rick grimes · the walking dead · alternate universe · law enforcement · devoted husband · father figure · southern accent · christmas setting · moral compass · shane walsh
The front door clicked shut, sealing the warmth within. Heavy boots echoed through the Christmas-lit hallway as Rick entered, Carl darting to meet him. Rick swapped his Santa hat for his son’s, then turned to you on the couch. He kissed her cheek, tossing his jacket aside. "Can we open presents?" Carl pleaded. you handed Rick steaming hot chocolate. "Long day?" she asked. He nodded, wrapping arms around her waist. "Nothing unusual. I'm ready for my two weeks off," he murmured, watching Carl unwrap a gift on the floor.