Sorry for disappearing again. Maybe some smut will make up for it? Thanks so much for all your awesome reviews. I love you guys :).

Warnings: Graphic sex. Kinky stuff. It's Daryl and Darcy so I'm sure you all know what to expect haha. Also, sorry for my terrible editing. I suck.

Risk

The velvet skin of Daryl's shaft slid smoothly in and out of her mouth. She didn't bother holding back her muffled moan as she felt him pulse, making him almost impossibly harder.

Giving head hadn't been a huge deal to her in the past. She didn't dislike it but it also wasn't her favourite activity. A lot of the time she ended up day dreaming while trying to ignore the growing ache in her jaw. It was different with Daryl. She watched everything expression flicker on his face and paid attention to every noise, twitch and thrust of his hips.

She could also feel how wet she was getting from pleasuring him.

A hand gripped the back of her head, controlling the pace of her mouth. She purposely flicked her tongue around the tip of his cock every time it exited, receiving a heavy exhale and gush of precum in response.

Darcy could do this all day if he'd let her.

And had it not been for the sound of approaching footsteps, he'd have happily let her.

"Fuck," Daryl hissed, pulling himself from her mouth before placing his dick back into his pants. Meanwhile, Darcy clumsily climbed to her feet and wiped the moisture from her lips.

Breathing heavily, she tried her hardest not to panic. "Should we hide?"

Daryl shot her a look before gesturing to his dick which was creating a very obvious bulge in his trousers. "Naw, I'll jus' tell 'em I'm happy to see 'em."

She ignored his sarcasm. Any other time, she would have laughed but now was not that time. What if it was Daniels? Fuck, he'd flip out if he caught them! And kick Daryl and his group out. She had no idea how she could explain this to him. He most likely wouldn't believe it anyway. They had to hide...the question was, where?

Oh! Her eyes flew to the storage cupboard where they kept some of their cleaning supplies which they couldn't fit upstairs. She didnt say anything to Daryl, only grabbed his wrist and pulled him into the direction of it.

Just as the door closed, voices could be heard entering the room. Darcy held her breath, the extra air in her lungs forcing her breast into Daryls chest where he stood directly in front of her.

"See man? We're fully stocked. You don't have to worry." It was Daniels. The sound of his voice made Darcy glance up at Daryl, wanting to see his expression. And just like she'd suspected, his eyes had darkened and a hand found its way onto her hip where he gripped her.

She swallowed, the guilt returning. She didn't want him angry, upset or hurting. She just wanted him to be happy. Maybe they shouldn't fool around, not until she'd pulled away enough from Daniels that it didn't hurt him as much. That way, Daniels couldn't take it out on Ricks group because it wouldn't look like her leaving him was to do with Daryl. They'd just act like they'd fell in love after she'd broken up with Daniels...

She was so involved in her inner ramblings that she didn't notice Daryl glance down at her. He knew that expression, seemed to wear it a lot since they'd return to her home. No way in hell was he stoppin' now. He didn't give a shit if he had to put up with some shit, s'long as he got to be with her. Hell, he'd still do it even if it was forever. He may not be able to have her fully right now but it was good enough for him.

He knew how it felt to live without her and no way in hell was he goin' back to that again.

So he pushed out the conversation Daniels was having with Rick, and reached the hand not holding Darcys hip to her face where he grabbed her cheeks - not hard enough to hurt but firm enough to purse her lips.

The action startled her and she stared into his eyes questioningly. Her eyes then widened when he leant down and pressed his mouth roughly against hers.

Looks like he wanted to finish off what they'd started. The hardness sticking into her stomach confirmed her suspicions.

But...fuck. Were they really going to do this with Daniels - and what sounded like Rick - only a door away? She honestly didn't think she could stay quiet enough to not get caught. Admittedly, it was also hot as hell; the danger of having sex with people in the next room. She'd have to stay quiet as a mouse. Maybe Daryl would cover her mouth with his hand while he pounded away at her...

A moan escaped her lips, vibrating into their kiss. She knew it was too loud but part of her didn't care anymore. She wanted Daniels to know so they could stop hiding. Who cares if he found out? Encouraged by her new thought process, she deepened their kiss and moaned even louder, her body pressing against his.

Daryl wanted to take her over his knee and slap her pretty liddol ass. She was playin' with fire. Any louder and they'd be found. He didn't blame her for bein' so careless. He knew the guilt she held over the situation. It was only natural for her to want them to be found so it could be over, and with it, the weight on her shoulders. But Daryl couldn't let it happen. Especially not like this. If they were gonna tell Daniels, they should sit him down and do it as respectively as possible. He might even let the prison group stay that way. But if Daniels walked in on them right now, there was liddol to no chance of that happening.

"Darcy," he growled against her lips, his hands going to her belt and making quick work of her pants. "Need ya to stay real quiet now. Wanna fuck ya but can't if ya gonna draw attention to us, a'ight?" He slid her trousers down her legs, briefly wondering why the hell she wasn't wearing any underwear until it occurred to him she must have left them in his room.

"Daryl..." she whined quietly, desperate for it; desperate for his dick; desperate for him.

He glanced down and yes, she wasn't wearing any underwear. "Liddol girl, where the fuck are ya panties?"

Her lips quirked. She'd wondered how long it would take him to notice. Although she'd originally thought he'd find out when he returned to his room later that night. She can't say she was upset that he found out this way, though. "I left them for you...in your room," she whispered, making a show of wetting her lips. His eyes followed her tongue as she did. "Know how much you like 'em."

He exhaled heavily through his nose. She was so fuckin' naughty he had no idea what to do with her. Suddenly feelin' overwhelmed with lust for her, he straightened two of his fingers before shoving them up her soakin' wet cunt. The quiet squeal she gave in return almost made him cum in his pants but he managed to breath through it.

