#blonde norman reedus

[wildlyfreemoon]

Do you guys think that Norman Reedus gets blonde roots, or do you think that the decade+ of black hair dye has permanently dyed the follicle or smth

[paledarklight]

[darylscigarettesmoke]

why do people care about ships I just want Daryl to end up with me at this point

[blackvelveteen1339]

There's something about blonde men dressed in all black that just does it for me, ugh 😩 🫦🔥

Norman at the premiere of The Ones Who Live

[that-left-turn]

Do you think the spin-off can be fixed? Norman Reedus seems to be so much of the problem. So, how can it be fixed, since he still needs to be part of it?

A new showrunner would inherit the current characterization of Daryl, so they'd have to plot an arc which brings him back to his core in a way that's believable to both fans and the GA. He wouldn't be the same Daryl as before the French family arc because the showrunner can't just ignore what they don't like—if it happened onscreen, the writers have to deal with it. But, Daryl could still turn into a version of himself that viewers could recognize and like, so that part's fixable.

Norman needs to be managed. It wouldn't be a fun part of the job, but definitely doable if the showrunner has some experience working with 'difficult' stars. They'd need to do their homework and know who Daryl is and what kind of material Norman favors. So... action scenes which makes him look like a cool dude who can handle himself and an emotional arc which critics/reviewers would find appealing. Something that might garner praise for Norman, but he'd probably have to be talked into why it's good for his career, so it would help if he didn't have toxic people whispering things about blonde waifs in his other ear, i.e. the showrunner would need to deal with the boys club.

I'd suggest bringing onboard a new monster makeup person (to replace Nicotero) who can bring fresh ideas and a different perspective to innovate the walkers. The viewers who watch for the lore need to be fed too and TPTB have clearly stagnated, ripping off TLoU for the child with immunity and The Boys for the injections to managing superpowers/aggression. It's not innovative or exciting. The show is badly in need of an external plot that can be a good story engine because "we need to find our way home" is too weak. It worked (sort of) for Star Trek: Voyager back in the day, but that's because the setting was vastly different.

In short, the spin-off is fixable in the sense that it can become a good show, if there's a new showrunner and that person is prepared for how much work it'll be to turn the show around and that the male EPs will have their knives out.

[deansapplepie]

A genuine question to the older people on the walking dead/Daryl Dixon/Norman Reedus fandom, Or anyone who knows it. Did he dye his hair black/brown? I mean in the first seasons we saw his natural hair is indeed blond, and we know it for a fact. But from season 4 his hair is pitch black and he remains darkish not black, but darkish in the following seasons. Then in TWD DD his hair seems natural again to me. Sooooo… the question is, did he dye his hair or does his hair just change color naturally? (I know that many factors as sun, wheater, etc, etc, can change people’s hair color)

[littlegodzilla]

Request if you want to:

Single dad Norman falls for his son's friend's single mom.

I appreciate your writing

Hi anon!!

Thanks for your request! I really enjoyed wtiting it, of course we can say it's an AU from real Norman, I'm not going to talk about Helena or something like this, I took some liberties, hope you don't mind!

Enjoy!!

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Norman's Secret.

SingleDad!Norman Reedus x SingleMom!Reader.

One shot. Anon request.

Warnings: none.

Words: 5000

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The alarm clock goes off that damnably early morning. A grunt of frustration echoes through the room as he fumbles to turn off the infernal sound that has awakened him that morning. He huffs lying face up in bed as he rubs his eyes trying to wake up fully. He has never been a morning person, at least not out of obligation, but the week has started again, and he has to be responsible. After a few more minutes of standing still, he gets out of bed looking for some old sweatpants and a sweatshirt. He walks down the hallway of the apartment and opens the door to another of the rooms, doesn't turn on the light, leans over the small body resting under the sheets and touches his blond mane.

"Good morning buddy, it's time to get up." He whispers softly to him receiving a whimper in protest. He smiles and when he feels he's already awake, he lifts the bedroom blinds to let the light start coming in.

"Daddy, it's too early." Protests the little boy again, pulling the covers over his head.

"I know, but we have to go to school, so there's no excuse."

"I don't feel well..." he mumbles under the sheets and he smiles from his position.

"Mingus, don't make me use force..." He threatens him, but when the boy pulls the sheets down, he sees his father grinning mischievously and knows he's lost.

"Daddy, no!" But his father throws himself on the bed, trapping his little body and starts tickling him getting Mingus to squirm laughing. "Okay, okay!"

