Happy Grammar Day, everyone! For editors like me, this day is sacred. Haha!

This chapter is super long because I haven't been able to update recently! It also gets a little dirty toward the end, so just a heads up. ;)

Enjoy!

The pair was silent on the drive toward Greenville. Daryl was absentmindedly chewing on his thumbnail as he drove, indicating that he was nervous. Beth knew he had a good reason to be uneasy, but she couldn't stop herself from feeling happy that he had agreed to this run. She was tired of being cold and she was ready to put a stop to it. She also couldn't help hoping that they would find other potential goodies while raiding houses. Her spirits were all in all quite high, despite Daryl's obvious anxiety about the whole trip.

As they neared the sign indicating that Greenville was five miles ahead, Daryl began to slow down a bit. He remembered from the last time they had come to this town that there weren't many houses on the north side of town where the highway entered. He noticed a county road up ahead and slowed to turn down the road. Any houses along this road would be isolated enough that he wouldn't feel too uneasy checking them out. He glanced at Beth and took notice of her pleasant expression. He hoped that she would have cause to keep her good mood after their task.

"There," Beth said suddenly, pointing up ahead. "Looks like a driveway."

Daryl slowed down and pulled into the private drive Beth had identified. The driveway was long and lined with trees, and the now unkempt and unruly yard looked like it had once been very well maintained. An impressive white house loomed up ahead with large white pillars adorning the spacious porch.

"Looks like a damn plantation house," Daryl muttered.

"Maybe it was," Beth shrugged. "It looks old."

Daryl pulled to a stop near the brick steps that led up to the porch. He and Beth climbed out of the truck with their weapons at the ready. The land around the large house seemed quiet, and the house appeared to have been abandoned for some time as the shutters were all closed tightly on the windows. Still, Daryl was wary, and he kept his crossbow ready as they climbed the porch steps and approached the front door. Beth pulled her pink hammer out of her belt loop and held it ready as Daryl pounded loudly on the door.

They waited a few moments, but heard no movement inside. Daryl tried the door, but it was locked. He sighed and glanced at Beth, who had a determined expression on her face.

"Ready?" he asked, and she nodded. Daryl gave the door a swift kick, followed by another, and it smashed open. He held a finger up to stop Beth from entering and waited. The house seemed quiet inside, but it was a large house, and they had no idea what could be lurking inside. Cautiously he stepped forward into the dusty neglected house. He whistled loudly, but still nothing came.

"Let's clear the first floor. Stay behind me," Daryl ordered.

Beth nodded and followed behind him as they began systematically sweeping through each room on the first floor of the house. The house was old and was quite grand, despite its lack of maintenance in recent years. It was clear that whoever had lived here before the turn had been quite wealthy. Beth cast a longing gaze at a rather magnificent white grand piano in the parlor, but she forced herself to look away. She wished she could sit down and play it, but she knew the noise could draw unwanted attention, and she would have to leave it be.

It took them longer than usual to clear the first floor due to its size, but they found no threats. They stood in the entryway and Beth couldn't help smiling.

"I'll check the hall closet for coats," Beth said. "You start raiding the kitchen."

Daryl nodded and made his way over to the spacious kitchen, leaving Beth in the entryway. She walked over to the closet by the front door and pulled the door open, revealing a full rack of coats and jackets.

"Score," Beth muttered.

She leafed through the stash of coats, all of them rather ritzy-looking, until her hands touched cool leather. She pulled out a black leather men's coat and whistled appreciatively. It didn't look like a biker jacket, but had a more vintage feel to it. It was thickly lined and the leather was in pristine condition as well. She realized that Daryl would look positively delicious in the leather coat, and she grinned and hung the coat on the door handle to give to him.

Next, her attention came to a beautiful red women's coat. The fabric seemed like heavy wool, but it was much softer to the touch. The color was a gorgeous shade of scarlet, and Beth imagined it would look wonderful paired with a rich red lipstick. She held the coat up to her body and sighed wistfully. It was long, almost to her knees, and fitted at the waist.

