(....I may have gotten tipsy and created this, I am faintly embarrassed)
All and all, Christmas at Alexandria was a roaring success.
Everything had gone even more smoothly than any of you had dared hope, even the adults seemed a little giddy with Christmas cheer, even more than some of the kids. Even Daryl had been coaxed into wearing a hat (granted it had taken, Aaron, Michonne and Carol taking turns wearing him down before deploying the Judith Puppy Eyes Technique as the final strike) but overall, it was turning out to be the best Christmas any of you had experienced in a long time.
The highlight, however, was Santa Rick.
You had already made a mental note to kiss Michonne for coming up with the idea, but as Rick practically collapsed onto the couch, the edge of his large red coat riding up slightly upwards, showing off the snug red material of his pants clinging to his lovely thighs and that truly bloody fantastic ass, you knew for a fact you were not the only adult in town that night who’d been contemplating taking a turn on Santa’s lap. Judith and Carl had already retreated to bed, so you weren’t surprised Rick took the moment to rest.
“I can’t decide if this is the best or worst idea Michonne has ever had.” Rick grumbled into the couch cushions, sounding ready to fall asleep right there.
“Oh, cheer up, Scrooge.” You nudged him playfully. “The kids loved it.”
Rick made a vague mumbling noise, but you caught his smile beneath his salt and pepper beard. He was obviously pleased as everyone else things had gone well. He struggled into sitting position, his santa hat slightly askew, and you once again marvelled at how the man managed to be both adorable and sexy at the same time without even trying. “Yeah, well, Scrooge can’t wait to get out of this thing.” He gestured down to his outfit. “…although it turned out pretty well. Too bad we don’t have another use for it.”
….well, since he’d brought it up.
“I have a suggestion.” You slid onto his lap, reaching over to tug his hat back into place. He tilted his head curiously at you, seemingly oblivious to your meaning, even as you trailed your fingertips down the sides of his neck. “Might land me on the Naughty List though…”
Realisation struck and a faint rosy colour dusted Rick’s cheeks. You couldn’t help laughing, leaning down to press playful kisses along his neck. “Santa…?” Rick murmured in your neck, tilting his head slightly to give you better access, his hands coming to caress the small of your back. “Seriously….?”
“Red is definitely your colour.” You wriggled slightly, hands sliding over his shirt, teasing the buttons. “Plus this coat could fit us both, if we squeeze…”
“You’re a menace.” Rick chuckled, his breath quickening as your fingers slipped beneath his shirt, his hands sliding under your thighs, guiding them around his hips. “Not sure if you qualify for the Naughty List, though…” His eyes met yours, darkening slightly, his tongue darting out to wet those perfect lips of his. “Santa might need to come and investigate the matter personally…”
…fuck, it was embarrassing how into this you were. Michonne deserved a medal.
“Santa knows where my room is.” You purred, slipping off of Rick’s lap and darting for the stairs. “…by the way, if you ditch the shirt and keep the rest that will make my Christmas.”
Rick laughed and shook his head, holding your gaze as he reached for the front of his shirt, slowly undoing the top button of his shirt as you retreated backwards up the stairs, a playful curl in his lips. “Only because you’ve been good this year.”
Someone made Santa!Rick trash that wasn't me? 😮💀 It's a Christmas miracle. Don’t be embarrassed, you can just join me, I’ve been making dirty Santa!Rick jokes for years 😎 Leave the hat on and get up on the housetop, the chimney’s waiting.
