Undertaker X Reader

It's a beautiful starry evening in London, a rare sight as the night sky is usually hidden behind a blanket of city smog. And lucky you you're alone in the park with everyones favourite silver haired death god, Undertaker! What a perfectly romantic setting, surely there could be no better time for feelings to blossom forth... Only, I may have forgotten to mention one tinsy winsy detail.
Undertaker is unconscious, you're absolutely soaked and covered in mud, and it's freezing out here! Maybe today wasn't the best day to wear that new dress you bought last Thursday.