#normanr

For the first time, Norman found it hard to look at you.

You were still beautiful, he would think that you were until the day that he died. But knowing that he had fucked everything up and could no longer approach you with a big hug and a kiss - that damn near hurt.

You caught his eye and held it. Norman felt a rush of emotions go through him and had to avert his eyes to the ground. He didn’t belong to you anymore, and that sense of loneliness was powerful.

“When was the last time you cleaned the bathroom?” You asked Norman when he came out of there, and complained that you had left your make up on the sink.

“Don’t need to, I’m not dirty.” Norman snorted. You had to hide back a smile because you knew that was mostly true.

“Tell that to the bathtub when you shower after being Daryl all day.” You retorted.

“You love it when I’m Daryl, admit it darlin’.” Being both romantic and avoiding a fight, he took you in his arms and pressed a kiss right onto your lips.

Norman was caught in a spot of trouble. He was hoping that being back in his hometown would mean that the paparazzi might leave him alone, but they had followed him here., stupidly looking for some sort of ex girlfriend or old friend o convince to talk about him.

But alas, they had caught site of him instead, walking through a park, trying to enjoy a nice day. Thanks to The Walking Dead, he had some cardio experience and was able to outjog them into a more wooded area, but they would be catching up any minute.

“Norman?” He heard someone say. He looked over his shoulder to see you, someone that he remembered fondly from his past.

“Y/N, um - I don’t have much time.” He admitted, squinting in the sunlight.

“Follow me,” You said, and started to walk through the trees, away from the sounds of footsteps. He followed you cautiously but quickly, staying on your heels the entire time. You stopped at a certain tree with boards nailed into it and a wooden structure in the branches. “Go, I’ll cover.”

Norman quickly climbed up the makeshift ladder and hid in the treehouse. He was as quiet as a moonless night as he heard you talking to the press, saying that you had no idea who Norman was which made him smirk. For a time, you had known him better than anyone, inside out.

Once the sounds had faded away, you climbed up as well to join him now that the press had abandoned their search. “The joys of being famous, hmm?” You questioned laughing.

WHO HERE NEEDS TO GET LAID?

I WANT TO SEE AARON AND MICHAEL HOOK UP

I’D LIKE TO SEE AARON PAUL COME BACK AND GIVE NORMAN SOME SUPPORT

“Hey, y/n, there’s something I want to talk to you about.” Norman said, interrupting the conversation that you were having with another cast member. You nodded at him, stuck up your index finger to show that you would only be a moment, and then you were whisked off by Norman. Before you had the chance to ask what was wrong, his mouth opened and began to sputter out words in a way you had never heard before.

“I tried to write this like a script ... thing. I’ve never been this nervous before.” You waited patiently for him to get to the point. Your head was tilted and he looked at you, licking his lips. To Norman, you were the most beautiful person that he had ever seen in his life. With your head tilted like that, he found you irresistible, and just wanted to kiss your neck up and down.

“I’m trying to say I - I - I’m in lesbians with you?” He said, his mind forgetting the words that he had wanted to say, and replacing them with a line from the last movie you two had seen together.

“Isn’t that from Scott Pilgrim?” You asked, smiling. He just let out a deep breath, shoulders slumped, and looked down at the ground and nodded. “I’m in lesbians with you too, Norman. But I’ll say it the right way if you do.”