Daryl Dixon & Norman Reedus Imagines/Oneshots

Norman - ex in shining armour

Imagine that Norman is your ex, you both broke up but aren't over one another at all, you're still in love with each other. He sees you out in town with your new boyfriend who's a complete asshole and he comes to save the day.

"Can you hurry the fuck up?" Your douche bag boyfriend huffed at you while you were picking out a new lipstick.

"Please, can you give me a minute?" You asked softly " I hardly get a chance to pick out anything." You frowned, picking up a beautiful deep red.

"Don't get to pick anything out?! You spent over £100 on a fucking dress and a suit!" He screamed at you, you felt embarrassed as everyone turned around and stared at you.

"That was for a job interview Alex, the job I recently got that pays all the fucking bills." Arguing back tears pricked your eyes, he always had to pick out something to yell at you for and you were starting to become fed up with the way he was always treating you.

You missed your ex Norman, it had been months and you didn't hear from him once no matter how many times you called and texted him; you wanted him back - losing him was the worst thing that had ever occurred in your life.

"You know what? We're fucking going home." Alex grabbed you, pulling you up and dragging you out the shop by the wrist, you put the lipstick on a shelf and frowned hearing the whispers of the other customers around you.

Everyone stared at you - hell, they were allowing this to happen, they never said a word aside from whispering and pointing fingers.

Alex did this before but not in public, at home he'd kick off and often throw things at you or hit you. You hated him, but no one else would show you love...not like Norman did. You had planned to leave so many times but his superficial charm always fooled you and kept you trapped in the web he always seemed to spin.

"You pathetic little bitch!" He hissed at you; you were now in the parking lot, completely empty apart from a car that looked very similar to Norman's.

Could it be?

Alex threw you to the ground, you felt yourself go into shock from realising what Alex was doing yet again. "I'm fucking sick of you!" He yelled, kicking you.

Tears ran down your cheeks, feeling the pain take over your spine, you wanted to get up on your knees, stand up, run away and scream for help, but you didn't and you couldn't. You felt helpless once again and you just wanted to die, you were positive that life couldn't get much worse than this and you just wanted all of this to end - even if it meant Alex beating you to death.

"Get off of her!" You heard a gruff voice yell, instantly recognising that voice to be Normans.

Norman raced over to you, pinning down Alex, screaming at him while throwing punches. nYou scrambled onto your feet and limped over to Norman's car, even if Norman wouldn't take you in you wanted to be as far away from Alex as possible. You could see from a distance Alex's face turning purple and he appeared to be covered in cuts and blood.

Norman turned around and left Alex on the floor beaten to a pulp, running over to you his tears made his eyes go glassy. "y/n..." he whispered, lifting you into his arms. His cologne filled your nostrils and made all of your memories with him smack you in the face. 

"I'm so sorry." you cried, trying to swallow the hard lump that formed in your throat, you sobbed into his shoulder, clinging onto him as he took you to his car. 

"You've got nothing to be sorry for." He replied.