New or Old Love?

Making A Treaty

"Okay, each contributin' member of this treaty has to draft up their bit alone. No-one else can be in the same room, got it?" John ordered as he handed around paper and pens for Paul, or Jesus as he was called most of the time, Dean, Scott, Dwight, Rick and himself; you and Negan wouldn't get yours until everyone else had done their own. Everyone who was a part of the treaty (The 'Treaty of Shade' as it was called) had gathered in Alexandria, and two different houses were emptied for the day so that each member who contributed had their own space.
"Got it" Paul nodded; the first four people (two per house) were himself, Dean, Rick and Dwight.
"Alright" the other three agreed and the four men headed off to the two houses to settle down and draft up their sections of the treaty.

Paul sat at the kitchen table and began to carefully write out what rules he thought were best fit. He began to write that you and Negan weren't allowed to be armed near one another, and that neither could taunt the other. He then wrote down, with the most coherent handwriting he could muster, that the two shouldn't be allowed alone together.

Dean sat on the floor in the empty master bedroom and wrote that during the conflict between Alexandria and the Saviours, neither you or Negan could fight one another, and that during said conflict, neither could kill or harm someone that either you or Negan cared about. He pondered, if only for a moment, if it was really worth it - both the conflict and the treaty, as both seemed pointless to him; then he wondered whether or not anything was worth it: John, the Saviours, living. Before his existential revelation, Dean had signed his section of the treaty and rested his head in his hands. Was everything worth the price?

Rick knew he couldn't be biased toward his relationship with you, and so he simply wrote one thing: Negan wasn't allowed to be armed bear you. Anything else, Rick feared, that he wrote would be biased and not very stoic either. He wandered around the living room of the second empty house and tried to think of something better, but his mind was still clouded over with you.

Dwight sat in the kitchen in the same house as Rick, and he could hear the leader'a footsteps shuffle back and forth as he paced. The pacing gave a soft, comforting rhythm to Dwight and allowed him to think. He wrote down that you and Negan shouldn't be allowed to be alone together, and that neither of you were to be left around each other during the inevitable conflict between the Saviours and Alexandria.

"Here ya go" Dean had collected all the papers together, each one stuffed in its own envelope so that no one could see the contents, and handed them to John.
"Okay, Dean you keep an eye on the agreements thus far. Scott, you're with me whilst we sort ours out" John tilted his head to the house that Paul and Dean had come from and lead the ginger Saviour into the kitchen.

John quickly wrote his terms and conditions before heading back to the group, Scott following after him with quick but careful steps.
"All done" John announced, clapping his hands before gathering the envelopes, stuffing them in his pocket.

"Fuck, if this treaty goes through then I'll be fucking fucked!" Negan exclaimed, sighing deeply and gazing at the ashtray on his desk that he had gotten for you. He remembered that you liked to smoke when you were stressed, as it calmed your nerves, even though you detested it.
"I've got to be in the room where it happens, the room where it happens, the room where it happens" one Saviour, Negan wasn't sure who it was, sang quietly to their self as they strolled past. Gritting his teeth, Negan got up from behind his desk and strode out into the hallway with the intention of clearing his head, but instead he found himself walking around the Sanctuary with his hands stuffed in his pockets and his eyes cast down to the floor. He had to make sure the treaty didn't go through. He needed to make sure of it.

"None of this is beneficial" you told John after you had looked over the treaty, your eyes finding his with a pleading honesty.
"Y/n, you were the one who wanted to make the thing" he said calmly, his cockney accent oddly soothing to you.
"I know, but it just doesn't seem right" you told him, John nodded and brought you in for a bear hug.
"Then we'll make another. This time, no-one else will contribute" John smiled hopefully and you nodded; only you and Negan could make the 'new' treaty, and only you and Negan could know what was in it.

"Bullshit!" Negan spat, John had sat you and Negan down at a table in Alexandria with some paper and two pens. You had yet to run over the improved treaty, but already, Negan hated it.
"Bullshit?! You wanted to be in the fucking room where it happens, Negan, so fucking get rid of that ego of yours and start making some damn decisions" you argued, Negan slumped into his chair and scowled with an icy grumble.
"Fine. Run it by me" he mumbled, like a small child whose parents had not given them what they wanted.
"Alright. So, me and you can't argue. You can't flirt with me, I can't flirt back, not that I would. You and I can't be in the same part of Alexandria or the Sanctuary at the same time, so I gotta be on one end and you gotta be at the other. We can't be armed near each other. You can't use Rick against me and you can't use me against Rick. We can't talk about our past to each other, can't talk about it to others. Most importantly, I can't fight you, and you can't fight me" you told him, Negan nodded in agreement.
"Sound" John smiled, clapping his hands and sighing deeply.
With that, the treaty was made.
With that, you and Negan were no longer tied.