So these are norman reedus images ill do all his characters like Mac (red canyon) Daryl (TWD) Scud(blade 2) Murphy (The boondock saints 1/2) Judas (lady gaga) Merel (TWD) Connor(The boondock saints 1/2) Requests are open ❌there will be cursing, violance, smut/ lemon, and some saddnes❌ thanks for reading...

He twisted me around, pulled me in closer, twirled me out and had me laughing my head off. My skirt spun out wildly as we danced until we were hot and sweaty. He spun me around into his arms so that my back was pressed against his firm chest. I felt Norman's breath on my neck as we stayed in that position for a beat longer than we were supposed to. I was happy, I was free, and I was falling. Norman Reedus, I think I like you too. // A fanfic about a 17 year old Norman Reedus who falls in love. Set in Hollywood, Florida, 1986.

Rosaline is a nomad, living in the abandoned buildings of Atlanta during the walker epidemic. When she meets a group with exceptionally nice people, and one not so friendly, she decides to join them. However, with doing so she must decipher the varying moods of Daryl Dixon, fight off memories of her past that haunt her, fend off a smitten Shane, and try to stay alive in a place where the dead roam the streets.

𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 | ❝The greater the love; the greater the tragedy when it is over.❞ ┌── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───┐ 𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚 𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐮𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬: 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐃𝐔𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐇 © 𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟔 └── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───┘

Hurt, pain, torture; that's all you've ever endured. Never, have you felt ecstasy or pride. A life with your parents made sure of that. Friends... aren't something you've decided to make a reality. They were a fantasy. A broken one at that. So, when the dead start walking you find yourself thinking, "Will you ever truly be alive again?" [COMPLETED]

"No feelings," you say. "You mustn't have feelings" His ice cold blue eyes, his signature crossbow and his bike. You fear the living and the dead. Especially after you've been captured by dirty, dirty people. Daryl's saved your ass twice already. You need him. One. More. Time. ((Completed and is soon to be edited))