Norman: Slayer
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  • LECTURES 930
  • Votes 52
  • Parties 5
  • Durée 16m
En cours d'écriture, Publié initialement févr. 05, 2015
My name is Norman Reedus and I play Daryl Dixon on The Walking Dead. I'm 46 years old and I have a son. My fans normally describe me as a nice, sweet, caring, humble guy but truth is, they don't know me like they think they do, I'm not what they think I am. I'm not what anyone thinks I am. I've been hiding things for years, things no one knows. Things I don't want anyone to know. I'm a killer.
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" Alright... If I'm bein' truthful I'd call you Peaches." " Why?" " Always liked peaches, plus if I know Merle he'd definitely be lookin' at your backside right now." Season 1-Season 2-Season 3-Season 4- Season 5 *I do not own 'The Walking Dead' or any of the characters. Only my character and the storyline I add to the original*