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last update: march 1st, 2023
MACHINE GUN KELLY
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DARYL DIXON
walkman: you have a special way of scavenging that gets on Daryl’s nerves.
council: even with the world turned on it's head, somehow you find your way to Alexandria, and back to Daryl Dixon who seems to have a role in determining your fate. (set around s9)
RICK GRIMES
green comet: living in Alexandria means you’ve been pretty sheltered, until now.
heartless: you’re known for being the worst of the Saviors crew, brutal and mean, but Rick somehow manages to uncover a different side of you.
plot: it’s the annual las vegas run. let’s see what kinda trouble you get into this year!
A/N: this is an ongoing series! the first part is fairly long sorry. i currently have about 4k written so i’m excited for what’s to come. hope yall like <3 shoutout to ellie for letting me ramble abt this
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Being invited to the annual Las Vegas run with the boys was something you had gotten used to. As Baze’s best friend from back home, you’d been to more events than you could even remember after he’d joined Machine Gun Kelly. It’d taken a couple years for them to blow up, but Baze would always ask you to fly out to Cleveland for the little things, release parties, New Years Eve, even Kells’ birthday once you’d gotten familiar with the other guys.
The Las Vegas tradition had started as an accident. You’d been with the band on their tour for a couple of cities, staying in the small tour bus that they were using this time around. It was kinda cramped with all the band, the constants slew of guests, and the little after-show parties every day. After the Vegas show, you guys had decided to party outside instead. There’d been an all-night rager in different casinos, clubs flashing their lights only to entice your friends in. Then, the bus had broken down, and it had started storming, and before you knew it, the next few shows were rescheduled, and you were stuck in Las Vegas.
It had been a week of straight craziness, constant drunkness, and chasing after Kells who had suddenly decided to mix alcohol and mushrooms. But it had been a great week, and you’d gotten closer to all the boys, learning more about them with every single incident gone wrong.
After that, Colson had decided to schedule a week-long break on those dates, marking it down as a tradition every year. He made sure you were always invited, and kept it as close to the people that were there the first time around as he could.
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You’d forgotten about the Las Vegas run this year around. Things had been so hectic recently, with you opening up your own business and dealing with customers day in and out. At first, you’d started online with just a couple of orders, but after a mean deal done with one of the biggest designer companies, you’d landed your own well-deserved store with customers aplently.
The phone call came around 4pm, phone lighting up with the words Machine Gun Kelly. You hesitated for a second, wondering why he would be calling you on a random Thursday, but decided to pick up after looking around to make sure any customer was being attended to.
“Y/N!” Colson’s voice came through loud across your phone speakers.
“Hey man! What’s up, how have you been?” you questioned, pulling the phone back from your ear just a little.
“I’m good, just finished up the tour for this summer and we’re back in LA right now,” he answered, and you smiled, knowing all of this already since Baze had shown up to your store the day before with his lovely girlfriend, proud of everything you’d accomplished.
“I heard,” you started before he cut you off suddenly.
“Sorry, I know you’re working and all right now. I don’t wanna take up time, but I was hoping you’re still coming to the Vegas run?” he rambled out, and you rolled your lip into your mouth, suddenly remembering.
“Oh fuck, yeah it’s next week right?” you asked, fingers tapping on the desk as you already tried to come up with a way to get your assistant manager to cover the store for the week.
“Yeah. Baze was telling me you have the shop and all, but I wanted to ask you anyway. Wouldn’t be a Vegas run without you,” he murmured and you relished in the last few words before clearing your throat.
“I’ll try and work something out. Text me the details?” you spoke back, seeing your sales assistant walking towards you.
“Yeah of course,” he replied before you exchanged byes and shut off the phone.
-
It took a lot of bargaining, but soon you were clear for the next week. You had to come in on Saturday to finish up tasks and stay late a couple nights this week to sort out products, but other than that, your assistant manager was prepared to take over.
Taking a quick break for lunch, you stepped out, eager to soak in the sun as much as you could before staying in late tonight. Walking to the corner of the block, you decided to treat yourself with one of the special milkshakes from Luca’s Diner. It was a hotspot for the locals, sugary goodness & crunchy cereal sprinkled into every shake they made.
That’s when you spotted a familiar Aston Martin, violet purple standing out amongst the wave of other cars. Parked on the curb, the car seemed to be empty and you stepped into the diner, eager to find the owner.
The diner was flowing with people, chatter lighting up the air as you tried to spend a minute looking for Colson’s figure somewhere. Eventually giving up, you walked toward the counter, already smiling at the idea of having a sugar rush.
“Hi! Welcome to Luca’s. What can I get for you?” the cashier asked, fingers tapping away at the screen.
“Hey, can I get a Cinnamon Crunch Delight with extra whipped cream?” you answered, hands going into your pockets to pull out your card.
