Shopping. It was standard if you were a girl and you loved it, the mall was heaven on earth to you as you walked around playing on your phone mainly on kik to your friends Jess (me) and y/f/n as your phone buzzed non stop in your hand. Walking out of Hollister with your hands over flowing with bags as you spotted your next destination and headed towards the store.
"Y/N " called your mom gaining your attention from a hot topic that had the pop vinyl of Daryl Dixon on display as you slowly walked towards her as she she lead the way to her desired destination. The closer you got the more people would be blocking you until you discovered the origin and almost fainted in shock as you saw the one and only Norman Reedus taking pictures with fans. Just as you began to approach him you watched as he jogged off in a direction as you lost him making your eyes land on his forgotten sunglasses causing you to run and capture them before anyone else as you placed them on top of your head knowing that you would never see the celebrity again.
Hours had passed, your stomach grumbled in hunger loudly. Sitting as you ate your fries, playing with the sunglasses that sat upon your head whilst your mom went to the toilet. A gruff cough awoke you from your daydream as the man sat infront of you removing his sunglasses "those" he said as he tapped the glasse that now covered your eyes "are mine" he continued.
Slowly you pinched yourself underneath the table not believing that Norman Reedus was sitting in front of you let alone talking to you, "oh, um, yeah sorry i saw them and knew i wouldn't see you to give them back but um here you go" you awkwardly responded handing the glasses back only to be rejected. "They look better on you, im Norman by the way" he coughed suddenly becoming nervous letting it lace through his words causing you to become curious. "y/n" you replied filled to the brim with shyness as you slipped the glasses back on.
Your conversation was comfortable and felt natural as you spoke about everything and nothing watching as he played with the napkin in front of him. The dream was interrupted by your mom who had returned from the bathroom causing Norman to awkwardly leave dropping his napkin in your lap making you smile at him until he was no longer in your sight.
Returning home you flopped on your bed filled with happiness and pulled Normans napkin from your bag that you were unable to leave behind. Your eyes crinkled with confusion when you saw the ink on it, turning it over you saw the messy handwriting 'call me' with his number attached to it.
Beaming you grabbed your phone and dialed his number.
Hours into the night you weere still chatting on the phone to him, only stopping when his crackily voice asked you out on a date.
"YES!"
#NORZMINE
sorry its bad im not good with introductions Jaz but i hope you liked it
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TWD Imagines
Fanfiction*UNDER CONSTRUCTION* Placing you in situation with cast members such as Andrew Lincoln, Chandler Riggs and Norman Reedus. Feel free to comment any situations or things you would like in an imagine. (wrote when i was about 14)