"Might as well put a damn target on your back if you're gonna wear that thing," Daryl's gruff voice muttered from behind her.

She glanced back at him and frowned, knowing he was right. A bright red coat like this would stand out against any landscape they would be traveling in. She sighed heavily and put the beautiful coat back in the closet.

"Do you think walkers can see color?" she wondered as she kept looking through the coats. "I mean I know they were human once, but do you think they still see color now in their second life?"

"Dunno," Daryl shrugged. "Ain't walkers I'm worried about."

Beth hummed in response and pulled out another women's coat. This one was black with a sable fur collar, and it was lined with some sort of fur as well. The coat was also fitted at the waist and flared out to knee-length, just like the red one. Beth slipped it over her shoulders and was pleased to find that it fit her quite well.

"Before the turn, I was against wearing fur," she said. "But this is so wonderfully warm that I think I have to let go of that idea."

Daryl smirked a little at her and watched her spin in a circle, the lower portion of the coat fanning out around her. Despite her messy ponytail and lack of makeup, she looked like she was a high society lady or something. It made him remember how different their upbringings had been. Even though Beth's family hadn't been as wealthy as the one who had owned this house, they still had a hell of a lot more than his family ever had. He forced himself to stop thinking such things. As Beth had once told him, he had to focus on who he was now, not who he used to be.

"Try on this leather coat," Beth said, handing him the black jacket she had hung on the closet door handle. "I think it's the closest thing to your style in here."

Daryl scoffed a little, but took the jacket from Beth anyway. He set down his crossbow and slipped the jacket over his broad shoulders. It felt strange to be wearing something so nice, but he had to admit, he liked how it felt, and judging from the way Beth was biting her lip in appreciation as she gazed at him, it probably looked good on him, too. He grinned at her and took the jacket off.

"Good find," he said. "I'll take it."

Beth smiled and went back to rummaging in the closet.

"So the kitchen was a bust?" she asked, pulling out a storage tub that contained gloves and hats. She stuffed a few pairs of gloves into her jacket pocket.

"Actually no," Daryl replied. "Several cans of veggies and some pasta and shit. But we forgot to bring in a bag, so we need to find one."

"Awesome," Beth grinned. She pushed a pair of men's gloves into Daryl's hands. "See? Wasn't this a good idea?"

Daryl shrugged. "Shit could still go south. Let's get what we need and get out of here."

Beth rolled her eyes and Daryl's paranoia and moved past him toward the kitchen carrying two large designer duffels she had found in the closet. He tossed the gloves with the coats by the door and followed Beth into the kitchen where she was already loading canned food into one of the bags. He opened another cupboard and began tossing pasta and dry goods into the other bag.

"The hell is this shit?" he muttered, pulling out a box with a word on it that he couldn't even read. Beth walked over and looked over his shoulder.

"Quinoa," she said. "It's a grain. It's really good for you, too. We should definitely take that."

Daryl shook his head and tossed the box into the bag.

"Figures rich people would eat foods I can't even pronounce," he muttered, and Beth snickered.

Once the bags were loaded with cans, dry food, and spices, they went to put the full bags by the door. Beth's eyes looked up the grand staircase.

"Can we check the upstairs?" she asked. "Please? I know we got what we need, but we might as well look while we're here."

Daryl sighed impatiently, but nodded in agreement. He went up the stairs first with his crossbow drawn. When he reached the top of the stairs, he banged loudly on the wall like he usually did, but once again, nothing came toward the sound. He and Beth quickly cleared each room before he let her out of his sight to resume looting.

He entered the master bedroom while Beth began exploring a room across the hall. The bed was massive, bigger than any bed he had ever seen. He wondered how two people could need so much space. He meandered into the attached master bathroom. He began looking through drawers, but it seemed that whoever had lived here had left with the intention of being away for a while, for there were very few toiletry items left that would be of use to him and Beth. His eyes landed on a large array of jewelry on top of an old-fashioned vanity. He knew the expensive jewelry was worth nothing now, but he was drawn to it anyway. As he looked through the rather expansive selection, a small rose-gold ring caught his eye. It had the shape of a sparrow on it. It was simple and beautiful, and it reminded him of Beth.