Norman laughs, kisses him on the head and gets up to fix breakfast warning him that if he's not there in ten minutes, he'll be back with more. Mingus laughs but gets out of bed to get ready and go to breakfast with his father. It has always been just the two of them, Norman and Mingus, Norman has always loved children and has cared for and protected his son the best he has known and knows how, Mingus is now only nine years old and Norman knows that to a lesser or greater extent, his son will always turn to him if he needs him, or so he hopes. Norman had his difficulties with his father when he was young and things didn't get better until the man was in a serious situation and then he was gone, Norman has always regretted not knowing how to fix things sooner and he doesn't want something similar to happen to his son. He is not a spoiled child, or at least Norman tries not to spoil him, but gives him the freedoms and independence he thinks he needs, of course the boy is still learning and his father has to stop him on more than one occasion. But he still thinks he's not doing badly at all.

When the blond boy appears through the kitchen door, he is already dressed for school and is carrying his backpack in his hand, leaving it on one of the free chairs. Norman has prepared breakfast; a bowl of cereal plus some cut up fruit and juice. He sits in front of his son and looks at the notifications on his phone, most are work stuff that he puts aside to check later, others are things from the parent group at school, sometimes he regrets a bit about giving them his number because sometimes they bombard him with unnecessary information, others it is a great help because the parents discuss activities or future important school dates that the child may have forgotten to mention.

"There's a field trip next week." He mentions reading one of the messages and Mingus hums. "Why didn't you tell me about it?"

"Next week you have to travel for your job, remember? I was staying at Uncle Andy's on those days." He tells him with a shrug, chewing his cereal.

Norman stands quietly watching his son, Mingus doesn't seem upset, just indifferent, it's not the first time he's missed an activity because his father can't accompany him, at first his protests led to an argument, but as he got older, Mingus came to understand that sometimes things didn't go the way you wanted and he just accepted that fact, others, like the child he is, he kept protesting and insisting sometimes he got what he wanted and sometimes he didn't.

"It's a multi-day excursion." Norman keeps saying and looks sideways at him, Mingus nods.

"That's why I didn't say anything to you, Uncle Andy can't go with me."

"Sure..." He nods as well putting the phone down on the table and takes a last sip of his coffee. "Finish that and brush your teeth, I'll pick this up and we'll go." He instructs him, Mingus finishes his juice and gets up from the table to get lost down the hallway.

As he watches him leave, hhe looks back at his phone and as he picks everything up, putting it in the dishwasher, he sends several messages. Mingus returns minutes later, ready to leave, Norman picks up his backpack and gestures for him to leave the house, but not before grabbing the bike by the door. Mingus smiles excitedly, he likes it when his father rides behind him on the bike or the motorcycle, it's fun and he feels his stomach swirl when they go at high speed, especially on the motorcycle. Mingus stands upright on the back of the bike and holds onto his father's shoulders as he pedals off in the direction of the school.

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"Good morning Norman, good morning Mingus." They are greeted by several parents as they arrive at the school gate, Norman holds his son's hand as he pushes the bike with the other.

"Good morning." They greet at the same time.

The school doors have not yet opened, people are clustering at the entrance waiting, some who have more limited time due to work schedules, leave the children in the care of other trusted parents and leave, Norman makes his way through the various groups until he feels a tug on his shirt.

"Dad, there's Riley, can I go say hi?" He asks pointing to the little girl.

"Of course." He can't help but smile in amusement and lets go of his hand to watch him run over to her friend.

Riley and Mingus have been friends since they started school, somewhat scared of change, they connected right away and were almost inseparable. He slowly approaches watching as you, Riley's mother, greet Mingus with a warm smile and ruffling his blond locks. At first Norman found it hard to talk to you, making friends between parents wasn't something he was particularly excited about either, but children made friends and had to have at least a respectful relationship with each other, for the younger ones, with you it was harder, always surrounded by other mothers, curious and gossipy, maybe too interested to know why you were always alone, Norman doesn't deny that he is curious too, but he keeps it to himself. Mingus and Riley were the ones who helped you talk for the first time, it was going to be Mingus' birthday party, the boy had invited all the kids in the class, luckily there weren't many, and some had the privilege of staying over at the apartment, Riley was going to be one of them, but first he had to ask permission from her mother, you.

"Hi, I'm Norman, Mingus' father." He introduced himself to you formally.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Riley's mother." You introduced yourself as well by shaking his hand.

"I guess Riley must have already shown you the card, but we're celebrating Mingus' birthday at home this weekend." He explained and you made a surprised face.

"That cool card was made by you?" you looked at Mingus who smiled proudly.

"Yup!" Norman laughed wanting to find out from whom he had inherited that confidence.