One of her hands reached down and gripped his wrist when he started to finger her hard and fast. He was making her feel so fucking good. His fingered hooked inside of her with every movement and there was no way in hell she could continue without screaming. Weakly, she attempted to pull his hand away. "I-I won't be able t-to..."

He knew what she was about to say and cut her off by covering her mouth with his hand. His eyes stayed deeply connected with hers as her pupils rolled into the back of her head thanks to his fingers fucking her relentlessly. "Ya can't stop me, Darce. Nu-huh. Ya gonna squirt on my fingers with Daniels and Rick jus' outside. Gonna do as I say cause ya mine. I own you now, girl."

Her body responded, muscles clenching around his fingers as she fought to stay quiet. When her orgasm hit her, she no longer had to worry about making any noise because it was one of those orgasms. Ones that made your body shake, legs buckle and mouth open wide in a silent scream. It was too intense for any sound to escape her, and Daryls eyes didn't once leave her, wanting to drink in every moment.

She'd barely come to when she noticed Daryl turning her around, back to his chest. There was a fumbling noise then the sound of pants and belt hitting the floor. They both paused.

"Did...you hear that?" Daniels questioned.

Darcy went to pull away, panicked, but Daryl held her still. Then he pressed forward and entered her in one thrust. Her eyes widened and she found herself on her tip-toes from the force of it. Her body felt so full and it would only take a few rubs on her clit for her to cum again. Usually, she'd have to have a break between orgasms (well, until she met Daryl because he seemed determined to kill her with orgasms) but since her first orgasm hadn't been through clitoral stimulation, the tiny organ didn't feel at all sensitive.

"That bang? Yeah, man, it came from upstairs." Rick dismissed him, making Darcy wonder of the leader had any idea about what was going on only a few feet away. "Damn, look at that revolver. How much ammo you got for her?"

Daryl smirked. Trust his brother to come through for him. As Daniels started answering Ricks question, Daryl began moving his hips, savoring the feeling of his girl wrapped around him.

Quickly, her breathless moans started getting louder and louder until Daryl was forced once again to place his hand over her mouth. The other reached for her neck which he gave a light squeeze.

The scruff of his stubble scratched over her neck as his lips found her ear. Still fucking her steadily, he began to talk to her, a habit he hadn't really noticed he'd had. "Anyone ever fuck ya this good, Darce?"

Immediately she shook her head. Her body felt like it was on fire and she was desperate to cum again. Her clit pulsed and she knew it wanted to be touched. But if she took her hands off of the shelves in front of her, she was worried she'd lose her balance, even with her back pressed tightly against Daryls chest and his arm around her.

"How 'bout, Daniels, huh? He ever finger ya til ya beggin' him to stop?" His hand slid down from her throat to her breasts which were bouncing with every thrust even through her clothes. He palmed one of them, giving it a light squeeze before flicking her nipple with his thumb. "He ever lick ya clit so good, you never wanted it to end?"

She said no but her answer was muffled by his hand so she shook her head once more. She was so damn close now, her thighs kept clenching and her arms were shaking. If only he'd touched her where she needed it the most. "Please," she attempted to beg but again, it was muffled.

"Betcha he didn't no how to make ya beg either," Daryl breathed harshly, hand leaving her breast and moving lower. He knew what she needed. "Bet he don't know you like I do. Like right now, I know you want me to slid my fingers between ya cunt and rub ya til ya cream all over me. Jus' like ya did last night. Remember that, Darce? You were so damn beautiful..." he trails off, toes starting to curl and he knew this would be ending soon. No way will he finish before she does though.

So he did as he'd just described and wiggled his index finger between her swollen and wet pussy lips. Her clit was good n' ready and he knew it wouldn't take long. Using his palm, he pressed against her pelvic bone before pulling up, forcing her skin to stretch with the movement and also forcing her clit out of its hood. His finger then gathered some of the wetness where her entrance met his dick before placing it onto her exposed and vulnerable nub. The second he touched it, she buckled in his hold with a strangled noise escaping her.

"Shh, shh, shh, sweet girl," he cooed to her before licking from the base of her neck up to her ear. "I gotcha. I gotcha..."

Rick started speaking even louder outside. "Walk with me to the mess hall? I got an idea I wanna run pass you."

"Sure, man." Footsteps followed.

"So I was thinking. Tomorrow we should try looking..." the voices trailed off and Darcy couldn't hold back any longer.

With Daryls finger bullying her clit, his cock pounding into her, the mushroom shaped head prodding at her g-spot with every thrust, she flew over the edge. Thank goodness Rick had drawn Daniels away because not even Daryls hand could keep her screams quiet.

"Oh, Shit. Oh fuck- Darce, ya pussy-" Daryl struggled to say, his cock being strangled by her intense orgasm. It felt like she was sucking him in then letting him go. Like her pussy was giving him a hug for makin' it cum so damn good. "Fuckkkk," he drawled out, hips stuttering before coming to a finish. For a good for moment, he just held her to him, both of 'em catching their breath.

"That was-" Darcy panted, "-risky."

"But worth it." His reply was a tired, but satisfied, mutter into her shoulder.

She definitely agreed.

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So who else is hyped for the finale?! I'll admit, I haven't been watching for a lot of this season but I'm so fucking excited for Negan because JEFFERY DEAN MORGAN. If any of you also watch Supernatural, I'm sure you understand haha. Negan has also given me some fic ideas...which is real bad because I'm terrible at updating as it is but...if I decide to do it, will any of you be interested in a Negan/OC story? I don't read the comics so I can't guarantee he'll be in character but I promise to do my research :).