

"I'm her fucking fiancé you dipshit." Norman replied, putting his arm around you. "She is happy with me." He added.

"Oh but are you sure about that?" Jackson teased, Jackson revealed his phone to an old picture of you both from seven years ago. "Cause she looks happier on here than she does with you."

You could tell Norman was becoming angry, but he didn't say anything yet, he just clenched his fists.

"Jackson, please fuck off." You said nicely.

"Oh baby, don't talk to me like that after everything—" Jackson teased again.

"She said fuck off!" Norman yelled at him, before making his way closer to him you stopped him.

"Norman don't." You pleaded, looking into his beautiful eyes.

"So how long have you two been together exactly? Cause you both have seemed to have taken this pretty slow. Not to mention me and Y/N we're dating for three years and by the second year she was pregnant."

Your face dropped along with Norman's, you never told him about your miscarriage as it was something that managed to drag you down and make you think of the past.

"Oh! You never told him?" Jackson said, acting like he was surprised.

"I'm fucking done." Norman said, walking towards him.

"What'cha gonna do old man?" Your ex teased him, before you could say anymore Norman's fist collided with Jacksons face, along with a tooth that flew to the ground.

Norman grabbed his coat along with your arm. "We're going." He growled.

*on the way home in the car*

The car ride home so far was just plain silent, Norman had rage written all over his face and you were just sat next to him trying not to cry.

"Norman please talk to me." You croaked, twiddling your thumbs.

Norman ignored you, focusing on the road, speeding every now and again.

"Please Norman." You begged, "talk to me."

"There's nothing to talk about, apart from the fact you hid a pregnancy and miscarriage away from me." Norman spat.

Your eyes filled up with hot tears and your vision became glassy.

"I didn't want to bring it back up." You said. "It was a bad part of my past... I needed to forget it."

"Don't you think I deserve to know? We've been together for five years Y/N." Norman stopped at a red light, not looking you in the eye.

"We've been trying for a baby for so long Y/N." He croaked.

"Norm, baby. I'm sorry, I didn't want to bring it up like I said. I didn't know you would care this much about it—"

"How many months were you?" He asked, taking a breath.

"Three. Please can we stop—"

"You know, after everything I opened up to you about you hide this from me." He said, you began to feel even worse.

Norman parked the car outside the house.

"I'm sorry." You apologised, Norman ignored you. "I love you."

Norman got out the car and walked inside, you sat in the passenger seat alone; Crying your eyes out.