"Mingus wanted to ask Riley if he could have a sleepover that day." He spoke again catching your attention. "There will be other children staying as well, I will be with them at all times and will personally drive them home the next day." He explained to put your mind at ease, you looked at him doubtfully just the same, they were still very young and leaving your daughter with a stranger made you uneasy.

"Mom, please!" Riley tugged on your sleeve, pouting exaggeratedly.

"Well, I guess it might be fun for them." You agreed, watching as the little ones jumped for joy.

"Great, anyway, on the card I've written my phone number, in case there's an emergency or you need to know if Riley's okay, you can call anytime or text me." Norman wanted to calm you down and you smiled gratefully.

"Thank you, Norman, that's nice of you." You assured him honestly.

From that day until today, it has been easier for the two of you to talk and connect. Norman feels that there are still strained issues between you, that you're not quite comfortable, but it's not with him, it's a situation in general, like you can't trust people just like that. Norman tries to always give you your space and not bother you, but he has to admit that his curiosity for you has been increasing every day. It's more than just a physical attraction, he doesn't deny that it's there too, but he feels good talking to you, being close, sharing little moments with your kids, telling anecdotes from school or your day to day life, you don't meet for coffee or drinks as if you were lifelong friends, but every now and then you share a message just to make sure each other is ok, if the day has been hard or just to say you're there.

"Good morning." He greets you both when he reaches you and you smile.

"Good morning, Norman." You respond and Riley turns her attention back to his friend. "Working out since first period?" you joke pointing to the bike with your chin and Norman laughs.

"I'm a sporty guy, I can't help it." He follows your joke and you both let out a chuckle. "I have to go to work later and it's across town, with this it's faster than the subway or car."

"I see, you want me to stay with Mingus? If you're in a hurry..."

"No, no need, I always have time, no problem." He shrugs. He has to admit that being a single parent sometimes at work gives him a certain advantage with the scheduling issue. "I'd like to talk to you about some business..." he tells you, lowering his voice a little, glancing sideways at the kids who are engrossed in their business.

"Is something wrong?" You ask him in the same tone of voice.

"No, it's just... I heard that next week there's a field trip with the school."

"Oh yeah, it's three days, we're going to some museums and an amusement park... Do you want me to take Mingus with us? Riley doesn't have a bus buddy yet so I'll be able to watch them both no problem."

"I actually want to go, but I have to talk to my bosses about letting me have those days off, but I want to surprise Mingus." he smiles and you look at her excitedly and nod. "Anyway, if I couldn't go..."

"Of course Norman, count me in, Riley and Mingus are thick as thieves, so it'll be great if you can go together."

"Thanks, will you keep it a secret for me?" he smiles and you laugh.

"Of course, count on it." You hold up your pinky as a sign of promise, Norman smiles and intertwines his pinky with yours to seal said promise.

Norman feels a strange current running through him, he stares at you, but lets go of your hand and takes a step back not wanting to make the situation uncomfortable. The school doors open, you all say goodbye to your children and when they are inside the building you slowly walk away, Norman walks with you to the nearest subway station, pushing his bike, the two of you plan how you want to do about next week's trip.

"You really don't want me to give you a lift?" he offers, pointing to his small vehicle.

"No offense, but I don't think it can handle both of us." You laugh nervously and shake your head. "But thanks, see you later, Norman."

"Sure, see you later." He waves goodbye to you by hopping on his bike and as you disappear down the subway stairs, he rides away towards his work.

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Norman needs to pull several strings to get the days off he's asked for, he's had a bit of a falling out with his bosses, but they've finally granted him the full week on the condition that he makes up those hours and works from home during the field trip. Norman doesn't plan to do shit those three days, he wants to enjoy his son, but he will take advantage of the hotel time to get organized. He has made payment for the trip, some parents didn't seem too happy about this, it had been planned in advance and some things had to be modified, you stepped in to defend his situation.

"Riley and I are going alone, we don't need to book another room, or count more bus seats, we all fit right in."

It didn't take long to hear whispers and gibbering about how two adults were going to share a room without being a couple, what would the kids say or what would they think, even Norman's heart skipped a beat at the thought of it, but he really wanted to go on that trip. Once that was settled, he talked Andy out of worrying about taking care of Mingus those days, that he had solved the problem and was going with the boy on the trip. Andy wasn't the little boy's biological uncle, Andrew had been a good friend of Norman's for many years, almost like a brother and he knew he could rely on him for things like that, that he and his wife didn't mind taking care of the blond boy for a few days.

"Are you sure things will be all right at work?"

