Norman Reedus Imagines

Mac Imagine

Summary; Y/N gets a new job but then it takes a turn for the worst.

*Mature content of course*

Y/N's POV

"You're being jealous for no reason!" I screamed at Mac as he drove to our house - well it looked like a scene from Death Proof by the way he was driving..
"Yew think it's okay the way he's eye fucking ya EVERYTIME ya go into work?!"
"He's not 'eye fucking' me! You're so fucking delusional!"
Mac slammed on the breaks, making me nearly crash right into the dashboard if I wasn't wearing my seatbelt, and roughly unbuckled me, grabbing and dragging me inside.
"Let me fucking go!" I yelled, snatching my arm back from his hold, most likely creating a bruise around my wrist.
Mac turned and I could see how red his face was along with the vein popping out on his forehead,
"Yer mine, Y/N. I'll teach whoever thinks different not to fuck with me!" He shouted, defining the word 'mine' with a finger to his chest.
"Well, your fucking 'lesson' probably just lost me a job, asshole!"
Mac smirked at me before walking to the kitchen, grabbing a beer and I swear I wanted to break the bottle over his damn head.
"It's not fucking funny! You broke his arm, nose, fractured his ribs and nearly cracked his skull open!"
"Yer fuckin him ain't yew? Is that why ya gitin yer thong in a twist?" He questioned angrily, trying to twist the cap off his beer. I was seeing fire at that moment..
I strode over to him, grabbing the bottle and throwing it on the cabinet behind him, causing it to shatter and glass fly everywhere.
"Are yew out of your goddamn mind?!" He screamed, smacking his fist onto the beer soaked counter.
"You think it's fucking okay to beat a man senseless foR DOING A JOB WITH ME?! And then you accuse me of fucking HIM?! You really are fucked UP!"
I was livid. How could such little events built up to Mac and I having a screaming match in the middle of the kitchen.

Four weeks ago..

"If you have any questions, just ask Justin here. He'll teach ya everything there is to know." My new boss, Bob, explained to me before setting off to work on some paperwork in the back room. I recently was offered this job here at the local grocery store and I accepted, just for a little extra cash on the side.
"So," Justin smiled brightly, "What has you working here in this shithole?"
Bob peeked his head out from the office in the back, making me giggle and Justin hold his hands up,
"I mean that with the upmost respect, Bob!"
"Ahem..just a temp job for a little extra money for a rainy day." I smiled.
"Ah, well, it gets pretty crazy around here sometimes so if you need any help with anything, just holler for me!"
I looked around the quiet store, seeing there was only 1 person in the store besides, Bob, Justin and I and that was a 70 year old woman who was looking at fruit.
"Yeah..I'm sure Betty White over there is gonna give us hell."

The few days we're going by smoothly. My duties varied from stocking the products to ringing people up at the cash register to cleaning the bathrooms.
Currently, I was on stock duty and was stacking cans in different aisles.
"No, no, no." I heard the joking tone of Justin's voice behind me,
"What?" I asked, stopping.
"You wanna give the customers something to look at when they come here."
I looked down at he can in my hands,
"...A can of beans is something to look at?" I said in an obvious tone, making him laugh and take the can from my hands.
He then stacked the cans into a tall pyramid and made a hand motion towards his 'masterpiece'
"Ta-Daaaa" he sang,
"I don't think Bob wants us to pizazz the store up."
"What Bob doesn't know, won't him em." He winked and nudged my shoulder, making me laugh until a clear of the throat made us turn to see Mac standing in the aisle, looking not so happy.
"Mac!" I breathed out, smiling small as I stood.
"The hells goin' on here?" Mac spoke dangerously, but not enough to draw attention from Bob. His face showed no emotion and I started to get nervous as Justin stood there awkwardly.
"I'm working, Mac. What are you doing here?"
"Came here fer some shit fer the house."
He then started glaring back at Justin,
"I got this here, Justin. I'll finish up after I help him." I said, hoping he'd go to avoid Mac clocking him one in the face and thankfully he did.
I waited until he was out of sight to speak to Mac again,
"What are you really doing here Mac?"
"Came to see ma girl at work. Nice apron." He smirked and tried to grab at my ass but I smacked his hands away, giggling.
"Oh piss off..seriously though."
"Hoss needs some damn food. Chewed up the tv remote again to get my damn attention bout it.."
"Ughh, you need to keep better track of his food, Mac...that's the 3rd time this month."
Mac rolled his eyes and scoffed,
"Whatever..anyways, ya got it here?"
"Yeah, come on."
We walked to the back where the dog food was and I started to look for the brand Hoss ate.
"What's up with you and pretty boy?" He asked out of the blue,
"Um, he's my coworker?" I laughed slightly, finally finding the right bag and grabbing it.
"That ain't what I'm seein."
"Well, what are you seeing exactly?" I started to frown.
"I'm seein someone eyefuckin' what's mine."
I rolled my eyes,
"You don't have to worry about that. He's sooo not my type." I joked, flipping my hair dramatically, making Mac smirk,
"Then what is yer type?"
"Hmmm...I do think Norman Reedus is very sexy." I winked, making him scoff,
"Ha ha, very funny." He said as I tossed him the huge bag of food and walked with me back to checkout.
As I rang up the food, I noticed Mac was glaring straight at Justin, who was also watching us; eyeing him up and down.
"Mac..stop." I whispered as he handed me a $20.
"Hey Y/N! I got two tickets to a free movie tonight, if you maybe wanted to go with me." I heard Justin ask and I swear time stopped..
My eyes went huge as I looked up quickly to Mac who had a pretty pissed off look on his face.
"No chance, assface." Mac spat harshly.
"Mac!" I scolded, turning to face Justin, "I'm sorry, Justin. I can't."
"Oh.." He said, sounding really upset, "Well maybe some other ti--"
"She said no! Git it threw yer thick headed skull!" Mac snapped, making him go silent.
I quickly handed him his change,
"Mac...I get off in 3 hours. I'll see you then."
"That ain't the only time yer gonna be 'getting off'"
Oh my god..
"Mac.." I blushed a deep red and nodded towards the door. Mac peeked behind me at Justin, nodding then smirking before grabbing me and smashing his lips to mine. The kiss was rough and just how I liked it but not at my job...his hands reached around my waist and squeezed my ass hard, making me yelp into the kiss.
"Okay..okay, Mac. I'll see you soon." I said, pulling away from the kiss. He smirked once more and grabbed the bag of dog food then started for the door but not before smacking my ass on the way out.
Thank god Bob was out for lunch at the time..
I waited until I heard his truck pull away before looking at Justin who just looked so uncomfortable.
"Your um boyfriend seems...nice." He finally said, unsure of what to say about his personality.
"Yeah..he can be overprotective sometimes but I don't think you have anything to worry about."
"Well, I'm willing to forget what just happened if you are." He smiled.
"Yeah, of course! Let's get back to work before Bob comes back from lunch."