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Norman: Slayer
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Ongoing, First published Feb 05, 2015
Mature
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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Daryl Dixon knows he shouldn't be thinking about you when he's alone at night in his tent. Hell, he shouldn't even be looking at you throughout the day. You're not his. You're Shane's girl. But Daryl doesn't like the way Shane treats you. And he certainly doesn't like how you're forced to play 'loving girlfriend' to a man with eyes for another woman at the camp. All Rights Reserved. All characters and the plot of The Walking Dead are owned by AMC Networks.