"Yes, I've arranged it and will go another partner for me, I'll have to make up those days, but I don't mind."

"That's okay man, enjoy the trip and have a good time with Mingus." Andy encouraged him.

So that morning the alarm clock rings earlier than usual, but Norman has no trouble getting up, he is excited thinking about the reaction his son might have when he finds out they are going on a trip. He gets out of bed, finishes packing the suitcase with clothes for the two of them, not much, after all it's only three days, gets dressed and goes to his son's room.

"Wake up, champ, time to get up!" He tells him shaking his little body.

"Dad, it's too early!" He protests seeing on the clock that it's not even time for school.

"I know, but if we want to get to the bus, we have to get up early." He smiles when he sees Mingus' eyes widen.

"Bus?"

"Yes, we're going on the field trip with the school."

"But...you had to go on the trip..."

"I talked to work and another co-worker is going for me." He shrugs.

"But Dad, won't they be mad?"

"Of course not, come on, get dressed." he urges him out of the room to prepare something to eat for the trip and a light breakfast so the boy doesn't get carsick on the trip.

Of course Mingus doesn't stop smiling and bouncing, as if he had suffered a sugar overdose, he squeezes his father's hand, walking quickly, today they had to take the subway to get to school since they couldn't leave the bike there for so many days or take the bike to the excursion. Norman lets his son's excitement wash over him, allowing him to pull him along impatiently, listening to all the plans he has in his head.

"Who will I ride the bus with?" He asks curiously and his father smiles.

"With Riley and her mother, we'll be sharing a room with them at the hotel too." He warns him, Mingus' eyes snap open.

"Dad!" His cheeks take on a ruddy color that make Norman can't hide a giggle.

"Are you embarrassed?"

"Of course not!"

"It's the only spare room left and they don't mind, but if you want I can ask for a room just for us." He says pulling his cell phone out of his pocket and quickly Mingus grabs it by the wrist.

"No, no, no, never mind." He shakes his head and Norman wraps an arm around him, pinning him to his side.

"Come on or we won't make it."

The school entrance is full of parents and children with backpacks and different suitcases, some bigger, some smaller, all waiting for the bus to arrive to start the field trip. Norman gestures to his son as you and Riley spot them. The boy greets his friend effusively as they walk over to you, Norman drags the suitcase over and takes the backpack off the boy so he can go play with his friend and the rest of his classmates.

"Good morning." You greet him, Norman shakes his head in greeting coming to your side. "Are we still waking up?" you poke him laughing.

"Hush, don't think it didn't cost me." He snorts rubbing his eyes.

"How did Mingus like the surprise?"

"I think he's still processing it, he got quite a surprise, but he loved the idea."

"I'm glad, I would have loved to see his face." You comment watching the kids play.

Norman has to bite his tongue in time to keep from saying that to himself too. He doesn't want to do anything awkward, but for a while now Norman notices that the friendship you two have, for him is becoming something more, he likes you, he finds you a very interesting woman, funny, off topic attractive, but he has never made a move for fear of not being reciprocated and that it could affect the friendship between the two children. He's an adult, he knows he can control the situation without it being violent to either of them.

"Everything okay at work?" you ask him then, Norman nods.

"I'll have to work at the hotel, when we have a moment, but I'm not leaving Mingus alone." He shrugs. "I'll make up those hours any way I can."

You look at him curiously, you have to admit you love to see Norman pouring himself into his son like that, work is important, they have to get ahead, but no more so than his family, Mingus is now at an age of absorption and growth, having his father figure around to teach him and take care of him will be meaningful to him. Sometimes you'd like to ask why it's just the two of them, but then you remember that he might ask you the same question and your body aches just thinking about it. Norman takes out a box of cigarettes and lights one, moves a little away from the group of parents so as not to disturb anyone, and fiddles with it between his fingers. You approach him, placing yourself next to him, you have never liked tobacco smoke, but it's funny how that same smell relaxes you when traveling, your family has always been smokers and the smell of a new car makes you more dizzy than the smell of tobacco.

"Sorry, but it's going to be a long trip and I don't think we'll be making many stops." He apologizes pointing to the cigarette.

"Never mind, we all have our vices." You joke but he nods.

When the bus arrives, the children are placed with their seating partner, the teachers number them and the parents do their own mental head count to make sure no one is left behind. You and Norman sit together in the seats behind Mingus and Riley, all the kids can't wait for the field trip to start, they can't stop laughing and talking, chaos is assured, but it's a good thing. The parents keep a silent eye on them, making sure they don't get into any mischief that might disturb or distract the driver. You and Norman can feel the eyes of the other adults on the back of your necks, but you don't say anything. Halfway through the trip the vast majority of the children have fallen asleep and all the parents relax at the same time.

