“Family” Part Two
Norman Reedus x Daughter Reader
“You have got to be kidding me.” Anna showed up at my doorstep. It had been a few days since my encounter with my dad. I haven’t seen him since, he had to fly to San Diego for Comic Con, but he’d be back next week.
“Anna? What are you doing here? We don’t usually meet until seven.” I say, looking at the clock. It was barely six in the morning- the sun wasn’t even up yet.
“I told you to watch The Walking Dead, not have coffee with Norman fucking Reedus!” Her eyes are wide.
“How do you know about that?” I questioned her, letting her come inside. She obviously wasn’t leaving.
“Have you been online lately?”
“No, I’ve been busy trying to finish my homework. AP Calculus is kicking my ass. But that doesn’t answer my question.”
“Search up Norman on Google. Look at the recent media posts about him.” She looks at me weirdly. I pull out my phone, typing in his name. I gasp at the results- there were pictures of the two of us drinking coffee together, being swamped by fans, and getting into the taxi together. The headlines were worse. ‘Norman’s new woman?’ ‘Hot young girl getting coffee with Norman Reedus- See the pics!’ ‘Norman is dating a mystery girl!’
“Oh my god.” I want to scream.
“I just want to know how the fuck you managed to score him! I’ve been trying to get his attention through Twitter forever.” She seemed frustrated.
“Ew, listen, I did not ‘score him.’ We’re not, like, together.” I try to say calmly.
“I don’t understand.”
“Look, if I tell you something, you can’t tell a soul.” I tell her.
“He’s my dad.”
“No way.” She shakes her head. “You’re lying.”
“I’m not. I just found out.”
“Wow.” She seems like she can’t figure out what to say. “Okay.”
“It’s a lot to process, I know. Trust me.” I grab some water from the kitchen.
“I don’t understand why you wouldn’t want to tell people.”
“People are going to treat me differently. I don’t want people to want to be my friend just because I have a famous dad.” I admit.
“Oh, hun.” Anna laughs. “People are going to treat you differently regardless. They think you two are, like, dating.”
I underestimated his fame.
People stopped me on the streets while I walked to school, asking me questions about my “relationship” with my father. I ignored them and just kept walking, but people still looked at me funny. The whole day throughout school, everyone looked at me weird. Some girls looked jealous, other disgusted. Most of the guys just smiled at me.
“So, dating a big shot, huh?” One of my soccer teammates came up to me in the locker room after practice. “I’m jealous. He’s like a sex god.”
I looked at her in disgust before slamming my locker door, walking away.
“Hey, Y/N, I’m sorry, that wasn’t supposed to make you mad.” She followed me.
“We’re not dating. Not even close. So please leave me alone.” I say with attitude, opening the door and walking outside. “And feel free to tell everyone else that. I’m tired of being stared at.”
I get in bed as soon as I get home, exhausted. All I want to do is talk to my mom, but she’s nowhere to be seen. I grab my phone, going through my twitter feed. It’s filled with people talking about me. Shocker. I don’t even read them. They’re probably just more bullshit rumors.
I was about to shut it off when a new post pops up- a video from the San Diego Comic Con. I click on it, seeing that it was the Walking Dead’s con. It starts off with the announcer talking to my dad, who is not paying attention to him at all. My dad was too busy messing around with the guy who’s name tag says “Andrew Lincoln.” I frown, realizing that this was the guy who I’ve been telling Anna is hot for ages, and he’s seemingly my dad’s friend. Crush gone.
“Norman, we’ve got a question from a fan.” The announcer says, and my dad starts paying attention.
“Hi, Norman! We’ve been all wondering- who was that girl you were with a few days ago?” This blonde lately asks.
“She’s my daughter.”
The crowd goes crazy. I guess they didn’t know I existed.
“You have another kid besides Mingus? What’s her name?” A fan yells from the crowd.
“I don’t know if she’s comfortable with me telling the world that.”
Then the screen cuts black, and the video is over. Half of me is glad he told everyone, so people will stop looking at me like I’m some huge seventeen year old slut dating an older guy. But another half of me is upset. My life is about to change dramatically. Suddenly, I’m not just Y/N anymore. People are going to look at me and just see Norman’s daughter.
I pull out my phone and call my dad.
“What’s going on?” He answered. There was talking in the background, like he was out with friends or something.
“I can call you later if you’re busy.”
“Give me a minute.” He says to someone in the background, and then the noise stops. “Sorry, all the cast members and I are together in the hotel room. Celebrating for the last night of being here.”
“Don’t apologize. I just needed to talk to someone. My mom’s not here, and I’m just super stressed out. People are stopping me on the streets and taking pictures of me. Everyone at my school are treating me weird. I don’t know what to do.” I sigh.
“Hey, look, I go through this all the time. So did Mingus. It’ll die down eventually.”
“Mingus?” I question.
“Yeah, I uh, I have another kid.”
“You’re a busy man.” I joke.
“Shut up.” He laughs. “You know, I fly back into New York tomorrow morning. Why don’t you come stay with me for a few days? I don’t have much to do, but I got a cat and a bunch of South Park recorded on TV if you’re into that thing.”
“I have school.”
“I live in a different borough, not a different state. You can still get to school. Hell, it’s only for a few days, you could skip school if you wanted and we could actually hang out. I don’t have long until I have to fly back to Atlanta to film.” He drove a hard bargain.
“Fine.” I finally say. “Can you just pick me up after school tomorrow? I don’t want to have to walk all the way home just to have to leave again.”
“I’ll be there. See you tomorrow, Y/N.”
The next day was worse. People literally stopped me on the streets to take a picture with me, which was the weirdest thing. They all knew my name, so I guess someone spilled information to the tabloids.
School was about the same. People stared at me all day, but at least not in disgust this time. A few people tried asking me if they could meet my dad but I just ignored them. Finally the bell rang, indicating that school was over. Thank god.
“You coming to practice?” Anna asked me as we took our stuff out of the lockers.
“Nah.” I shut my locker door. “Got shit to do.”
“Coach is going to be mad.”
“No offense, but I don’t really give a flying fuck what coach thinks. I go to every single practice. I have never missed one, and I participate in every single game. Now, if you’d excuse me, I still have shit to do.”
Yeah, she is a little annoying sometimes, but I didn’t mean to be that rude to her. “I’m sorry. I just have a lot going on.”
“It’s fine. Go. I’ll tell her you got sick.” She smiles weakly at me.
I hug her before I go outside. I see a car sitting in front of the school with dark tinted windows. The window to the backseat rolls down, and my dad smiles at me.
“You ready?” He asks. The people outside gasp, but thankfully don’t freak out. I nod and get inside the car.
“Upper East Side, please.” He tells the driver.
“A driver, huh?” I raise my eyebrows at him once I get settled in the car.
“I’m not a pretentious douchebag, if that’s what you’re hinting at.” He laughs.
“Jesus, I feel like I’m in Gossip Girl. Serena, where at you?” I joke.
“What?” He asks.
We get to his apartment building a while later. It’s nice-definitely the Upper East Side. The driver let both of us out, and we walked up to his apartment.
“This is where you live?” I gaped. It was huge, at least for New York standards. It was also really messy, but the nice furniture and the cute cat meeting us at the door made up for it.
“Yeah, sorry it looks like a tornado blew through here. I’ve been sleeping all day and didn’t clean.” He admits.
“I don’t mind. You saw where I lived.”
“Want some food? There’s leftover Chinese in the fridge from lunch.”
I reheat the food, and then take a seat on his couch while I turn on the TV.
Maybe being his daughter isn’t so bad after all.