Daryl bit his lip, wondering if he should take the ring to give to her. He knew she would like it, but giving a woman jewelry was something he had never done. Jewelry seemed like it should have a special meaning, and he wasn't sure what the implications of such a gift would be. Especially a ring. He had feelings for Beth, but he didn't want her jumping to conclusions. He was still figuring his own feelings out. He exhaled a deep breath as he stared at the ring. Daryl was in completely unfamiliar territory, and he was at a loss for what to do.

"Fuck it," he muttered, shoving the ring deep into his pocket. He could take the ring now and decide later whether to give it to her. Besides, the likelihood that he would come across a gift like this that was so suited to Beth was slim, and he didn't want to pass up the opportunity just because he was second-guessing how she would react to such a gift. He made sure the ring was stashed securely in his pocket before leaving the room to go explore the rest of the second floor. He saw Beth in the bedroom across the hall, so he went to look in the rooms at the end of the hall.

The room Beth was exploring seemed like it had belonged to a teenage or college-aged boy. She went over to a bookcase, which contained far more movies than books, and picked up a few books that she might enjoy reading when she finished the ones she already had at the cabin. As she glanced around the room, her eyes landed on a laptop on the desk. She moved forward curiously and opened the lid. Beth pressed the power button and gave a small squeal of delight when the laptop turned on. It seemed that it still had some life left in its battery.

When the laptop came to life, Beth was faced with the familiar sight of a computer screen that she hadn't seen in years. She was flooded with memories of spending late nights on AOL instant messenger, watching funny videos on YouTube, and stalking boys she had liked on Facebook. Beth missed the Internet. She was a child of the technology age, but that time was now past.

Her face lit up when she saw that the laptop had iTunes installed. She quickly opened the program and was almost excited to tears when it opened to reveal a large selection of music. She scrolled through and grinned helplessly when she came across the Beach Boys. She double-clicked on "Wouldn't It Be Nice" and almost couldn't believe it when the first notes of the song began to play from the laptop. Her smile widened until her cheeks hurt, but she couldn't help it. She had missed music so much, and to hear a band she had always loved elated her. She twirled around a little and noticed Daryl leaning against the door frame, smiling as he watched her.

"I always loved the Beach Boys," she grinned at him. "Dance with me?"

Daryl snorted. "I don't dance."

Beth rolled her eyes and moved toward him, taking hold of his hands and pulling him into the room.

"I figured as much," she said. She began twirling around him in time to the happy music. Daryl stood still with a smile on his face, and even though he didn't dance with her, Beth was fine just dancing by herself around him. When the song ended, she bounded back over to the laptop and checked the remaining battery life. The laptop still had about four hours of battery life left in it, so she quickly shut it down and snapped the lid shut, slipping the computer under her arm.

"I'm taking this," she stated happily.

"Why?" Daryl grunted. "Ain't got no use for that."

"Sure we do. It's got about four hours of battery life left in it, and that's four hours of listening to music I thought I would never hear again. That makes it totally worth taking."

Daryl rolled his eyes in amusement. "All right, we'll take it. Nothin' worth takin' in the other rooms up here. Let's get out of here."

Beth grabbed the books she wanted to take and followed Daryl out of the room with the books and laptop stashed under her arm. They made their way downstairs and quickly loaded the duffel bags and coats into the truck. Beth was still smiling as they began driving away from the house and back toward home.

The sound of music drifting through the cabin was odd to Daryl. He was used to Beth's singing, but actual recorded music from before the turn felt out of place to him. After spending the rest of their day making tripods and drying venison, they were now both stretched out on the couch after dinner, Beth already in her comfy sleep flannel, looking through the computer with music from iTunes playing in the background. Beth was looking through the photos on the computer, which she had placed on the coffee table in front of them. Some were personal photos from the young man who had owned the computer, and some were funny images he had saved from the Internet. Daryl had never owned his own computer even before the turn, so he let Beth do all the exploring.

