This is a little scribble I made after reading a post from jamiesrzblr on Tumblr. It's how I imagine Rick and Michonne handled the awkward "I lay with him" request Jadis made.
Rick warily glanced at Michonne as they made their way to the RV. He was confused, to say the least. One second, he was hoping their new ally understood what she was a part of, and the next, he was rendered speechless, fighting off an urge to shudder.
Michonne gave no sign that she was affected by the odd woman's uncomfortable request but he knew better than to assume she was good with it.
"You okay?" he asked as he followed her into the RV.
She raised her eyebrows, resting her rifle and katana on the counter. Crouching down to secure the gun she'd placed there earlier, she glanced up at his unsettled form. "Are you?"
He nodded vigorously, his fingers fluttering on his hips. "Yeah, I'm good." He winced as he quickly ammended, "I'm not good with that. But, yeah, I'm-I'm good."
She smiled to herself. She could tell he was thrown off by the strange request. He probably wasn't used to fighting off the attentions of other women nowadays.
She, on the other hand, wasn't surprised by the comment. Rick was a good man, not to mention an attractive one; it wasn't easy finding a combination like that in a world like this.
She stood up and smiled at him with a sigh, adjusting her katana back over her shoulder. But she wasn't about to let some junkyard chick's thirsty comment bother her. If there was anything in this world she was sure of, it was that Rick was hers and she was his. She wouldn't waste time thinking otherwise.
She silently walked up to him until their boots were almost touching. She gazed up at him with a faint smirk. "Good," she finally replied.
His face relaxed as he mirrored her smirk. He cupped her cheek as he leaned in for a kiss, tasting her reassurance and feeling more than certain of what he was fighting for that day.