LVI

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End of season 3 — beginning of season 4 time skip!!

"It's been six months Rory, you can't keep it a secret forever," Carol said as Rory assisted in serving up everyone's meals.

"We're not planning to, we're just waiting for people to find out naturally. Announcing it is just weird." Rory grimaced.

"So I have permission to tell people?" Carol raised an eyebrow.

"No, you do not," Rory laughed sarcastically. She slid the last two plates towards Carol and the older woman dished up the last of the food for the two of them to eat. "Can I talk to you about something but you promise you can't mention it to Daryl?" Rory turned serious and Carol's teasing expression dropped as she slowly handed Rory her plate.

"Yeah, of course...Is it something bad?"

"Not necessarily, just frustrating and embarrassing," Rory said quietly. Carol motioned to the back door and Rory followed; the pair sat down on the step and Carol motioned for Rory to start talking.

"He won't touch me, like at all. We haven't had sex. Do you know how hard it is to find a man who doesn't want to touch his girlfriend? I'm starting to think he isn't attracted to me," Rory rambled. "I don't know how to ask him about it without making both of us uncomfortable. Like, obviously, I don't mind if he's just not into sex but it would've been useful information to know six months ago so I didn't have to continuously embarrass myself."

Carol giggled, muttering a quiet 'sorry' as she covered her mouth with her hand. "You think he's not attracted to you? Are you crazy? He's all over you."

"Not in the right way," Rory grumbled, taking a bite out of one of the canned green beans on her plate.

"Just talk to him. You know how awkward he is, he's probably nervous," Carol reassured her.

"If I'm counting correctly, I have five months until my implant expires and I have to cut it out of my arm. I need to make use of it whilst it lasts."

"Do you really have to cut it out?"

"I don't know but it's better safe than sorry."

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"Pumpkin's hidin' under the bed again, I don't think she likes those kids," Daryl said as Rory pulled back the curtain that separated their cell from the rest of the block, stepping inside.

"They chase her and pull her tail, I'm not surprised," Rory clicked her tongue. "I need to talk to you."

"'Bout what?" Daryl quirked an eyebrow, he stood up from trying to coax Pumpkin out and looked at her curiously, waiting for her to elaborate.

"Not here. Let's go to the watch tower." Rory beckoned him out of the cell and he followed without question, trekking in silence out of the main building and down to the watch tower.

"What's goin' on, Rory?" Daryl asked as the girl stood silently on to of the closed hatch looking pensive. "Spit it out girl, you're startin' to freak me out."

"Do you not find me attractive?" Rory rushed out, playing nervously with the tip of her braid.

"What? What are you talkin' about?" Daryl frowned. He took a step toward her but then stopped, waiting for her to continue.

"We've never had sex and you shut things down whenever I initiate anything...and it's fine if you don't want to but—"

"I do want to," Daryl cut her off. "I just didn't want to make you do anythin' 'cause...y'know...that stuff Merle brought up."

Rory hummed. "That was years ago, it doesn't bother me anymore. Plus, you're not making me do anything, I was the one initiating it."

"You think it was easy turnin' you down? I thought you were touchin' me 'cause you thought I wanted to and you were just goin' along with it."

"Daryl, why didn't you just ask? We could've been having sex for the last six months instead of sitting around frustrated." Rory frowned and wrapped her arms around his neck.

Daryl shrugged shyly, "I don't know." His hands settled on her waist but he quickly averted his eyes whenever they met Rory's. He was nervous but also giddy at finding out that she wanted him just as much as he wanted her.

!!SMUT WARNING!!

"Y'know...we have two hours before anyone takes watch up here," Rory said suggestively.

"Right now?" Daryl cleared his throat, his ears burning red.

"Do you want to?" She questioned hopefully. Daryl paused for a second but nodded slowly before surging forward to capture her lips in a messy kiss. Rory matched his energy with just as much fervour, excitement settling heavily in her stomach, but as things heated up and they moved to the floor, Daryl pulled back.

"Are you okay?" Rory asked, out of breath.

"I just," Daryl began, picking at the skin around his thumbs. "I only done this once before," he said quietly. "I don't know what I'm doin'."

Rory placed a hand on his cheek, stroking his skin with her thumb. "That's okay, you'll learn." She shuffled out from under him and encouraged him to lay down before straddling his hips and lowering her lips to his. "Are we good?" She questioned, her lips hovering over his.

