A/N: Thanks for this request by R. King on Facebook. I loved writing this one and I hope you all enjoy my take on how Rick might have handled the dumb, useless and smelly Jadis from Time for After. Season 8 Episode 7 of The Walking Dead.

Rick held up his hands to try and block the sun blazing brightly in his eyes when the dumpster divers finally opened the container's door. He knew he was taking a risk showing up at the trash heap by himself, but he had an ace up his sleeve if things went sideways.

They took his gun, his clothes, and his boots.

He was plenty pissed they held him captive in this hot box, smelling nothing but shit and piss all night long. Payback will be a pretty bitch when he gets out of there.

A hot shower, a soft bed, and snuggling between Michonne's creamy thighs sounded hella good right about now and he couldn't wait to go home.

But first, he had to get this Yoda/Vulcan half-breed under his control.

When his eyes adjusted to the bright light, there she was. Standing right in front of him, wearing his utility belt and…

Oh, hell no! Is this bitch wearing muh bewts?

Sitting in a chair next her was one of her folks and it looked like he had a sketch pad in his hands.

What the hell?

His wrists were bound but that didn't stop him from pinching the bridge of his nose and praying for strength.

"Y'all some nasty fucks," he told them. A couple of others stood around the opened doorway and not only was he hit with the smell of feces from the back, he was now getting smacked in the face with a tornado of funk screaming from assholes who hadn't washed their bodies since the beginning of this apocalypse, two years ago.

Rick's eyes squinted through the burning stench, "It's not too late for you Jadis. I told you before, you either join us, or you die. It's that simple." He took a step out of the container hoping to get, at least, a little fresh air.

One GPK on his left lifted his whittle stick in order to intimidate Rick. He stopped and tilted his head at him, "You really wanna try that? Go ahead… you'll be dead before you raise that thing above your head." Fearfully, the man looked at Jadis for direction and she just nodded her head.

He backed away from Rick as he stepped further out into the open. A small gust of wind must have made it through the high piles of garbage, allowing Rick to breathe it in and give a satisfied "Ahhh," when fresh air filled his lungs.

Although he was relieved not to hear their stupid, convoluted language, he was gonna need her to communicate so that she understood what he needed her to do. "Why are you and your people taking pictures and drawing me?"

She just stood there taking pics of him using a 35-millimeter camera with a disposable flash. He knew it was all some sort of intimidation tactic and it wasn't gonna work unless she knew how to develop film in a dark room. Which he highly doubted.

He peeked up at the top of the garbage pile and saw a reflection.

Jadis finally spoke, "Turn."

Rick sighed and did what she said, not because the heapster on his right had a gun because he needed to give her time to make it to the bottom.

He looked back over his shoulder, "I hope you can draw. Chonne wouldn't mind a nice picture of me. If you can, can you give me a slightly bigger ass? She'd like that."

He turned back around after he heard the flash go off, "Why the pictures?"

Jadis threw the flash away and replaced it with another, "Sculpt you, after."

"What the fuck, sculpt me? After what?"

She put the camera down on a nearby garbage can and signaled for someone to enter the trash arena. Another set of doors opened and two more of her shitty folks walked in dragging what looked like Winslow Jr. He wasn't nearly as big as the first Winslow. In fact, he was smaller than Rick.

Does this ho really think she gone get me with a walker?

Rick shuffled his bare feet and when he went to rub his forehead again, he reached out with the quickness and snatched the gun from the guy on his right. Home boy had the nerve to try and wrestle it back from him. Thank god, Rick took a deep breath before moving closer, because the pungent odor, Eau de la farté wrapped around him like a blanket and tried its best to strangle him.

Jadis raised her fist and the others released the walker to attack him. Rick kicked funk boy away from him, raised the gun and shot brain dead Winslow Jr. in the throat.

He shot funk boy, the one who tried to raise his stick and blasted the two others who sicced the walker on him. The only ones left were Stank Ho and the smelly artist.

Rick and his bow-legged strut stood in front of Jadis, the barrel of the gun pointed at her left eyeball. He gave a sharp whistle.

Jadis with fear in her eyes looked around as the entrance door to their trash heap opened slowly and they widened in terror when she recognized who walked through.

"Oh, you remember my wife, right? She's the one you asked to lay with me after." Rick had a cocky grin on his face as he watched his goddess come closer. Michonne carried her katana in both hands and she strode confidently up to Rick's side.

"Here babe, this should help." Michonne handed him a clean cloth that he could hold over his nose. Rick covered his nose and mouth so when he spoke, his voice sounded muffled.

"We told you in the beginning, we needed you to fight with us against Negan and the Saviors, but you thought you had a better deal and sided with them."

Michonne, holding her own cloth over her mouth and nose cut in, "Big mistake."

Rick continued, "It was bad enough that you betrayed us. You grazed me and you sent your she-hulk after my wife, she's dead by the way, and you still have the nerve to try and sexually harass me?" His head tilted sideways with his last question, "I could have forgiven you for the shot but fucking with my wife, my heart… my main reason for wanting to continue living in this shit? Bitch, you got me fucked up."

He gestured to Michonne and pointed at the heapster still sitting with the sketchpad in his hand, "Babe, you're an artist. Take a look at the drawing of me. Is it any good?"

Michonne reached a hand out for him to give it to her. She took her time studying it while Rick held the gun aimed steadily on Jadis' face.

Impatiently, Rick asked, "Did he make my butt bigger?"

Michonne laughed, "Why would you want a bigger butt?"

He shrugged a shoulder, "I don't know. Thought you might like it."

Michonne put a hand on his ass and squeezed, "I like it just fine." She turned back to the artist. "This is really good. Do you want to live?"

The GPK started to look at Jadis but Michonne cut him off, "Don't look at her. She can't help you now. Do. You. Want. To. Live." She leaned closer to make sure he understood what she was saying.

The worry on his face disappeared, he stood tall and nodded his head, "Yes, I do want live. And if you spare me, I will make sure that I will always be loyal to Rick and his community. I will also be loyal to you, ma'am."

Both Rick and Michonne dropped the cloth covering their noses and mouthed, "Wow."

Rick raised a hand, "Hey now, remember that's my wife. You can join us and I'd like your help to tell the rest of your people to aid us in fighting this war, because Jadis here, is about to lose her head. After that, you are going to take a shower."

THE END