“And a basket of fries!” came a voice behind you, and suddenly there was a hand dropping around your shoulders.
You turned up to look at Colson standing there, grinning down at you as he said, “What Y/N? C’mon I’m paying.”
You smiled back at him, before gesturing to the cashier, who looked a little star-struck.
“Fries. Uhm, got it. Anything else?”
“I think we’re good,” he answered, moving his arm off you to grab his wallet. You sidestepped as he paid, waiting by the milkshake machine.
You hadn’t seen Colson in almost six months, both of you busy with different things. The last time you’d hung out was during his New Year’s Eve party and honestly, half of that night was its own blur.
“How’ve you been pretty lady?” he asked, walking over to you.
You looked up at him, taking in the drastically different look he was sporting. His hair was fluffier than you’d ever seen it, poofing up at the tops. As he tucked his wallet back in, you spotted the designs done on his nails & smiled a little.
“Busy! It feels like the phone never stops ringing,” you laughed out, fingers sliding on the counter.
For some reason, you felt the inkling of something fluttering in your stomach. You didn’t know what it was, but the concept of having a crush on your best friend’s brother figure didn’t sound good to you. So you willed yourself out of it before speaking again, “How bout you rockstar?”
“Can’t complain here,” he moved both his hands up, waving them around in jazz hands, “Touring just ended so I’m gonna probably go crash in bed for the next few days.”
“I caught your Miami show that day!” you exclaimed as his face suddenly became puzzled.
“You were in Miami and you didn’t tell us?” he asked, voice pitching higher as the question fell out of his mouth.
“No,” you laughed again, waving him off, “my assistant went and she eagerly sent me a few hundred videos of you guys doing your thing.”
He smiled at that, hand running through the messy hair before turning towards the counter, grabbing his fries. A second later, your milkshake came out and you picked it up, eyes catching the clock on the wall. You should’ve been back in the office a couple of minutes ago.
“Hey, do you wanna come around to the store? If you’re free that is,” you offered, as he walked ahead of you to a table.
“Oh dude yeah! That’d be dope, I wanna see your genius creations,” he gushed, plopping onto a seat.
You hesitated at the table before deciding it would just be easier to eat here anyway, less of a mess to clean up later. You knew that Sarah, your assistant, would be blowing up your phone soon, but you sat down anyway.
-
You’d missed him you realized suddenly as he rambled on about a tour story. One you’d probably end up hearing again from Baze anyway. It was weird, missing Colson when you guys weren’t that close anyways.
You’d been there for the big moments, but always as Baze’s friend first, and you wondered when that’d turned into being Colson’s friend too.
Flashing back to the last tour, you remembered sneaking out with Kells right before shows, getting high in bathrooms together, even making smoothies at 3am, waking up the rest of the guys as you blended away different mixtures. Maybe that’s when the scale had tipped, and why he seemed so at ease around you, legs stretched out, foot kicking against your ankles.
“Y/N, dude your phone!!” he emphasized, hand knocking at your arm as you clicked back into action.
“Oh shit,” you mumbled before picking it off the tabletop.
There were 2 missed calls and four very angry texts and you stood up, not wanting to lose the week off you had leveraged with Sarah. You were the manager, but she was much more organized and often kept you on track.
“That’s my assistant. C’mon we can finish your story at the store,” you uttered, grabbing your untouched milkshake as you left the crowded diner.
“Yo can I leave my car here?” he asked, stumbling behind you.
You nodded, knowing that his car wouldn’t get towed anytime soon as you sped past the few stores to get into your own.
He matched your pace, and soon you both were stepping in, his eyes lighting up at your outfits lining up the front.
“Woah,” he breathed out as you spotted Sarah in the office.
“Sorry, sorry I got caught up. What’s up?” you ran over to her, making sure to place your milkshake on the table away from your company computer.
“Finally! The fabric company’s on the line, something about the lace you ordered? I didn’t get what outfit they were talking about,” she uttered, handing over the phone as she moved out of the way.
“Oh fuck, the off-white one?” you asked as she nodded, and you groaned before picking up the phone.
“Hi Mr.Hand, So sorry to keep you waiting. What’s the situation looking like,” you started, grabbing your chair before you settled into your desk.
As the company started describing statistics, your eyes wandered, seeing Colson walk around the little store you had. He was peering at every outfit, the shirts put out, and you stopped yourself from grinning as he ran his hands over the chained pants you’d created this morning.
Within a second, Sarah was on him, and you stifled a laugh as she fell quiet, staring at him. He smiled, introducing himself with a handshake and you saw her physically shake off the nerves as she went on her sales pitch.
Within ten minutes, you’d fixed the issue, bringing up the idea of another distributor sneakily in order to sweeten the deal. Dropping the phone back, you pushed off your seat, picking up your shake.