Beth gave a little gasp when she came across some images of naked women. Daryl snorted a little at her reaction, giving her a playful nudge.

"Too dirty for your innocent eyes?" he joked, and Beth rolled her eyes.

"Shut up. Just wasn't expecting it," she retorted as she continued to flip through the images. "Wow. I wish I could have boobs like those."

Daryl narrowed his eyes at the busty naked woman on the screen.

"Nah, that's too much. I like your tits. Small and perky, just like you."

Beth laughed and leaned into him. "I don't know if you're just sayin' that to make me feel better, but I'll take it either way."

She flipped through a few more images before an idea came to her.

"If this guy had all these photos saved, I wonder if there's porn on here," she mused. Daryl arched an eyebrow at her as she navigated to the videos saved on the hard drive. Sure enough, several pornographic stills popped up the screen, likely illegally downloaded from the Internet at some point. Beth glanced at Daryl, feeling adventurous.

"We should watch one," she suggested.

"Seriously?" Daryl said. He hadn't ever been into porn much (unlike Merle, who sometimes had porn on his TV as background noise), but the thought of watching a dirty movie with Beth was actually tempting. She looked at him with her innocent, wide blue eyes and nodded.

"Which one should we watch?" Beth asked excitedly.

"You pick."

"I've never seen porn before," Beth confessed, blushing a little.

"Never?"

Beth shook her head. "I was always curious, but I was afraid that someone would walk in or find it in my search history or something, and the thought of that was too mortifying."

Daryl chuckled and shook his head at her.

"Well, it's time to pop your porn cherry, girl."

Beth giggled and randomly selected one of the videos. It was only about fifteen minutes long, and Beth instantly blushed when the video opened with a shot of a woman laying spread-eagled on a bed playing with herself. The camera moved closer to her and zoomed in to show the woman's fingers working her clit in explicit detail while she moaned loudly. Beth's blush deepened, and she glanced at Daryl, who was watching her instead of what was on the screen.

"It's so . . . vulgar," Beth murmured, and Daryl laughed a little at her.

"Well, what'd you expect?"

Beth put her hands over her warm cheeks and shrugged. She wasn't sure why the sight of another woman pleasuring herself was embarrassing for her. She told herself to grow up and stop blushing, but she couldn't help it. The woman's sounds started increasing in volume as she continued to play with herself, her moans throaty and loud. Beth couldn't stop herself from rolling her eyes.

"Nobody moans like that when they masturbate," she scoffed.

"How do you know?"

"Oh come on," Beth rolled her eyes again. "It's so fake."

"That's what porn is. Fake," Daryl shrugged. "Maybe that's why I wasn't really into it much. It just never seems real."

Beth nodded in agreement, her attention suddenly snagged by the video once more as a man appeared on the screen. He was also naked and his abnormally large penis was erect as he crawled toward the woman on the bed. The man placed his face between the woman's legs, and Beth bet her lip as she recalled the feeling of Daryl doing that very act to her just the day before. Daryl shifted next to her and laid back against the armrest, pulling Beth back against his chest and running his hands over her bare legs.

"What are you doing?" she murmured, her eyes still on the screen.

"What's happenin' in the video might be fake, but I'm gonna give you somethin' real," he said quietly in her ear, his voice low. Beth felt the familiar heat in the pit of her stomach at the sound of his voice, and she made no move to stop him when his touch wandered between her legs. He slipped his fingers beneath her panties and stroked the outside of her slit a few times.

"Feels like you're enjoying what you're watching," he growled in her ear. "Dirty girl."

Beth blushed again, but didn't deny it. He pushed his middle finger inside her, causing her breath to catch in her throat. Beth kept her eyes on the screen as Daryl slowly pumped his finger in and out of her. The man in the video had risen from between the woman's legs, and she took immediately took him in her mouth. Beth's eyes widened as she watched the woman swallow nearly the entire length of the man's huge cock.

