Daryl Dixon - Norman Reedus Imagines/Smut

Interview - N.R Fluff

“Mr Reedus, if you would please take a seat in the room to your left that would be lovely. The interview will be starting in a few minutes” the perky receptionist said while handing over his coffee that he had wanted earlier. Norman backed into the interview room quickly to avoid the fangirling receptionist with the hope of having a few minutes of quiet before the interview, he'd had the pleasure of speaking with this particular interviewer before and had enjoyed the man's humour. The minutes ticked by when the door opened to reveal not the man interviewer he'd been expecting but a woman.

You feel awful having been late but your boss was being really annoying about really nailing this interview and telling you all the things you should ask Norman to get him to spill the beans about the new season. You push you hair behind your ear, a nervous move as you sit down opposite The Norman Reedus and can't help but think today is your lucky day. “I'm sorry but Mr Watts was unavailable for the interview so I wil be taking over for him, I hope you don't mind” you say opening your notebook and setting up the recorder, “Not a problem” he says as his eyes flick over your body appreciatively before settling on your face. “Now Mr Reedus, season seven of the Walking Dead has been so big for Daryl. He's been beaten, tortured, lost loved ones and just had an awful run of luck so will we be seeing any change for Daryl that's for the better?” you ask reading the question directly from your notebook, “Daryl is a very strong character so obviously he's going to deal with trauma and death very uniquely and it is an apocalypse so will it get better? Not likely” Norman replies and you realise just how relaxed he looks at this moment in his suit and tie. “Recently fans have been asking you to accompany them to prom via twitter, how do you feel about this?” you ask feeling stupid for even asking, who wrote these questions? “I love and respect all of my fans but I've politely declined all invitations to prom so far and I've recommended they go with someone they know such as a friend. It's all about shifting that attraction to a safer place” he said quite respectfully and you nod, “I understand you are newly single, are you planning on getting back in the game?” you ask skipping ahead of the next few dreadfully dull questions, “Why? Do you wanna go out sometime?” he replies with a smile that not even an angel could rival, your face heats and a heavy blush spreads over your cheeks. “I'm sorry Mr Reedus, I may have been too forward with the question” you say as you continue blushing furiously trying to regain your professional composure. “You didn't answer my question, you and I could get drinks later. I know this lovely little private place that serves amazing meals and top shelf drinks” he says casually and you have to take a sip of water to wet your suddenly dry mouth. “I don't think that would be very professional” you manage to say without making a fool of yourself, “we'd be going as friends wouldn't we? No need to be professional for a friendly dinner” he says with a wink. A wink, you nearly pass out. “How about after this interview, we go to the diner I mentioned? I would make it worth your while, give you an exclusive interview that will have your boss crying” he offers and the thought of tossing thus exclusive interview in your boss’s face is just too good of an opportunity to pass up. “I'd love to go with you” you say and he grins, “Shall we go then? Finish this interview over a red wine?” he says extending his arm for you to take like an old fashioned gentleman. You feel giddy as you loop your arm through his and together you stroll out of the building, the interview forgotten. You hear the clicks and snaps of cameras and the shouts of paparazzi as they demand Norman's attention as you head for the car that brought him in. “Sorry about that, they never go away” he says apologetically as the car pulls away from the curb. “No need to apologise Mr Reedus, I understand how it is” you say and he fixes your with his famous blue eyed gaze, “Call me Norman, Sweetheart” he says as he rest his hand on your knee. Tonight just got interesting.