The first day's excursion is educational, they will go to several museums, an aquarium and have a little guide around the city, in the evening they will go to the hotel to check in and have dinner and the next day they will go to the amusement park, then the last day will be educational again stopping at several places on the way back home.

"It's going to be a tough day." He says to Mingus as they get off the bus at the first stop and loads up with the boy's backpack.

"We're going to the aquarium." He tells him with a huge grin and Norman laughs low.

"That's right, I forgot." He pretends to apologize and strokes his hair letting his go with the rest of the kids.

"I think someone is regretting the trip." You prod him and he laughs.

"It's not that...it's just that I'm amazed at the energy they always have, no matter what, there's always something good."

"That's why they're kids." You smile giving him a touch of encouragement on the back and fall in line with the rest of the group.

The morning is long and intense, the kids have enjoyed themselves, the museum has been a bit boring for them, Norman likes art, in fact when he has some time he always likes to paint or go out to take some pictures, but he understands that maybe for some kids seeing so many paintings has been a bit dense, the aquarium was more exciting, even Norman had fun, there, being careful not to disturb the fish, he took out his camera and allowed himself to take some pictures, the children, his son, Mingus with Riley, the installations, even some animals that he found curious. He also took some pictures of you, without wanting to look creepy, but he found you so immersed watching the main tank, your curious smile, your eyes shining with intensity, the reflection of the water on your skin, he couldn't help it and had to shoot a couple of pictures, maybe he will show them to you later, or maybe not and keep them as a little secret for himself. He hasn't decided yet.

At the hotel, dinner has been a complete chaos, the children, tired from the whole trip, wanting to go to their beds, have become hyperactive and noisy, although you try to calm them down and put some order, the rest of the hotel restaurant does not seem very happy with all the commotion. Finally you can go to your rooms, drop your bags and rest from the day. Norman opens the door and lets the kids in first, there is shouting and cheering all around the room. You roll your eyes and walk in asking them to calm down.

"Oh, shit..." Norman hears you behind you and he peeks over your shoulder.

"Oh shit, what?" he asks and then sees it. "Oh shit..."

The room only has three beds, two singles for the kids and one family size possibly for the two adults, thinking you were the parents of the two kids or there were no more rooms left with single adult beds. You fidget nervously and Norman chews his lip several times.

"Hey, never mind, I'll sleep with Mingus in the small bed." He says to calm you down.

"What? No! Dad, you move too much, you'll knock me off the bed." He protests and Riley laughs.

"That's not true." Defends his father.

"It's okay, it doesn't matter, the bed is big enough for both of us." You shrug and Norman looks at you in surprise.

"Really?"

"Yeah, well, unless you're uncomfortable..."

"No, no, no, not at all." He shakes his head. "It's fine like that, yeah."

"Okay then Riley and I are going to shower first...is that okay with you guys?"

"Sure, no problem, I'll take advantage and go over some work stuff." Norman says pulling his laptop out of his suitcase.

Agreed on the shower time, you grab your stuff and your daughter's and both of you go into the bathroom so as not to keep your companions waiting, as you're sure Mingus is just as tired as Riley and will just want to go to sleep. Norman sits on the edge of the bed pulling his son's pajamas out of the suitcase and an old t-shirt along with some shorts for him.

"Dad..." Mingus' voice makes him look at him curiously, his heart flips at the sight of his exhausted eyes, but he still fights to stay awake. "Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure, champ, what's up?"

"Do you like Riley's mom?" he asks with complete sincerity and Norman feels himself lose the color from his face only to explode an intense heat in his cheeks.

"W-what?" he mumbles trying to search his mind for a good answer. "Who told you...?"

"Riley and I have been talking about how cool it would be if you and her mom were together...we'd be brothers." He comments again and Norman doesn't know where to jump in.

"Re-Really?" he swallows hard and is thankful that the noise of the shower is maybe muffling that conversation for you guys, mortified enough he feels already. "B-but that's not how it works, kiddo..."

"Why not, do you like any of your friends?"

Oh his friends... Norman has had girl-friends, not many, but like everyone else, sometimes he needs to have contact with other humans, adults, and he has had the odd date, he hasn't introduced Mingus to all of them, they have always been nice to him and Mingus has been curious, but it has never ended up being anything serious. Norman has never had this talk with him because he thought he was too young yet. He sighs scratching the stubble on his chin, thinking about what he can say to him.

