Norman Reedus Imagines

Norman

"Any plans for Thanksgiving?" You casually ask Norman as you slide into the seat next to him.

It is lunch time on the set of The Walking Dead, and many of the cast members have grouped together to talk and eat, but Norman sits off by himself, looking somewhat distraught. So you've decided to try and rouse him from his funk by being the friendly person you are.

You and Norman have actually gotten somewhat close since you started working on set. The only part you had was as a walker that got shot by his crossbow, but you're good with hair and makeup, and Greg has taken a real shine to you. So you spend as much time on set as the actors do, touching up someone's makeup or fixing some hair or just talking to whoever happens to be around. And it's a dream come true, too.

Norman looks up at the sound of your voice, his beautiful blue eyes locking onto yours as you sit beside him. He gives you a small smile, but it doesn't reach his eyes, nor does it spread out to the rest of his features like his smiles tend to do. "Not really. My kid's with his mom, since we didn't know what my work schedule would be like. I'm not even bothering to fly anywhere; just gonna stay here, probably make a small turkey and pick at it over the course of a few days." He shrugs, trying to make it seem like his plans are no big deal, but you can tell he's not exactly happy to be stuck in Georgia, away from his family, over such a family-oriented holiday.

You place a comforting hand on his arm, give it a gentle squeeze. "Yeah, I'm just staying around here, too. I don't know what my family's doing, but whatever it is I can't be around for it."

You're not looking forward to spending the holiday alone either, but you're trying to make the best of things. Those Hungry Man frozen dinners have special Thanksgiving themed ones with turkey and potatoes and cranberries; you've got two of them in your freezer, and you'll be full enough after having both for dinner. Plus you can chase the rest of your hunger away with that bottle of vodka stored in your freezer.

Norman looks away, out toward the wooded area of the set, and he looks almost lost in thought. Then he turns to look at you once more. "Do you want to spend Thanksgiving with me?"

His question is whispered, and you strain to catch the words. Then it hits you: Norman Reedus has just invited you over to his house for Thanksgiving. The celebrity you've had a crush on for years wants to see your face during the holiday.

"I wouldn't want to intrude." Is all you can think to blurt out.

He smiles, though again it doesn't touch the rest of his face. "You wouldn't be intruding. And I could use the company. What do you say?"

You don't take more than a second before you excitedly answer him. "Of course I'll spend Thanksgiving with you."

~ ~ ~

You and Norman are sitting on his couch, flipping through the channels on his television. Not much is on, but you settle on A Charlie Brown Thanksgiving for the time being.

You're both working on another vodka/cranberry juice/7up mix drink, but you're not feeling much of a buzz with how much you ate. You can always drink more, though, so you're not too worried about that.

You had decided to come over early and help out with the cooking, considering how many times Norman has proclaimed not to know how to use anything else in the kitchen besides a George Forman griller. You even brought your bottle of vodka along to keep you both warm and fuzzy through the night. And the food came out pretty good, too, so there's a major plus.

But the night is winding down, and you still have to drive back to your own place, so you don't want to drink much more than you already have until you actually get home. So you quickly down the rest of your drink and rise from the couch, walking to the small kitchen to place your glass in the sink.

When you turn around Norman is walking up behind you, his eyes sparked with confusion and something close to loneliness; it's agonizing to see that look on his face, and you want so badly to hold him close and kiss him until his smile returns; but you won't do that, because that would be crossing a boundary, and you don't want him to be mad at you.

"Everything alright?" He asks, setting his own glass on the counter as he inches slightly closer to you.

You nod, doing your best to give him a genuine smile. "Yeah, everything's fine. It's just getting late, and I have to drive back home..." You let the sentence trail off there, averting your eyes from his.

From the corner of your eye you see him nod, but it isn't a nod of acceptance, it's one of deliberation.

"Do you think you could stay for a while longer? Maybe even... stay the night?"

His question has your head snapping up, your eyes locking onto his once more. And he just looks so damn sad, so damn lonely, that you feel your heart clench in sympathy. You felt the same way thinking about being alone today, and Norman swooped in and saved you from that sorrow. You can't overlook that, can't just leave him here alone with no one else to talk to or spend time with.

You reach out and take his hand, lacing your fingers together. "Of course I can stay the night, Norman. I'll stay as long as you want me to."

That draws a real smile out of him, one that crinkles the corners of his eyes in the most adorable way. He bites his lip, moving closer to you, bridging the open gap of space that had been there just moments ago. You two are just inches apart, staring deeply into each others' eyes, and you can feel some sort of connection being made right now.

And then he is leaning forward, slowly so that you have an opportunity to back away; when you don't move his lips capture yours, kissing you so sweetly your head starts to spin. Your body responds before your head does, and your lips are molding to his, moving in tandem, before you even realize that Norman-fucking-Reedus has just made a move on you.

Before you know it, he's wrapped his arms around you, pulling you flush against him, and your arms are cinching themselves around his neck. He lifts you up, your legs locking around his hips, and carries you to the bedroom.

The night ends in moans and contented sighs, and then you are both locked in the other's embrace, legs and arms twined together as if you are two halves of one whole. Something has changed in both of you tonight, changed for the better, and all you can think before you fall asleep is "I hope we do this again soon."