The Way We Used To Be [Another Negan fan fic] [completed]

Together

Ann
"I'm nervous." Ann breathed out as she got dressed, putting on her most professional looking blouse and skirt with simple jewelry and a matching blazer. "Everything will be ok, baby. Just relax." Negan walked over to her and cupped her face. "This is the biggest client our firm has ever seen. What if I screw up, what if I lose this client for the whole firm?" Worry filled her eyes then, but he knew what to do.

"Listen to me," Negan made her focus her gaze towards him. "You are the most amazing lawyer this town has ever seen and you're going to get this client." He turned around, walking towards their stereo system and put a cd in. "We're no strangers to love. You know the rules and so do I." The classic song from Rick Astley began to play and Negan found moves as silly as he could manage.

"That isn't helping." Ann began to smirk and Negan shook his head without stopping. "Yes it is." He smiled and the song continued. "Never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down, never gonna run around desert you." Negan sang off tune as he grabbed Ann and began to swing her around the room as she laughed. "You're an idiot, Negan." She smiled. "As long as I'm you're idiot, that's fine."

"And we're here." I went to lift the blindfold but was stopped by Negan gently placing his hand over mine. "We aren't there yet."

I huffed by his overkill of the situation. I sat there with my arms crossed, listening closely to the sound of ruffling keys and a car door slammed. Crunching of gravel making its way to my side of the truck. "My lady." Negan grabbed my hand and helped me out. "Woah." Negan caught me when my foot missed the last step and I nearly fell flat on my face. "Don't wanna scruff up that beautiful face, doll."

"Right this way." He led me by the shoulders and walked us through. "I know that all too familiar smell of mint and leather." I looked up as Negan untangled the blindfold.

"When am I gonna be able to go further than the confides of this room?" I turned around to face him, watching him throw his scarf on the table next to him. "As soon as I can trust you again."

"Then I guess never?" I sighed and tossed my shoes off. "Here." He threw the brown traveling bag down on the bed. "This should help ease the stay in this self made hell."

"What is it?" I leaned down, unzipping the bag to reveal a few dozen mix matched clothes. "Who did you steal this from?" I gave him a questioning stare.
"No one. The lovely residents of Hilltop were more than happy to give it over." I rolled my eyes, knowing that's not the full story but didn't feel like arguing right now.

"And," He walked over, pulling out a black number I had to admit was nice."This little baby." It was a ribbed knee length cocktail dress with a low bearing top. "Um, what do I need this for?" I grabbed the dress from his hands, examining the fabric. "Dinner, tonight with me. So, wear something pretty." He walked over to the door and slipped out before I could say another word. "See you tonight."

Negan had left and I was contemplating whether or not I should get dressed. Dinner? With Negan? Only been a year since the last time. Oh, and the end of the world." I debated as I walked into the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. "Woah." I touched my face, having not truly realized just how wrecked I looked. My hair was tangled in a few dozen knots and I looked just how I had been feeling. Rather shitty. But seeing Maggie today, it gave me a bit of a boost.

"Hmm." I took a glance at myself again before walking out back into the bedroom. I started to ruffle through the clothes, one item in mind. Oh, what the hell." I fixed my hair as best as I could and slipped into the tight piece. "Not too shabby." I examined myself in the mirror, noticing the cloth hugged what little curves I was seen fit to be blessed with. "Neither are you, girls." I fixed my boobs and plumped them up as the dress mushed them together.

"I'd say so." I whirled around seeing Negan propped up against the door frame. "You sure like doing that?" I looked at him as he eyed my body up and down. His stare made me feel rather uncomfortable and I crossed my arms. "Try being a bit more discreet with your gawking." I went to walk past him but as I did he gently grabbed my arm. "Woah, gonna need you to stay right here for a minute, honey."

I looked at him oddly and he smiled down at me. "What? Am I now not allowed outside of this bathroom either?" I questioned Negan but he only smiled. "Just wait." He pushed me back to sit on the toilet and closed the door. "No peaking."

After a few minutes, he opened the door and extended his arm for me to hold. "Close your eyes."

"Negan, haven't I done that enoug..." He cut me off and put his hands around my eyes, covering them. "Open." He released his gentle grip and let go as I opened my eyes to see his little surprise.

"Like it?" He walked around me and over to the table set for two. Negan, or more likely his men, had set up a table with a simple white cloth, warm candles, two wine glasses, silverware, and plates adorned with a delicious looking meal.

"Chicken sound like a good idea?" He walked over and pulled out a chair, ushering me to sit down. "Kinda." I looked at him, trying not to smile. Stop! I was snapped out of the idea. I stood there, still unsure of what to do. "Oh, come on, hey." He stomped his foot down.

"This hasn't been taken from any elderly, children, or sick pregnant ladies." In the moment my growling stomach gave in. "Better not be." I sat down as he pushed the chair in and then seated himself. "Shall we began?" He held up a bottle of wine, smiling at me.