Daryl Dixon & Norman Reedus Imagines/Oneshots

Norman - Secrets

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. When Norman defends you and stands tall by your side, your ex Jackson drops a bombshell on Norman and it causes an argument on 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 giggled and felt the hairs pricking up on the back of your neck as his hot breath spread across your neck.

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

You smiled at him and blushed lightly, "Thank you, Norman." you took his hand and followed him downstairs, walking out the house you locked the front door and got ready to attend the party with your fiance joining you. 

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Busy didn't even amount to how packed the mansion became, the booming music vibrated underneath your feet, people were everywhere and the smell of different foods and alcohol drowned your senses, you saw a lot of old faces and people you had only 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.

You hated him, you hated his face, his voice - even the thought of him irritated you.

The two of you dated for three years and after he cheated on you on multiple times you decided to pack your things and finally leave for good. Throughout your relationship Jackson treated you like shit, he manipulated you, isolated you from your friends and family, he was obsessed with your every move and you knew that if you didn't leave all those years ago you'd most likely be six feet under at this moment in time. 

"Holy shit." He said with a shocked expression, you stiffened on your stool not wanting to even talk to him. "Y/N, it's been so long."

Taking a sip of your drink you ignored him and started to feel anxious, wanting your fiance to come and rescue you, you sighed and wanting him to fuck off already.

"You know.. I always thought that we'd be able to pick up where we left off."

"Leave me alone." You replied glumly, not looking at 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 pretty great, I mean everything... the sex.." he said running his finger down your arm.

You felt the old flames of fear and now a sudden rage reignites inside you "Don't fucking touch me, I still want absolutely nothing to do with you." You ranted at him, feeling brave for not cowering at his feet.

Jackson laughed then looked up at Norman who now stood by your side, giving your ex daggers.

"Who are you?" Jackson asked arrogantly, "Y/N chaperone?" He scoffed and 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. "Now why don't you do the right thing, turn around and walk away." He ordered.

"Fiance, huh, even me and y/n talked about getting married." Jackson teased, Jackson revealed his phone to an old picture of you both from years ago. "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. You wanted to snatch his phone and smash it into pieces, the fact that he still had photos of the two of you made you recoil in horror. 

"Jackson, please fuck off." You argued you didn't want to leave your friends party but if Jackson wouldn't

"Oh come on, 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 before a fight could break out.

"Norman, don't." You pleaded, looking into his eyes "he isn't worth it, we both know that."

Norman looked at you and nodded, he hated making a scene if there wasn't the need for one, he wanted to protect you but if he could do so without the use of violence, he'd master it.

"So how long have you two been together exactly?" Jackson asked, his voice irritating you even more "cause you both have seemed to have taken this pretty slow - not to mention me and Y/N were 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 pregnancy that resulted in a miscarriage, it was something that managed to drag you down and make you think of the past and the wounds inside of you were still raw, you were never truly over what happened and just acted as if it never happened.

"Oh! You never told him?" Jackson said, pretending to be surprised.

You wished that you already left and demanded Norman to take you home before your ex could spout any more shit

"I'm fucking done with this." 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 Jackson's face, along with a tooth that flew to the ground out of his filthy mouth.

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

Norman hurried off, you found it hard to keep up the two of you reached his car and got in, slamming the door Norman punched the steering wheel in frustration.

The car ride home was silent, Norman had rage written all over his face and you were just sat next to him trying not to cry, your secret was no longer a secret and you felt sick. The two of you mentioned the subject of having children once you settled in after getting married and now you felt as if Norman would no longer be interested - you felt like a damaged good. 

"Norman please talk to me." You croaked, twiddling your thumbs. Norman ignored you, focusing on the road, speeding down the motorway. "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 replied. "It was a bad part of my past... I needed and wanted 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, 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.

"Five. Please can we stop—"

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

Norman parked the car outside the house.

"Do you have any idea how tortured I felt? the torture I still feel? It never goes away, I wanted to leave it behind and forget that it ever happened because talking about it and even remembering what happened makes me feel like it was my fault and it makes me want to die, so don't you dare act as if its hurt you, because it's killing me every single day." You yelled at him, your eyes stinging from the tears and your body couldn't stop shaking. 

Norman tried to speak but you shook your head and got out of the car, running inside your home you went to pack your things.