This is how I imagine the reunion between Rick, Michonne, and Jadis would go after her betrayal.


Rick stepped inside the dark cell, Michonne quietly standing behind him. "Why are you here?" His hard voice echoed against the cold walls.

The pungent woman with blunt bangs turned around and proudly raised her chin, studying Rick's tense figure. She nonchalantly tilted her head. "Changed mind." She slowly strolled up to him, invading his personal space as usual. "Give us second chance," she said in an almost demanding tone.

Rick remained still, a sneer twisting his features. "You had a gun pointed at my head. You shot me."

The woman simply arched her eyebrows and shrugged. "Made mistake."

The tension in the room elevated. Michonne shifted behind him, ready to pounce and tear her to pieces. He held out his hand preventing her from murdering the traitor before they'd had a chance to get what they needed from her. Though, he was struggling not to do it himself. His jaw tightened as he clenched his fists, stopping himself from knocking this low-life sack of shit's teeth out.

He tilted his head questioningly at their prisoner and spat out, "What about the people we lost? They're dead because of you."

The woman's beady eyes shifted between the two leaders. The warm welcome they'd given her a couple weeks ago was long gone. All she saw now was cold anger in their eyes. She would need to negotiate, make a sacrifice. She casually stated, "I give people. Replace them."

Rick's mouth twitched with a snarl. His voice lowered menacingly. "Replace the lives we lost with your garbage?"

Finally, realizing the level of hatred behind Rick's restrained demeanor, she licked her lips nervously. "You need numbers," she reminded him.

Rick lightly sucked in his cheeks, the familiar sour taste on his tongue signaling the last of his composure. He was done and if she wanted to live, she'd give him what he wanted. He nodded as he stepped closer, eyeing her coldly. "Give us back our guns."

She knit her brow, appalled that he'd dared ask her for that. "No."

His eyes slightly narrowed. "Give us back our guns and we won't kill you."

Desperate, she inhaled sharply. She clung to the last of her resolve. She stepped closer. "We fight for you. We fight together," she said softly, reminding him of the words he had once spoken to her, her eyes silently baiting him with an enticing look.

His face suddenly became neutral. His anger turned into an emotionless, indescribable look. "No." His voice was calm.

She studied his stone-faced expression. She scrambled to negotiate. "We fight together and…ten guns back?"

He stared at her emptily. Michonne remained quiet, knowing what would come next.

"Thirty?"

When they both remained silent, she rolled her eyes, reluctantly giving in as much as she was willing to go. "Half." She turned to look Michonne up and down before dangling a bonus. "And another cat?"

That was the last straw.

Rick quickly stepped back and raised his gun to Jadis' surprised face. Her lips parted at the sheer anger in his eyes. "All our guns and you live." He pulled back the hammer and tilted his head. "Say yes."