"It's not about that, it's been a while since I've had those kind of friends, but you see..." He chews his lip again, searching for the right words. "Even if I liked Riley's mom, it doesn't mean we're going to be together."

"Why?"

"Because maybe she doesn't feel the same way." He shrugs.

"Why don't you ask her?" He looks at him confused and Norman purses his lips. Of course to a child everything is very logical and he understands, but we adults like to make things complicated.

"What if I asked her and she didn't feel the same way? Imagine if things got really weird and you and Riley would never talk to each other again."

"That's not going to happen. Riley is my best friend."

Mingus' crushing logic completely disarms him. He loves his son's honesty and sincerity. He smiles and hugs him warmly, kissing him on the cheek.

"Don't ever change, kiddo." He asks him, confusing the boy some more.

After everyone goes through the shower, the boys stay talking some more in their beds until sleep overcomes them and they fall completely asleep. Norman walks out onto the terrace of the room with his laptop and his box of cigarettes, he's been a good father, he's gone all day without smoking, he deserves a break. He sits down at the table outside, turns on the laptop and while it's charging, he smokes a cigarette, the smoke slowly coming out of his nose. His mind still spinning from the conversation with his son, he feels like he still has goosebumps from it.

"Aren't you going to sleep?" your voice startles him, lifting his head like a spring, you're in the door frame of the terrace, already in your pajamas, watching him.

"Not yet, I have to get some work stuff ready." He denies and takes another puff on his cigarette.

"Okay..." You look at him and walk out sitting in front of him.

"No need to stay, if you're tired go to bed, I'll come later." He assures you, feeling a little nervous.

"No, it's okay, I'll wait for you, the kids are completely asleep."

"Yes, it's been a long day for them." He nods and you both laugh.

The silence that forms between you is quiet and pleasant, you lean back against the table as Norman's fingers and eyes move fast focused on his work. It's not too much, a little editing work, he just has to download the documents and tomorrow he'll take care of it, he sends a draft of a presentation to his bosses and texts his partner to find out how the meeting went. When the documents are downloaded, he turns off the laptop.

"Okay, I'm done..." His voice drops when he discovers that you are asleep on the table. He smiles watching you, he knows it's nothing special, but he sees you beautiful at that moment. He reaches out and squeezes your arm gently. "Hey, wake up." He whispers. "Let's go to sleep."

"Okay..." You whisper, more asleep than awake.

The two of you walk noiselessly into the room, the kids not even flinching, totally submerged in Morpheus' arms, Norman rolls the bed around to his side, opens the sheets and pulls off his shirt, laying face up on the mattress. You curl up on your side, hugging the pillow, turning your back to him.

"Good night, Norman."

"Good night..." He replies, but he doesn't know if he'll be able to sleep, his heart beating so loudly he's afraid even you might hear it.

The trip is proving to be really interesting and Norman is glad he was able to get away from work.

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The End.

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Okay, I think I'm going to pass here, I'm making the story too long, sorry.

Hope you liked it!!

See you all in the next stories!!

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INTRODUCTION ✨

Hello!! Welcome to my blog where I’m currently writing fanfiction (KEY WORD: FICTION) for:

☆ The Sturniolo Triplets

☆ Johnnie Guilbert

☆ Jake Webber

☆ Carrington

☆ Norman Reedus (him and his characters)

☆ Pedro Pascal (him and his characters)

☆ Lip Gallagher (Shameless)

☆ 5 Seconds of Summer (all members)

GET TO KNOW ME 🧸

MUAH hello honey bunchessss my name is Sam & I’m 21 years old (PISCES RISE!!) here are some fun ways to learn about me:

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1. Snooki (Jersey Shore)

2. Tara Yummy (that Tara Yummy mindset 💋)

3. Christopher Sturniolo (when he’s on his yap rants)

4. Poppy (Trolls; small, pink, and ANNOYING)

5. Sokka (ATLA; older sibling who won’t stop yapping)

6. Fiona Gallagher (Shameless; protective older sister)

☆About Me:

I love anything pink and girly, which is why my blog is pink/coquette themed hehehe, but I’m an enthusiast of ALL aesthetics. I have a wide variety of interests and have learned to appreciate different genres of music, movies, and shows. So, although I’m extremely girly, my playlists consists of anything from reggaeton, rap, and pop. Also, I’ll watch Narcos while I paint my nails idgaf.

I’m a Latina from Texas🤠which I’m sure you’ll figure out from my favorite lists below 👇🏻lmaooo

I’ve written fanfiction for as long as I can remember, but I stopped writing once a lot of the people I would write for stopped putting out more content. Some of the people I used to write for were the Dolan Twins, One Direction, and 5SOS. 5SOS never stopped putting out music but at that point I lost inspiration to write.

