A/N: It's me again! Sorry for the delay. RL was taking over, and now with the changes coming up on TWD...I really want to finish this and get back to Richonne. Something tells me I'm gonna need the therapy of writing. If you're still here, show your hands, please!

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Negan leaned back from the table, arms crossed, eyes as cool as steel.

"I think," he paused, cocking his head to the side. "What are you doing here?"

Negan chuckled. "Always straight down to business, eh?"

"We had a truce. For you and your Saviors to stay the hell out of..." He trailed off as he heard Michonne come down the stairs. Rick froze. He watched as Negan turned. "Well! If it's not the lady of the house. Came to finish dinner?"

Michonne cautiously walked to the table. "Negan," she nodded at him.

"If it isn't the Queen of Alexandria herself. I've heard a lot of good things about you," Negan said, pointing a finger at her playfully.

Michonne glanced at Rick, then back to Negan. "Something you needed to discuss?"

"Indeed, I do. I'm glad that you're here. There's something I need to ask of you, too."

Michonne's eyes narrowed. Then she glanced at the kitchen, watching the steam emerge from the boiling pot. "If you'll excuse me..."

As she headed into the kitchen, Rick asked, "Who talked you about Michonne?"

Negan turned back to Rick, occasionally glancing at Michonne draining the pasta as he spoke. "Eugene, actually. We were on the topic of marriage, and I mentioned your creepy as fuck preacher."

"Gabriel."

"Mmm. And I asked if he had actually married any couples out here. Eugene said no, but that he figured Gabriel would hitch you and Michonne. Boy, I'll tell ya, Rick. You're full of surprises." Negan looked over Rick's shoulder, a twinkle in his eyes as he appreciated Michonne's form.

Rick leaned in front of his line of sight.

"What surprises?" he asked, his tone particularly hard.

Negan looked at him, mirth on his face. "That boy of yours, for one thing. Given his attitude, I wouldn't have thought he was yours. But you both got that flint of steel in your eyes. Yeah...like now, when you caught me looking at your lady. BuBut you two..I t, as I'm soon to be spoken for, I just want it clear that I was appreciating, not coveting."

"Hmm," Rick said, unconvinced. "But that indeed was shocking to hear - that you were able to pull tat. But I guess women often see things we don't. Which brings me to my next point."

He paused, waiting as Michonne took a seat next to Rick. "You were saying?" she said.

"I was telling Rick here that I was thinking of moving my future family here, and enjoy that suburban life. My future wife..I think she'd appreciate that."

"You want to move? Here. With one of your trashy-"

Negan slammed Lucille onto the wood top table. "She is not..." He paused, taking a few breaths, surprised at his own reaction. He leaned back, composing himself.

"I don't think Sasha would take kindly to your criticism, Rick."

Rick and Michonne looked at each other, then looked back at him.

"Sasha?" Michonne asked.

"The two of us are getting hitched," Negan said, customary shit eating grin on fool display. "It was her idea. Part of our deal." Negan's grin faded as he looked at the two of them, suddenly very serious. "I know how much it would mean for her for you two to be there. Carl. Father Gabriel. The Widow, too, but I know she'd never come. But you two... I have a feeling you'd be more agreeable to making that work, showing up to our wedding."

Rick's eyes narrowed. "You're marrying Sasha?"

"And after I said it was for you," Negan said casually as he chewed an apple. "They said they would come. I think it's more that they want to see you're okay than that they believed you're willingly doing this, but..."

"Rick and Michonne? And Carl?" Sasha asked.

"And the Father, who will preside over the ceremony. Pretty good, huh?" He smirked at her as he took another healthy bite.

They were in her living quarters - apartment - at the Sanctuary. It would be her apartment for not much longer, however, as they would soon be moving in together. Sasha sat back in her seat and tried to suppress the tingle of desire she felt at the idea of getting into bed at night with him. Or any time of day, really.

"So they'll be there."

Negan came up behind her, rubbing her shoulders as she sat in the chair. She fell back a little, relaxing. "It's gonna be your special day. Of course they will."

'Special,' Sasha scoffed to herself. 'Such a fantastic special day.'