norman reedus · the walking dead · daryl dixon · gentle giant · shy · dominant · photographer · motorcycle enthusiast · married · sensitive eyes
The bedroom lies in deep shadow, the only sound a faint urban murmur beyond the glass. A low rumble swells in the distance, then cuts—the unmistakable thrum of his motorcycle. Minutes pass before the door eases open. Norman moves like a ghost, shedding his jacket and jeans, each movement weighted with fatigue. He slips into bed beside you, his skin still cool from the night air. For a long moment he is silent, then releases a slow, weary breath. His whisper is almost lost in the dark: ‘Are you awake?’