So, join me on this journey as I once again hyper fixate and write my little heart out 😭

Also, because I’ve gotten this question a lot, I’m a ✨Matt✨ girl 😋

TOP 10 FAVORITES🦂

Here are lists of my top 10 favorites for each topic. I was going to do top 5, but that’s too hard lololol. They’re not organized in any particular order, but No Doubt and Gwen Stefani are my top in music for sureeeee.

☆ Music:

1. No Doubt/ Gwen Stefani (LOVE ANGEL MUSIC BABY!!)

2. 5SOS

3. That Mexican OT

4. Jack Harlow

5. Peso Pluma

6. Café Tacvba

7. Calle 13

8. Lady Gaga

9. Korn

10. Kali Uchis

☆ Movies:

1. Nacho Libre

2. Freedom Writers

3. Pride and Prejudice

4. American Ultra

5. School of Rock (nostalgic reasons, but also a good movie)

6. Avatar & Avatar: The Way of Water

7. Mean Girls

8. Confessions of a Shopaholic

9. Don’t Worry Darling

10. Legally Blonde

☆ Shows:

1. Shameless

2. Orange Is The New Black

3. Narcos

4. The Last of Us

5. Bob’s Burgers

6. The Walking Dead

7. Rick & Morty

8. Bridgerton/ Queen Charlotte

9. Jersey Shore

10. Glee

11. Bojack Horseman

HAVE FUN READING🖤

Thank you for reading this short introduction about me, I hope you all enjoy reading! Don’t forget to send in messages and requests. Click the tags below to find your requested fic or an anon response!

KK HONEY BUNCHES LUV U BYEEE😋

- L.A.M.B👼🏻💗

[yikes-strikes-again]

btw just fyi my current courier is a man named Calhoun 5'4 cancer moon looks like blonde norman reedus crawled out of the sewer is addicted to every drug on earth and is desperately in love with julie farkas. his special talents are gambling and punching unsuspecting women in the balls. notable quotes include "yeah i activated Archimedes, what about it" and "boone i think they took my pebis"

[hypermania]

all your caryl posting is so bittersweet because i LOVE caryl but then i remember how hard the show tried to pull them apart and i get so mad all over again about tobin/ezekiel/connie/leah 😫

oh no don't get mad!!! just bask in all the caryl love.

this is so funny though because all of those people strengthened caryl in my eyes. the only one that even makes me angry is leah but it's not for caryl reasons. like tobin was just a role carol was playing and i'm sure she cared about him as much as she cared about any of the people at alexandria but it wasn't exactly a romance for the ages. he was just some dude and she was just playing a part. she would've sacrificed him for any one of her people at any given moment lol

and while i do believe she loved ezekiel, it was never fully real to her. it was a fantasy, like she said. she wanted to pretend it was happily ever after but in the end, he wasn't her person, and she wasn't the person she was trying to be when she was with him. i think all of that is really important character work for carol but even if it wasn't, their relationship was worth watching just to see ezekiel ask daryl to stay out of their marriage (despite daryl not doing anything other than existing) because ezekiel Knew.

the connie thing was cute and daryl deserves to have friends but like. it wasn't exactly romantic. every time it felt like the show was about to go there, daryl was like HEY LOOK IT'S MY BEST FRIEND CAROL WHO IS THE MOST IMPORTANT PERSON IN THE WORLD TO ME DO YOU GUYS KNOW ABOUT CAROL HAVE YOU MET CAROL I LOVE CAROL.

and leah. well. daryl wasn't even willing to choose her over negan lmao and i think it's telling that the only time during the course of eleven seasons that he has something even close to a romantic or sexual relationship with someone is when his best dude friend is missing/presumed dead and the love of his life is married to someone else.

the leah thing does bother me though because it served no purpose other than what feels like the shittiest fan service in existence. like, she did not need to be daryl's ex-lover for that storyline to play out, especially given that in the end neither of them chose each other and neither seemed to have a particularly difficult time not choosing each other. she could've just been some woman he came to care about and check in on because that's who he is and then one day she was just gone.

anyway, i assume leah was a bone the show threw at all the norman reedus girlies but like... those people want to see him fuck and/or be romantic or whatever. they want to be able to imagine that they're the love interest and the show depicted exactly zero of that so what even was the point lol

but mostly i dislike the existence of leah because she was the most boring possible option. ten seasons into this show and you already have queer!daryl (whether that means some version of asexual or gay or both) laid out in front of you and this is what you do? you were so perfectly set up for literally anything else and you decided that what people really needed to see was the fan favorite character with a conventionally attractive blonde woman who nobody cares about and who has zero impact on the narrative? cool. definitely not a waste of an episode.

anyway sorry for going on a rant. you did not ask about any of this but apparently i had some things to say asl;dfdjsa

[paledarklight]

..For the meeting the right person thing, it would suck if Norman jr. becomes like Keanu in meeting people but not finding anyone that really sticks; yes, Diane is sticking but is he really happy, unfortunately nobody can really know but him or others that hear him out & what other people-(us regulars) can try to interpret by going off gut-feeling..