"Yeah," Daryl said breathlessly. Rory smiled and gave him a peck before sitting up. Daryl inhaled sharply at the pressure on his crotch and his eyes widened at the lack of a bra when Rory lifted her tank top over her head.

He knew about the piercings, he was there when Niamh had told the girls about how she was the one to pierce Rory's nipples, but seeing them for himself was a whole other story. His breath became ragged and his pants tightened when she grabbed his hands and placed them on her tits, encouraging him to touch her.

Rory giggled and leaned down to kiss him but Daryl used the momentum to roll them over, settling between her legs as he lowered his mouth to her breasts. Rory let out a surprised moan when Daryl's tongue swirled over the gold piercing that made her nipples extra sensitive.

"I thought you didn't know what you were doing?" Rory panted, threading her fingers through his hair. Daryl made eye contact but didn't answer, instead, he fiddled with the button on her denim shorts, trying to unbutton it with trembling fingers.

Rory lifted her hips when he finally got it, letting him tug off the shorts and toss them to the side. He drew back and took in her body. The way her naked chest heaved as she propped herself up on her elbows, the tattoo that snaked around her bicep, the lacy baby blue thong that hid the place he wanted to see the most.

"What d'ya want me to do?" He whispered before clearing his throat, feeling embarrassed over his inexperience. True to her word, Rory didn't seem to care in the slightest. Alternately, she grasped his hand and guided it down to her shorts.

"You need to prep me else it'll hurt," she told him. Daryl nodded eagerly and hooked his fingers under the waistband of her underwear, pulling them slowly down her thighs and letting them hang from one ankle as he stared down at her with blown pupils.

He traced a slow line up Rory's inner thigh and looked up as he reached the place she desperately wanted him, waiting hesitantly for her directions. She nodded and Daryl slowly slid a finger in, watching intently for Rory's reaction.

She reached out for him and Daryl obliged happily, crashing his lips against hers in a sloppy kiss. Rory moaned into his mouth and it only spurred him on. His movements became more relaxed and natural as he gained confidence. He added another finger, enjoying the way Rory gasped and arched into his hand.

Rory grasped his wrist, adjusting his angle and moving his thumb to her clit, silently directing his movements. Daryl took every pointer, simultaneously circling her clit and pumping his fingers in and out until Rory stopped him.

He moved away, afraid he did something wrong, but Rory only reached down, eagerly unbuckled his belt and undid the button on his pants, looking up at him with half-lidded, lust-filled eyes and swollen lips that drove him crazy. Daryl took over for her and yanked his jeans and boxers down below his hips, freeing his hard, angry cock.

Daryl lowered himself back over her and pressed a light kiss to her sternum, then to her throat and finally her lips. "Are you ready?" He asked.

"Yeah," Rory whispered. She helped him line himself up and then laced her arms around his neck. Daryl's hands gripped her hips and he slowly thrusted into her with a barely audible groan.

Rory's back arched off the ground as Daryl drew his hips back and snapped them forward once more, burying his face in Rory's neck. Her hands snuck up his shirt, feeling up his sides as her legs wrapped around his waist, drawing him closer. Daryl's thrusts sped up as he pressed open-mouthed kisses to Rory's neck, one hand drifting back down to circle her clit just like she'd shown him earlier.

The touch caused Rory to involuntarily clench around him and Daryl's hips stuttered as he gasped. He had to try so hard not to come there and then. He wanted to do good, wanted to please her, and he couldn't do that if he came prematurely.

"Shit, girl, you're killin' me," he grunted. Rory moaned in response, focusing on the pleasure swirling in her lower stomach and pulling taut like a piece of string threatening to snap.

"Please, Daryl," she whispered. As if by instinct Daryl knew exactly what she was asking for and his thrusts became harder, hitting deeper. Rory grasped his biceps tightly and let out a choked moan as the thread finally snapped. Daryl cursed when he felt her spasm around him and he hurriedly pulled out, spilling himself all over her lower stomach.

He collapsed on top of her, out of breath, enjoying the way Rory pressed kisses to his cheek and jaw. She giggled after a few minutes and Daryl lifted his head curiously.

"You said you didn't know what you were doing, you liar."

Daryl fought back a small smile but lost. "I didn't know," he said.

"Yeah right," Rory scoffed before nudging him off of her and reaching for her clothes. "C'mon, we gotta go before someone gets suspicious and decides to check on us."

Daryl nodded and tucked himself back into his underwear, straightening up his clothes as Rory redressed. She kissed him sweetly once she was done and went to open the hatch but Daryl stopped her.

"Let's smoke first," he said.

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