"I don't think I'll ever be that good," she said, her voice somewhat breathless from Daryl's ministrations between her legs.

"Don't need to be," Daryl muttered. "What you did this mornin' was perfect."

Beth watched the woman in the video and tried to take mental notes of what she was doing. The woman was using one of her hands to palm the man's balls as she sucked him, which intrigued Beth. She decided she would have to try that on Daryl later. The scene continued for several minutes, and the man in the video finally pulled the woman off of him by her hair and pushed her down onto all fours. Beth's mouth fell open a little as the man delivered a hard smack to the woman's ass, followed by a few more. She couldn't help wondering what it would feel like for Daryl to spank her, and she actually grew wetter at the thought. Daryl slipped a second finger inside her, curling both of them toward her stomach as he moved. She could feel his erection against her lower back and was glad to know he was just as turned on as she was.

Beth's breathing was becoming heavy as she watched the man on the screen ruthlessly thrust himself into the woman's pussy from behind, periodically delivering more smacks to her ass as he moved. Daryl began moving his thumb against Beth's clit, and Beth let out a soft moan. Part of her wanted to close her eyes and give herself to the pleasure Daryl was giving her, but the other part of her couldn't stop watching the video in front of her. She had never seen something so dirty, and the fact that Daryl was pleasuring her while she watched it was making Beth even more aroused.

The man in the video pulled the woman's ass cheeks apart and ran his thumb between them, causing Beth's mouth to drop a little. She knew some women liked to be touched there, but actually seeing it was a bit of a shock for her. She watched as the man penetrated the woman's ass with his finger, and she couldn't comprehend how such a thing could feel good. She also couldn't comprehend why watching it was turning her on further. It was as if she was witnessing something forbidden, and the fact that she thought she wasn't supposed to like seeing it had the opposite effect.

Beth could feel herself getting close to orgasm, her breath coming in sharp pants as Daryl's fingers expertly pleasured her. She could feel how incredibly wet she was, and she couldn't believe how aroused watching porn had managed to make her. Her eyes fluttered shut as she reached her release, giving breathless moans as Daryl worked her through her climax. When she opened her eyes again, the couple on the screen had changed positions, but Beth was no longer focused on the video.

She flipped around to face Daryl and wasted no time in unfastening his pants and pulling his erection free. While she quickly tugged down her panties, Daryl reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a condom, which he quickly tore open and rolled on. Beth climbed on top of Daryl with her legs straddling him on either side. She aligned his tip with her dripping entrance and slowly slid down onto him, both of them releasing quiet moans as she impaled herself on him. Beth began to slowly roll her hips, unable to contain her moans of pleasure as the length of his cock hit just the right spot inside her over and over again.

Daryl licked his fingertips and reached between their bodies to rub her clit. Beth jumped at the contact, still sensitive from her recent orgasm, and increased the pace of her hips. She rocked against Daryl, trying to get more friction inside her where she needed it. She was getting close again. She could hear the sounds of the porn in the background, but she barely paid attention to them. What she needed was right in front of her.

Daryl suddenly grabbed both of Beth's ass cheeks and lifted her from his lap. He began driving himself into her fast and hard. It was exactly what Beth needed to come crashing over the edge. She came hard, her muscles clenching tight around him and a wave of dizziness washing over her as Daryl pounded into her through her orgasm. A few moments later, he buried himself inside her as deep as he could go and ceased his movements, reaching his own release.

He lowered Beth back to his lap and threw his head back on the couch, worn out. Beth was panting and flushed, and Daryl couldn't help grinning at her.

"We should find a way to watch porn more often," he said. "That was pretty fuckin' amazing."

Beth giggled and put her arms around his neck.

"I feel dirty," she said with a little laugh.

"You are dirty," Daryl smirked. "You're my filthy, dirty girl, and I wouldn't have it any other way."

Thanks for reading! On a side note, a guest reviewer asked if I would be incorporating the rest of the group into this story. While I don't want to give any of the story away, I will say that some of the group will make an appearance, but not all of them. You'll find out who in due time. :) Please review!