I also will say the man is showing grey/white in his beard but wouldn’t push the luck in seeing more in the head; hair dye is what Norman jr. does all the time to make him a brunette instead of dirty-blonde-(didn’t even know he was a natural dirty-blonde but apparently he is)..

I think Norman Reedus with white hair would be the hottest thing ever (have you seen his character in Death Stranding 2?)

I agree it's sad Norman Reedus hasn't found anyone,

He isn't even close with his family, he has siblings yet we never see or hear from them, they never visit his kids

The only person we've seen from his side is his mother and there are very few photos of her and him together.

yes he has Diane but he hasn't married her.

I'm of the firm belief that if a man wants to he will.

It literally is the easy thing to get married , it's not like you have to pay a million bucks , and even if that was the case he can afford it.

For whatever reason he got her pregnant but didn't wanna marry her , maybe he forgot to pull out.

I have my own ideas on who he should be with (*cough* Emily Kinney*cough*)

[theteasetwrites]

Have you ever met Norman Reedus?

LOL no I have not, but I have seen him in person at the finale event in LA last month. I was like idk 50 feet from him? I wasn't able to get his autograph/picture with him because that would've required me to push through the crowd and I wasn't gonna do that because a) I hate crowds anyway and b) believe it or not I am actually a very shy/mild-mannered/nice person irl

I also got lots of pics of him and the cast!

I got super close to Ross Marquand (Aaron) too it’s no big deal

And I got SUPER close to Melissa! She came over to the crowd and signed some autographs. She’s so sweet and beautiful (I might not like Carol, but I love Melissa McBride).

OMG and my friend and I ran into Angel Theory (Kelly). She was just walking around in the theater lol. Also I ran into Thora Birch (Gamma, one of the Whisperers that Alpha has do her bidding). She said hi to my mom lol. It was so much fun. Truly one of the most fun nights of my life. It was awesome to see the finale in a theater surrounded by people who were also screaming at the screen.

Oh and I got interviewed too! So if you’re watching a video/documentary about the TWD finale event and you see a girl with curly reddish blonde hair wearing a denim shirt and her name is Abbi and she’s talking about how she’s skeptical about the Daryl spinoff (but really she means to say she thinks it’s going to be hot garbage), then that’s me. Sorry I’m ugly and awkward.

[vyragosa]

NORMAN REEDUS IS NATURALLY BLONDE??????????

[sinsandsweetness]

This is making me want to write and I have to go to work soon. I have this whole fic thing planned out but nothing is coming out!! 😩 too many ideas and I can’t just type them out. Sigh. At least I get nuggets for one shots from moments like this.

bonus, boyfriend is finally back from playing Ranger Rick. Sat on his lap and trimmed his beard down. 🤦🏽‍♀️ he isn’t back to his usual Daryl Dixon appearance but he’s less mountain man Rick Grimes. I told him, “now you’re less of a Ranger Rick.”

“At least you don’t call me by the wrong names anymore.”

I give him a dirty look. “Do you really want to start this while I have scissors?” I wave around the tiny scissors I had been using to trim down his mustache and beard.

He looks up at me with his blue eyes and smirks his stupid ass smirk with coffee and cigarette stained teeth. “Daryl Dixon.” He drawls out in a Tennessee accent.

”you wanna play, really, Daryl?” I put down scissors and hold up a full hot mug of coffee.

desperately wish my man could grow a beard. I guess I’ll have to wait a few years for him to get there.

But to your point hehe. Same thing happens to me where I have the fic planned out but I go to write and nothing comes out. I find I have to write ideas immediately so that I hopefully have a foundation. Even if it’s just two lines of dialogue, I try and write it down immediately. Or I’ll forget hehe.

And my bf teases me for my crush on rick all the time… but he looks more like a young, blonde Norman Reedus. 90s Norman. I’ll take what I can get 🤭🤭

[toriz0]

i can't believe kojima went woke and made norman reedus a blonde woman (TRANS!) for death stranding 2