Sipping at it, you groaned a little at the taste of it all, relieved that it was still good after waiting. Colson was sitting near the counters, swiveling around on the seats as Sarah fiddled behind it.
“Sorry bout that, things are kinda insane now,” you offered, walking up to where he was. He swirled around once more, before planting his feet, looking up at you.
“Nah, you’re all good. This is really fucking cool,” he praised and you smiled at his words, trying not to revel in them too much.
“I see you’ve met Sarah,” you motioned and she looked up awkwardly, giving you eyes before smiling at him.
“Yeah, hope Y/N hasn’t been driving you too crazy,” he said, knowing that you guys had just opened.
“Other than not letting us come in hungover, she’s been good,” Sarah scoffed, regret immediately flowing on her face as she caught your eye.
You laughed, letting her know that it was okay and she eased up a little as Colson continued, “Hungover? I’ve seen her much worse, believe me, the rule’s kept for a good reason.”
You shoved his shoulder and he moved a little, chair still swiveling around. Getting up, he moved back over to the pants you’d laid out this morning and Sarah took the opportunity to lean over, whispering, “Machine Gun Kelly just comes waltzing into our store?”
You scrunched up your face before whispering back, “Yeah total accident. I didn’t even know he was in the area.”
You both looked over at him as he picked up the pants, viewing them closer before he moved over to the full-length mirror standing in the side of the store.
“I can take things over for tonight, you know? Like if you wanna go hang with him?” Sarah offered, taking in the way your gaze lingered on him for a half a second more.
“No, it’s okay. I already have you working all day next week. I don’t wanna add more into it,” you murmured, watching Colson pose, hands gripping onto the pants out of the corner of your eye.
“Oh shut up Y/N. You’re still young, go enjoy your 20s bitch,” Sarah uttered back, trying not to laugh at the way your eyes widened.
“You sure?” you asked, trying not to let the happiness take over your face.
“Yeah. I mean it, go hang,” she smiled, and you grabbed her face, smacking a kiss on her cheek.
“I owe you everything,”’ you whispered and she blushed it off, clearing her throat as Colson walked back over.
“I kinda wanna buy these,” he said, holding the chained pants up, and you raised an eyebrow.
Within minutes, Sarah had completed the purchase and eagerly hinted at you being free until you had thrown a look, begging her to stop.
“So I’m guessing you’re free for the rest of the day?” he had asked, laughing as you rolled your eyes.
“I guess I am. You got anything in mind?” you mumbled, packing in your purse.
“You wanna come over? I know the guys been missing you,” he said, and you licked your lips, deciding to test the waters.
“Just the guys? I thought I was special Colson,” you mockingly stated, hand clutching at your heart.
“Yeah, yeah. I’ve missed you too loser,” he spoke, and you grinned as he led the way out back to his car.
-
Walking into the house, you were immediately hit with the smell of something baking. You couldn’t quite place it but as Colson closed the door behind him, he mumbled out, “Dub’s making baked mac,” with such a fondness in his tone that you laughed.
It took five minutes, and then you were grilling up turkey burgers with Rook, laughing as Slim offered you another shot of Patron. It felt oddly like coming home, and you soaked it in, knowing that your own house was empty and cold.
Baze was gone when you got there, and you chalked it up to the fact that he wanted to spend time with his girl. Another girl wandered around the house, easily slipping into the chaos and you felt the nerves start to build back up. Colson tracked you watching her and then he swooped in right behind you again as you flipped over a patty.
“That’s Olivia, my assistant,” he murmured into your ear, and you brushed him away, feeling way too close.
“Who said I was asking hotshot,” you whipped out at him, as he leaned against the countertop, red Solo cup in hand.
“Saw you looking,” he replied, taking a sip, smirk showing in his eyes.
“Oh yeah? What else was I looking at,” you asked, voice tilting up at him.
“That’s for me to know,” he murmured, and you scoffed as he stuck his tongue out at you, lips still wet from the drink.
Then, Baze strolled into the house, Ellie right behind him and you dropped the spatula, running over to give them both bear hugs. You could hear Colson’s laugh echoing behind you.
-
After dinner, you attempted to head out before realizing your car was still at work. It was a dumb move on your part and you wondered if it was worth an Uber ride or if you should just ask one of the guys to drop you off.
“Whatcha thinkin?” Rook shouted, scrolling on his phone as the music blasted through the speakers.
“If I should order an Uber!” you shouted back, cupping your hands around your mouth to get the words across. He didn’t seem to hear you, shaking his head and you sighed it off, pulling out your phone to download the app.
A second later, Kells showed up, pulling your phone out of your hands, going, “I’ll drive you back.”
You throw him a little glare, but soften up as he hands you back your phone. Following him back into his Aston, you smiled up at him grateful for the ride. Next week was going to be a mess.
